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To tell the Beauty would decrease
To state the Spell demean—
There is a syllable-less Sea
Of which it is the sign—
My will endeavors for its word
And fails, but entertains
A Rapture as of Legacies—
Of introspective Mines—

When you go to bed at night
And slowly fall asleep
Reflecting on the days turmoil
All the pain and grief

You sometimes wonder how
This life could do you harm
It’s the way the cards are dealt
When all you want is calm

Some days are better than others
But it always seems to rain
And you always carry on
In this life you still remain

You stay loyal to all
And you often wonder why
There are no smiles on earth
You could find peace in the sky

David Swinden © 3/9/2016

Finally after six weeks with writers block a new poem!!!! please don't leave me again poetry

floating words
and touchable sounds
let them fly
let them be
and soon you will feel them
in your bones
in your soul
until one day you find
you are made of this
you are the vibrations
the melodies
and you may even discover
that you can float too

Well, this isn't a poem
but since you are poets
I figure you understand..
is it crazy to be constantly
thinking about someone
who probably never thinks of you that way..
and to close all doors just in case theirs opens..
I swear, I believe with all of me
That we were meant to be
is it crazy to think I love someone
not because of anything they've said or done but just because they exist..
I just want him to be everything..
does it matter what I want?
is it all in my head..
I think I'm making all of it up in my head..
but what if
What if it could be real?
one day, isn't so far away..