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You broke my heart in two And took me like a bet. With all you put me through, I have so many regrets. To lose you was worth it, although I wasn’t sure. It seemed to make me happy but still so insecure. We always said forever we would take it to the end, never…
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The hardest thing I’ll ever do

The hardest thing I’ll ever do Is let go of you And look forward instead of back at my past, I wonder how long this broken heart will last. I guess everything you ever said was a lie, So I’m going to move forward, or at least I’m going to try. How many times can…
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A love lost

There’s a pain in my heart that I’m feeling today, for the love of my life feels further each day. The sorrow is so much and the pain is so deep. I’ve hurt her again’ I can’t even sleep. But I now know the problem, the curse of our love. It was buried inside me,…
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Free from a bad relationship

As I sit in my corner and think about your lies, I have nothing else to do but break down and cry. You knew it would end, You knew it would die, You knew one day we’d have to say goodbye. You told me you loved me, You told me you cared, But the rage…
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Someday you’ll miss me like I missed you

Someday you’ll miss me like I missed you. Someday you’ll cry for me like I cried for you. Someday you’ll want me back like I wanted you. Someday you’ll understand why you broke my heart when I didn’t. Someday you’ll understand that I was the only girl that put up with all your mess. Someday…
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Beautiful are her curves

She has much love to give ;
my desire, as I live;
grows, everytime I behold her body’s finesse’:

Ode to beauty

Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in lapsed ages Thee knew I of old; Or what was the service For which I was sold? When first my eyes saw thee, I found me thy thrall, By magical drawings, Sweet tyrant of all!…
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I, being born a woman and distressed (Sonnet XLI)

I find this frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again.

What she is to me

Look at the beauty in her eyes, a glow that shines like the sunrise. Her smile opens up the cloudy skies, her laughter delights butterflies. The ocean greets her as she passes by. Her gorgeous toes leave their mark, saying goodbye. Gentle breeze through her hair, she walks elegantly while astonished eyes all stare. Rosy…
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Beauty and scars

Look beyond what you see.
Love them for who they are.

Sonnet 71

But let your love even with my life decay,

Joys of nature

Tears flowed from my eyes
Love was filled all over the place
I had to farewell with a heavy heart

The element of surprise

I can be started with just a tiny spark, But beware I might go beyond my mark. As I continue to grow it gets difficult to stop me! I create terror and spread havoc among all Burning everything from big to small; Every plant and every tree. I’m difficult to control, But I burn in…
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Red bird of winter

Every morning you call to me. Long after the leaves have fallen, you still come to perch on thorny branches. Today your song is a reproach: tsk, tsk. I couldn’t sleep again. I rise from bed, my hip aching and watch you pick your way, through frozen tufts of grass. Your red does not fade.…
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Soft comes the hush of eventide And songbirds hide In limbs of budded trees To bid farewell to setting sun With lullabies they’ve sung Each night for centuries. A lark is winging swiftly home – Black dot alone – Beneath auroral clouds. All nature makes a homeward rush As twilight’s rosy blush The eyes of…
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Rainbow bridge

I looked to the meadows with tears in my eyes,
The memories were flowing with such a surprise.

The magic in the moment

They swirled, turned and swept me
Off my feet
Dodging and scooping
The magic in the moment

A beautiful fall

The leaves are changing and so is the weather It’s time to put away the shorts and put on the sweater Halloween is near and Thanksgiving is coming My favorite time of year this is becoming ‘Tis the season of pumpkin and apple An ordinary time for loved ones to meet at the chapel I…
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My love for nature

And when the sun is gone, I love the moon that shines so bright,
I love the sounds of crickets and other creatures of the night.

A pink rose

Its petals are as pink as the color of strawberry ice cream.
As soft as a baby bird’s feather.
It smells of sweet perfume,
And the scent of clean clothes.

The Queen of the Night

Precious wonder under the calm moonlight
You are the gracious Queen of the Night

Someday a mountain

I’m going to be a mountain someday and just stand all the time stalwart and mighty collecting crystal’s from heaven and dispersing them ever so gently kindly and impartially to thirsty fields below I will rise to alpine stature I will be a mountain firm and ever a humble beacon a lofty rising peak that…
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Beauty of nature

And when the sun sets, and the moon rises,
Leaving beautiful colours in the sky,
Is what nature is called.

Inside our dreams

Where do people go to when they die? Somewhere down below or in the sky? ‘I can’t be sure,’ said Grandad, ‘but it seems They simply set up home inside our dreams.’ © Jeanne Willis

Silent tears

Each night we shed a silent tear,
As we speak to you in prayer.

Death is nothing at all

Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before

I am not gone

I am not gone I remain here beside you Just in a different form Look for me in your heart And there you will find me in our love which forever lives on In those moments when you feel alone Look for me in your thoughts And there you will find me in sweet memories…
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She is gone

You can shed tears that she is gone
Or you can smile because she has lived
You can close your eyes and pray that she will come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all that she has left

Let me die a youngman’s death

Let me die a youngman’s death
not a free from sin tiptoe in
candle wax and waning death
not a curtains drawn by angels borne
‘what a nice way to go’ death


Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.

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