Picture Poetry, Poetry

Reveal what you feel

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Show me your heart,
I yearn to see your soul.
Don’t  be afraid
To reveal what you feel.

 


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Image source: Digital Art by A~I.R.B.
Contents compiled: January 30 2017
Originally published: January 30 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


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Finding strength in friendship…

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In the silence
When I can’t hear your voice
I try to imagine the direction
I should look to find you.

I’m not great
With such spacial orientations.
North,  South,  East, West?
They all seem to leave me puzzled.

But somehow, without fail,
I seem to find your heart
Because you are searching
For mine too.

Your soul reaches over
The many obstacles
Which others find daunting
And it finds mine.

I keep thinking
One day your eyes
Would dig too deep
And see unsightly parts of me,

And just like that
Your soul would finally stop
Searching for mine
And disappear into the shadows.

So I try to think of reasons
You shouldn’t look so closely,
But you’re not the superficial type
You live for depth, you’re not afraid.

You don’t mind getting messy
And it amazes me
That you aren’t deterred
By the state of my garden.

You’re willing to help me
Till the stubborn soil
To soften and mulch,
To plant new seeds of love.

Like the seasons
My Spring will soon come.
And hopefully,  those seeds
Will bloom into something wonderful.

So I hope you’ll stick around
To bear witness to your handiwork,
To see how much I’ve grown
Because of you.

Song


Contents written: April 12 2015 | Originally published: June 19 2016  |  Copyright ©  2016 Moylom Enterprises


Uncategorized

This is what I crave…

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Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes! – that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Poem by Edgar Allan Poe

Poem source: http://m.poemhunter.com/poem/annabel-lee/


Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: September 17 2016
Originally published: September 18 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


Uncategorized

Life cycles

 

Life is cyclical…
Things come then they go.
Such is the case with
Fads, Friends, Money, Love,
Power, Youth, Seasons
And even Life itself!
Patience, courage and hope/faith
Are the tools needed
To see us through
To the next phase/cycle.
There is no need to fight it,
Just embrace the change
And press on…

~ Moylom Enterprises ~


Contents written: April 13 2015.
Contents edited: May 2 2015.
Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises.


Uncategorized

Stolen glances

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Stolen glances
Two strangers
They coexist intermittently
Taking the same train home.

Stolen glances
No longer
They instead smile Familiarly
Months go by – – it’s a small world.

They sit together now.
They chat, or just ride silently
Reading, writing or listening to music
A familiar face is nice.

The next time they meet
Not on the train
But at the movies
Stolen glances no longer
But a warm embrace.

Image source: Yahoo images (www.canyonranch.com).

 

 

*Originally published March 2015


Contents written: January 7 2015. Edited February 23 & March 14 2015  |  Copyright 2015 Moylom Enterprises