Picture Poetry

Glad it was you…

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Glad it was you.

 


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Image source: Digital Art by A~I. R. B.
Contents compiled: December 29 2016
Originally published: December 29 2016
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard


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Poetry

Can’t get enough of you…

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Your lips are moving
But I’m the only one
who can hear you.
See, you’re a memory
Floating around inside my head.

Your voice registers
Deep within my soul
As the video of you
Replays in a continuous loop.

I’m holding on
To the memory of you
As tight as I can
Because I simply can’t get
Enough of the song
you create within me.

 


Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: October 18 2016
Originally published: October 19 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


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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
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Picture Poetry, Poetry

Scripted by the hand unseen

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She can’t get enough
Of his ‘smart mouth’.

Hours go by as they talk
But it feels like minutes instead.

His unique wisdom is captivating.
Her thirst for him is insatiable.

Sweltering passion, ignited by burning desire,
Their love is fortified immeasurably.

The inconsequential, the profound, the spiritual,
No topic is beyond their mental reach.

Memories, traditions, routines and rhythms
Are being formed as their lives meld.

Their union is scripted by the hand unseen.
They are like pieces of an enormous puzzle.

Each time a new piece of their lives fit
The blurred image slowly reveals a masterpiece.


 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: September 23 2016
Originally published: January 2 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard