(painting interpretation)
Tell me Angel why am I here, As I sit here next you I ponder my fate, Tell me Angel why am I here, You stand there so silent it hard to relate, Tell me Angel why am I here, |
Poem Style – Rhyme / Poem Catagory – Other
Written by Lady Kathleen
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| In this world of mine as I watch it go by, All you want to know is who am I? Am I what everyone sees on the outside? There has been a big change happen in my life, It�s been so many years since I have been alone, So who am I now, for the all the world to see? Do you see the scared woman, which sits all alone? Can you see when the girl reaching for something in the night? Can you hear the loneliness in my voice once in a while? Of course you don�t see that, as it is locked away, So who am I now, for the all the world to see? |
Poem Style – Rhyme / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen
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I have an empyrean fascination with words Words expressing our kaleidoscopic world Like an ambient azure sky filled with birds Revere sublime words, as they are unfurled Like a blanket of a spectral dream world Incandescent thoughts are what words can be I use obsequious words to some degree Definitions: |
Poem Style – Rhyme Royal / Poem Catagory – Other
Written by Lady Kathleen
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A love affair of hearts does feel so true. A passionate attachment feeling prime Romantic hearts can grow and persevere, The hearts so true and real must not conceal, The difference is: True love will extend, |
Poem Style – Terra Rima / Poem Catagory – Love
Written by Lady Kathleen
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What hurts is the way you look at me.
You imply I’m fat after loosing 16 pounds,
Then tell me how pretty the other girls are that you see.
What hurts is when I come to visit when you are down.
I find other girls are beckoned by you to come,
but you turn me away and don’t want me around.
What hurts is I put you as a priority in my life.
and I am only an option for you.
afterall shouldn’t your priority be your wife?
What hurts is the little thing you do everyday,
that put a wedge between me and you,
that make me feel like running away
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Even though I have never looked upon your face, You are my best friend in any case. Even though I can’t touch you with my own hand, You are there beside me and so steady you do stand. Years ago if people had told me I’d have a friend I would never have seen, I would have told them they are crazy you can’t be friends with a screen. Friendship is more than the touch or the look of a person in the flesh, It is the feelings you have when your words and thoughts mesh. When we first started it was all about the game, But over time there was more it became. My only contact with you is over wires and stuff, But for our friendship this has been enough. Internet games and messengers are the ways we can talk, Even though I can’t physically touch you I will not squawk. In the game we can do things in a way, Like give gifts to each other while we play. Because even with a though your not physically here, Your always with me so close and so near. With you I can tell you my most secret of thoughts, You know that I love you not a little but a lot. You can sense what I’m feeling like when I am sad, Which is harder to see than when I am glad. Even though we don’t talk each and every day, We are there for each other when there are things we need to say. Best friends forever I am sure we will be, That’s my best friend Fixer and me. |
Poem Style – Rhyme / Poem Catagory – People
Written by Lady Kathleen
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I have a dilemma of sorts, and it has all to do with the heart,
I have looked up and down for a smile, but that is only the start.
In the smile I looked for a truth, as I couldn’t stand any more lies,
I asked for the honest truth, but I now feel it will be my demise.
I have found this smile and the honest truth in you,
But I find it is does at times make me feel so blue.
For now I cannot decide if I want the truth to be so bold,
To know that I am not the “ONE”, you want for all time, to hold.
Can I live with your heart being half full, and you love me for now,
Or should I see that it is half empty, as you tell me I am not right somehow.
Do I really want to live again in ignorant bliss, like I have in the past?
Not knowing I am not the “ONE”, then have the truth hit with a sudden blast.
Or do I just want to keep being told that in your heart I am just a guest.
The truth is in this dilemma I know not what will hurt less.
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I wander through this life wondering,
Can I find my hearts true belonging?
Will I find someone to truly care and love me?
Or will I only find what I want to a tolerable degree?
Just when I felt I will spend my life alone,
You showed me something I have never known.
We have talked but I have never seen you face to face,
You talked to my heart and tied it up in any case.
We are about to meet and my brain got scared,
But my heart tells my brain to think of what we shared.
I care for you more than my heart can show
And from this point on I hope it can only grow.
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| I
Oldest memories of a time long ago Water surrounds the world I see The red of blood through waters deep A symbol now is what does reveal and spark II If not a dream, then what memory The truth be known in later years My oldest memories that haunts me to this day For I fell into a pool as a young baby of three As a gallant man jumped in to save the young lass A thing that was in my mind now and then |
Poem Style – Rhyme / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen
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What happens when some memories are gone,
and in your life you just moved on.
Maybe something happened back then,
and you just don’t want to remember it again.
What happens to the memories you had,
when you locked them away for a tad.
They’re not really gone for good,
like I thought they would.
Some of my memories came back to life,
but they now don’t cut me like a knife.
Now the good memories forgotten by mistake,
are beginning to awake
So now as I stumble across a photograph or a song of long ago times
The memories in my mind begin to chime.
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