Crash by PoetryGrrrl
When the hammer
that is your voice
strikes the cymbal
that is my eardrum
it shatters me
every
time
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Channeling by PoetryGrrrl
longing
for things that can never be
waiting
for my heart to finally see
frustration
need not lead only to pain
temptation
is merely inspiration with another name
for temptation need not be acted on,
and frustration can be channeled into other things;
waiting can become an exercise in zen,
and longing for something I can never have
is better than having no interest in life again;
at least it gives me something to feel.
Original Poetry is © 2011 PoetryGrrrl.com – all rights reserved – no reproduction without my explicit permission.
Paradise Lost, an original poem by PoetryGrrrl
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Have you ever felt the sun
as it beat against your back,
or the gentle summer rain
as it caressed your face?
Have you ever sat in the shade of a tree
on a warm bed of leaves
and just took in nature?
Have you wept in despair
that you would never meet a dryad,
or dance with Bacchus and his wild girls,
or drink in the sweet morning dew with faeries and fauns?
Have you ever really seen a sunset?
Have you climbed the highest mountain,
scaled the tallest wall,
or crawled thirsting through a desert?
And have you felt the sorrow of our loss?
Do you know what it’s like to wake from a dream,
weeping for what you have left behind,
even though it’s only a memory of lost bliss
that you never really knew?
And, have you felt, in your soul,
sorrow which cannot be consoled;
Has your heart ever ached,
eclipsed it’s threshold for pain?
Have you felt fire in yourself,
and have you kindled it in others?
Have you known emptiness,
the lack of these things,
and the blindness it gives birth to?
and do you, then, know me?
Original Poetry is © 2011 PoetryGrrrl.com – all rights reserved – no reproduction without my explicit permission.
Dreaming by PoetryGrrrl
crash crash crash crash
in my ears of
dying
then wake
to find the dreams that i could not
in sleep, and solidarity
requiem, and rest in peace
paz.
Overflow of whirling image
inside tortured mind
happy, dreamlike life
that crashes down
salt pours into wounds
without pain, nothing can heal
— Dreaming, an original poem by PoetryGrrrl
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Happiness by PoetryGrrrl
Happiness is a big hug
laughter shared with a friend
a conversation over a cup of coffee
a good book that makes you think
singing along to your favorite song
the honest expression of love
Happiness cannot be bought,
nor can it be stolen, but
it can be found laying around
for free in unlikely places.
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