VvNocvVXKGBX's blog: "Poetry"

My Friend

As the sun dips down to the west,

The skies turn pink to a blush color;

The wind blows my hair back across my broad shoulders;

I look across the beach and find a soaked red rose drowning int he  ocean

I picked it up and said, I pick you up like I would pick anybody that is down my friend;

Dream of Desire

Dreams, Dreams, Dreams, show themselves and disappear;

They come forth and then leave;

When I dream of you, My heart melts into a liquid love to

surround you, and never lets you out of my sight;

The ocean crashes like thunder, lightning flashes through the dark windy night;

The birds scream their flawless echo's across the sea;

All that is left is your love heating me with desire;

Dream Spell

As I look off in the distant blue ocean;

As the crystal wind blows through my hair;

I dreamed of a next walking up to her and giving her a rose;

A rose which was leading my heart out to hers;

the beautiful woman grasped the rose firmly;

I blacked out, but when I woke up

and didnt see her;

I froze up, but somebody tapped me on the shoulder;

It was her, the beautiful woman of my dreams.

A Simple Mind

Fall is here and winter is near;

My body is full of emotions and commotions, but my arms are empty;

They are empty and no one to fill them;

My past torn and my body full of thorns;

I cannot yell for help cause my voice cannot escape my burden self;

Hopefully, spring will come and bring me love as a rose;

A rose of no harm, which will fill these empty arms;

As I wait I hope it is not to late, before I end my fate for trying love again;

Unknown

As the rose lies face up in the deep white snow. The rose will wait til its savior picks the rose up and holds it forever, protected forever in sickness or in health.

As the rose is held, all evils cannot harm its shiny red petals or the roses enriched frangrance of love and happiness;

As the rose is laid on a white satin pillow for somebodies heart;

the rose awaits it's next heart to warm forever and ever;

A rose of this beauty can only come from ones heart and to be held out and be given to anothers heart, which binds the two hearts together with destiny then desire.

A wish of Hope

A flame is burning inside of me,

I do not know, If its is love or being free;

I am sailing across the open waters, Throwing roses to the one I believe in;

My dreams show me long beautiful journeys of pink sapphire sunsets;

Only thing that comes from these three things is the burning desire that lies with in my soul.

My Rose ( my english teacher in college said i wrote like WB yeats. who knows)

One night, when the birds are silent;

Water rushing, clearing my mind while I wait for the one of many dreams;

She will take me by suprise, and turn my world upside right;

As i sit gazing at the pale white, shimmering stars;

My Mind wonders into another dimension of endless love;

There are plenty of rose for different escapades.

I pick a rose of interesting beauty and wild flaring eyes, which shows passion as far as a distant fiery sunset on the horizon;

She will soon come and find me, or

I will wait for eternity;