Beaming Poems

Baby when you were born it was a pleasurable morn a baby was my only dream you came like a lovely gleam In your black eyes I got lost climate was cold with frost you looked like a beaming sun

There’s a man that I knew, not too close, not too far, as a child he was there to tend to my scars. A man with a past, of that I had no doubt, a man, when provoked, who knew

Life happens. Traipsing on, a path to eternity… The paths unknown, the sands not seen Yet the hearts, tuned to the thought, Love is our lives, lives are for love. The music settles, on our souls.. Gripped in the depths,

I like watching those tiny tots at the beach. It’s kind of listening to the ballads. Like the slow build up when someone strums up, They come, holding on to the li’l finger of Parents or rather these days Mostly,

Just yesterday a stranger walked by “Hello,” he echoed to me And all I did was simply smile A few more lines he did say I did not mind, for a stranger he was. He came close and said to

Your heart is the function of my life, the junction to my freedom and happiness. Your eyes deviate me from my penalties, giving me the chance to oscillate my mind in your gaze. Your gesture is what differentiates my luck

Well and They Come like an army in the sky In the blue of the day, in the dark of the night Well I know it’s beyond belief and I Wouldn’t of believed it if I hadn’t of seen It

Winners take time to relish their work, knowing that scaling the mountain is what makes the view from the top so exhilarating. Valpaarai by Fountain Head As I rise And see the MIRACULOUS BEAUTY, Of the the beaming sun, Come

Once in a blue moon, Beneath the moonlight, Locked in arms of the sea, The moonbeams reflect, On the shimmering waves, Its infused blue hues. The swell of the tides, Gaze at the beaming moon, Shrouded by fluffy clouds, In

Imagine the dark opening forth light imagine the light breaking forth sun with beaming of rays upon the morn could it be as a darkening storm Imagine and insect on a fallen leaf Imagine the drunken sot asleep on the

Call Of An Unborn Daughter To Dad Dad I am your guiltless and innocent unborn daughter who is anxious to step in your house will you please give birth to your daughter Will you be happy on my arrival probably

Zola the Zebra lived far, far away and always had so much fun, with lots of friends they laughed and played and sang beneath the hot sun. At first, her friends were a little confused and thought her a curious

I lay in bed Listening to the hammering rain Pit pat pit pat Beating on the window pane I gaze at these racing drops Hitting a different note each fall Spreading the fragrance in the air Of their rendezvous with

Hello Pumpkin. My sweetest devoted country bumpkin. You don’t half bring the sunshine when I feel like sleeping in a fridge. Hello dearest Pumpkin in time you play the pleasant hoots from a pleasant piped piper making rats do comedy

Rain shattering, sunlight beaming capturing loneliness, wonders in the sea of tender love Close your eyes and think about the quiet moment and the quiet years. Pray for forgiveness Pray for strength, pray for love Pray for courage Awaken desire

lime light beams pressing in all around the stage angie’s face was beaming to the whole crowd listen my dear brothers and sisters i have a message for all of you tonight coming from the Golden Light with stardust beams

(If Mother Earth could speak…) I’m the first light of dawn setting fire to the skies, the awe that ends with a soft, sated sigh. I’m the slow, gentle sway of ancient, lofty trees, branches of life filled with wonders

Two score years down the ages, the day was just like the one before; the Sun rose in a solemn brilliance just like the day before, but with a peculiar aura: beaming with an infectious brilliance Thus attracting everyone and

Dream to shine, like a meteoric and dazzling son, To remove the darkness from the universe, So never stop dreaming, to accomplish your aim. Dream to pluck up courage, to be bold enough, To force the windstorm, to change its

One womb Snip it One shame Snip it away Umbilical residue Stains the birth Of a sinister soul That won’t be tamed His tears of hunger Venomous Burn his mother’s skin The incipient evil Amplifies and flourishes Having inherited it

There are only dusk and dawn, cloud and sky, Old tree and me, pieces of regret and cry. Only the waves of spreading wings of bird, Not even a single voice of a single word. If loving is an abstract

Well I’m taking a midnight flight out of Harrison, TN tonight I just gotta take a break from old man winter and my No good for nothing lazy ass lover, so just like a night bird In flight I am

I have something to say which has been bothering my mind but you are far away from me if I shout it will lose it value If I whisper you may not hear me but this has given me a

A bird of blue Perched on my branch Day after day, chirping Filled my leaves with Euphony I feel a tree with winsome bloom Her hail, the song I long for She brings the breeze for my leaves Ne’er a

I wandered in the woods – No humans around. No feelings , no worries, no cries and laughter, Only the chirping of Birds, Howling of Jackals, buzzing of Bees heard around. The Trees were bouncing in the wind- The cool

The beach stares at the sea.. But what does he really wait for?.. The waves The sea keeps throwing waves at the beach. The beach loves the waves.. Everytime a new wave arrives,she plays with the beach..titilates his sand particles..

It wasn’t that she was weak-willed She was just jaded of being stout-hearted Blue of breathing on aspirations Blue of breathing on unreal affirmations Emptiness inside her Makes her feel so forlorn The only question is – If pain demands

A torn shirt, leather tied short and bare feet, Can cover his body but only for a while. Harsh lords and withered rocks and leaves; He can survive in them but only for a while. A happy bird on the

Farthest you have gone but in thoughts remain Time alleviates sorrow loss hardest to explain With undying devotion you raised me just fine Telling what was right not cross over thin line Placidity of disposition far reaching foresight Helped me

A Grandfather means so many things… He gave me the power to become a king He gave me life and a freedom for swing He gave me a gift of Santa and tied a string. A source of strength and

Four years have passed since we split Yet my love for you has never quit To say I’m doing fine would be lying The loss of your love feels like dying I miss you morn and night time too Tears

The Window// (1) Behind the window, when clouds descend down over houses planted into mud, and seeds wake up, clock-hands go back to zero. Cottony fogs veil visions, so we might look inside, then I see a dewy dove carrying

Sinuous roots stretch scrawny limbs, Seeking security in a forbidding terrain. Tentative fingers probing for purchase, Momentarily anchor, creep and grasp again. Mindless ambition, an instinctive will, Drives a path to solar sustenance. Revitalising rays multiply cells, Promoting uninvited regeneration.

Dancing Shadows High in the Great Canadian Rockies; on the shoreline of a rippling mountain stream, dancing shadows are reflected in the eyes of a massive, supreme bull elk. A gentle breeze is gracefully guiding the leaves of glorious fall

Women are not inferior or superior to men, They are only different from them. They speak out and put up a fight, For what they know to be just and right. Women can cook, clean, earn and invent, Run a

In your arms I find the heavenly solace; In your embrace I find my sanctity. In your two eyes lie my universal happiness; In your heart lies my vanity. Your touch ignites the passion of love; Your words make my

I remember when I first met him dark colour which gave me grim I never knew he would be the one him being mocking at every one the way he corrected my mistake I thought he would not be the

Every day when I wake up And I see the SUN, Walking down the street, I see kids having fun. I admire GOD’S perfect creations Like the BEAUTIFUL flowers that grow, Trees that grow very high,. And even the EVER

Flowers that stay in bloom A clock turning in a silent room Walls make barriers cocoon Raging waters soul consume Fighting warrior killed so soon Physical entity mind atune Falling leaves autumn tomb grey sky smell sweet perfume purple dandilion

Words have power to light fires of passion in the soul, making unsaid words waltz in unison of the hearts. Words are breath of life, a narrow line between, the real and declared, within one’s awareness of subtle meanings. Words