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

That fierce winter night I was passing through the dense forest what a terrible night of winter it was black clouds had covered moonlight woods was plunged into complete darkness and capped by the terrible silence sometimes frightening voices of

I am the burning star the beacon you have been looking for I will show you the way, every day and I will never complain just burn all day, every day give away my light so that you can see

Why do you elude me the way you do? How many mysteries are you carrying within yourself? Why do I feel I am a part of you? The treasure that you carry within you is far richer then the materialistic

After lifting the fingerprints of bloodbath a bushfire starts, engulfing contradictions, the gulf between erosion of truth and survivors appears widening. Tiny ants smell blood, exfoliation begins, from nameless earth for the exodus of barefoot, the epic of tragedy, something

I am divided into halves that I did not choose. I head out the door at 8.45 pm, heart beating faster than necessary. I have just lost a screaming match. “Decent girls get home at this time.” “You are the

Once upon a rug, Crawled an antsy bug. This critter was in a dither. He had a bud named Doug, Who called him Jitters. Doug was a go-getter, While Jitters was a quitter. This bug did not love To act

Puffy and white clouds float, On a cool breeze of endless hope, Shape shifting to natural winds, Against the horizon, powerless to pretend… Transparent from close, Cloudy from far away, Is it specific to a clear, Cloudless perfect day… Are

Well you are my FORBIDDEN FRUIT And you’re just so damn juicy and Sweet, I can just eat you up and Never get enough, you might have Your secrets from me and from He but I don’t care, I need

I like Solitude ….. Together I was wondering how secured I am Together I was wondering how safe I am Together I was wondering how much blessed I am Together I was wondering how much cared I am Together I

I myself have experienced what they say a feeling that comes from your heart a feeling that doesn’t come everyday But if misused, becomes a poisonous dart. It’s not only about pleasure It’s not really a must The real treasure

Listening, to inner voice, peeling off the hurts, hammered memories. You dropp the answer and throw back the question. Something was totally amiss Absence overtakes the presence. The shadow was more frightening. No movement, A lull before a flash, then

The pain in their eyes, still fresh, bleeding. I know their sleepless nights, trying to put together the missing pieces of this puzzle called life. A Poet who writes in the garden and then must write in the war, may

Broad mindedness is the yardstick of one’s wisdom Broad minded is always a giver His ambition is the welfare of the needy His aim in Life is upliftment of poor Needy first self later is his motto small mindedness is

In eyes the color of translucence Irises dilate to hold up The light hands cannot cup; In minds the color of efflorescence Cool heads may not prevail, Hot heads may not fail; But in mindsets the color of prison walks

Crimson tulips,scarlet roses, Snow-white roses with beautiful posies. Gorgeous fairies in flamboyant gowns, Always cheerful and happy,they never frown. Yellow buttercups and pink azaleas, Hibiscus and bright coloured bougainvilleas, Spreading on the walls of the lush green lawns. As if

I had a dream once, One where I flung my arms back And felt a caress so tight. I couldn’t help but feel at home. A place I haven’t been in so long. Night comes as I close my eyes.

I miss you in the vacuum that was once you. In the stillness of a cemetry afternoon. In the dinner table, with an empty seat. In family photographs, now incomplete. In my husband-to-be, In the grandchildren you did not see.

Surrendering to- Which they have no control over, Each day they are together- Every time they look at one another, They give each other a part of themselves. Whispering promises of tomorrow- Her dreams, his wings- In the embrace they

Your fangs open like lips. I am ready for the kiss of death at a war zone, where I was adrift holding the flame, moments stabbed by hot bullets. Black and white words break the embrace, I cannot study the

When the facts and figures did not add up When the bank account was empty, and also the cup When I was tired, weary, and worn, feeling all washed up From Illinois to Wisconsin, from Mississippi to California You have

They walk in dreams nightmarishly spirits of nameless faces staring without eyes. The screams: of a child on whom you poured boiling water. The screams: of a girl made to wear only flesh, because she ran away with a priest.