darkcloud68
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2023 4:48am
2nd Feb 2023 4:48am
I think of her.
I think about her,even when I don't want too. My love for her makes her unforgettable, Isn't that a song. Wow she is a sweet song that plays over and over in my head. My heart can't forget her. Nor can my flesh forget her touch, nor can my eyes forget her enchanting beauty,or her radiating smile.
Oh how do I think of her, all though I don't want too. Oh what a pain to the heart now that we are apart. And I say that I am moving on, but at snails pace. I gave her all my heart to her. True and full love no half measures. ...
Oh how do I think of her, all though I don't want too. Oh what a pain to the heart now that we are apart. And I say that I am moving on, but at snails pace. I gave her all my heart to her. True and full love no half measures. ...
#love
#strength
#forgiveness
#respect
#emotions
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cabcool
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
remOrse
The skeletons of the past must not hold back the dream of a new life, even
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
#forgiveness
#ImSorry
#LifeChangingMoment
#rebirth
#regret
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0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
remOrse
The skeletons of the past must not hold back the dream of a new life, even
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
#forgiveness
#ImSorry
#LifeChangingMoment
#rebirth
#regret
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0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
remOrse
The skeletons of the past must not hold back the dream of a new life, even
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
#forgiveness
#ImSorry
#LifeChangingMoment
#rebirth
#regret
74 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
remOrse
The skeletons of the past must not hold back the dream of a new life, even
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
#forgiveness
#ImSorry
#LifeChangingMoment
#rebirth
#regret
74 reads
0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
25th Sep 2024 6:39am
remOrse
The skeletons of the past must not hold back the dream of a new life, even
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
though fear and regret, guilt and remorse may unsettle us during the effort to
give our future a new home.”—Erik Pevernagie
i have no time to stop and count
the number of the wrongs,
or measure the intensity
of all the harm i’ve caused;
to test how high i’ve placed myself
above the needs of throngs,
or fathom depths i’ve stooped to hurt
poor men whose...
#forgiveness
#ImSorry
#LifeChangingMoment
#rebirth
#regret
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0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
29th Dec 2023 4:47pm
29th Dec 2023 4:47pm
Deeper Than The Pelion
Deeper than the Pelion Sea
and still waters of twilight
sweeter than ambrosia
vanishing sins
aches and pains
exonerating the flame
of dark's misguided fools
while listening to the innocent
deeper than the Pelion Sea
and still waters of twilight
sweeter than ambrosia
vanishing sins
aches and pains
exonerating the flame
of dark's misguided fools
while listening to the innocent
deeper than the Pelion Sea
#forgiveness
#philosophical
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4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
29th Dec 2023 4:47pm
29th Dec 2023 4:47pm
Deeper Than The Pelion
Deeper than the Pelion Sea
and still waters of twilight
sweeter than ambrosia
vanishing sins
aches and pains
exonerating the flame
of dark's misguided fools
while listening to the innocent
deeper than the Pelion Sea
and still waters of twilight
sweeter than ambrosia
vanishing sins
aches and pains
exonerating the flame
of dark's misguided fools
while listening to the innocent
deeper than the Pelion Sea
#forgiveness
#philosophical
168 reads
4 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
We’ll Cross That Bridge When We Build It
how do we cross
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
#love
#grief
#forgiveness #healing
#forgiveness #healing
206 reads
16 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
We’ll Cross That Bridge When We Build It
how do we cross
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
#love
#grief
#forgiveness #healing
#forgiveness #healing
206 reads
16 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
We’ll Cross That Bridge When We Build It
how do we cross
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
#love
#grief
#forgiveness #healing
#forgiveness #healing
206 reads
16 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
We’ll Cross That Bridge When We Build It
how do we cross
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
#love
#grief
#forgiveness #healing
#forgiveness #healing
206 reads
16 Comments
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