The love given, keep it, forward it is to be paid
Priceless was the moment, though magic was not made
Carry the bags of the past, to hold gifts of the present
If the future is to present better, tomorrow will be pleasant
Higher hills, clearer the view, in search of brighter days ahead
Following rhythms of the beat, astray the heart will be lead
Unfulfilled desires, having to have had yet amongst the have nots
Chances taken will be rewarded, bow gracefully with no parting shots
Follow the rhythm of the beat, to love the heart will be lead
Higher hills, clearer the view, upon thy face the light has shed
If the future presented better, today’s best will be tomorrow’s pleasure
Carrying bags of the past, amused to see trash is treasure
Priceless were the moments, even with magic they too will fade
The love given, share it, love begats love so forward it was paid.
PHIRE
 10900 
|
|||||||||||||||||||||
you need to login or register to leave a comment
PROPHITLESS
CATEGORY
romance
Views: 296
You must be registered to leave a comment. Registration is FREE.
COMMENTS
No comments. Be the first to enter a comment.
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY PHIRE
Burning DesiresThis story will be posted once the title reach 100 views.  |
The is MyLiving life with no filter, Nothing Extra .... Take off the shade To see the spectra... It's expected, nothing less, for success... Put on humility to undress the stress... Door closed and life opened a gate... Talent and hard work will Outlast the fate... Loving life with know filter, nothing more... Illumination only to eliminate the Tidal bore
|
Cliff NotesTossing and turning thinking about you...
|
ScreeningConfused as to what these eyes have seen Stood behind the lines asked to read between translation lost listening to the language of hips Nobody in sync closed mouths and sealed lips Hindsight twenty twenty outside what is envisioned Glass is half full cause being empty was not a decision
|
InmatesThere is this feeling I feel, like being so close to home... The trembling and the shaking, like I'm nervous syndrome... Can't get my words out when I'm in your sight... My mind is imprisoned, sentences, for you my pen writes. |
Time's TickingCan we meet again, this time as adults... Bottle up what's loss watching for different results... Hands out of reach desiring only a touch ... Hour moments together are comparable to nonesuch... Can we meet again, this time growing young... Sharing every breath as air feels the lung... To face the future knowing space does exist... Life unwound as the bell found a twist. |
Make HasteIf every day was just like this... to awake in your arms and greet you with a kiss... I would be remiss to think that I could resist... your smile, your smell, or even your touch... please excuse me if I'm feeling too much... A woman like you I have had such… so please excuse me, you making me blush. I will accept everyday will not be like this... my eyes will open yet still dream of bliss... these thoughts have promise I will not dismiss... don't mind me as I reminisce your smile, your smell, or even your taste... please excuse me, this opportunity I couldn't waste... A woman like you I know is innocent and chaste ... So please excuse my mind, for my heart is in haste. If every day was just like this... to awake in your arms and greet you with a kiss... I would be remiss to think that I could ... |
ContradictionLove is not an invention, so don’t be mad when I’m not making Treasure the experience on this expedition your body’s taking Love is not impatient, so don’t be mad when I leave you waiting Found pandora between your lips, in rhythm your heart’s pulsating Love is not an addiction, so don’t be mad when I’m not craving Head upstream, overflows downtown, tasted a joy worth saving Love is not a moment, so don’t be mad when I lose my timing Focus your mind on what’s ahead, don’t fear the fall while climbing Love is not a rule, so don’t be mad when I start breaking Inside of feelings, Love's a contradiction, intimate and breathtaking. |
Winter's WindIs this the feeling of love, as winter wind chills my bones... Is this the feeling of love? Is this the feeling of love, as winter's wind hurries me home... Is this the feeling of love? Is this the feeling of love, as wintered wind blows to the east... Is this the feeling of love? Is this the feeling of love, as winter wind does more with least... Is this the feeling of love? |
BAGGEDPaper or plastic? Good question… cause I want neither Suffocating my ego, your eco won’t give me a breather Real talk…what brown could do, should already be did Call me the goat…add ever, so the truth never kids Metaphor a reason, symbolism of class no undertone Lemonade over tea, bitter sweet the end, when the beginning gone… |