It’s just there, yet so far will it listen once? How many times can you pray upon a star? Will they exile me to an unknown land? With just the company of a busker hand in hand. In a search for love, in a search for treasure exile me from all of this pressure.
Author Archives: Smith Shine Poetry
I hope now someone loves you
You once asked if I loved you my short answer was no. The truth my feelings I could not let go. I was dancing in the pink hue of the atmosphere, escaping the dragons fiery breath I could not see, I was deaf. There has been now many moons many of them blue, I hopeContinue reading “I hope now someone loves you”
Rifle and prayer
Pushing fear to the pit as the scent of death fills the air. Still moving only forward with just rifle and prayer. The Kingdom acknowleges heads bowed in silence Gods peace now theirs, no war, no violence.
Like an angel
Like an angel, I need you today to roll this stone away. My heart pumps love like its fair whilst my head doesn’t seem to care. Christopher said ‘our view of this world is like a mirror reflecting one’s soul’. Well, in a deep wishing well. I’m the poem and the pen, to feel moreContinue reading “Like an angel”
These nights with you
I would cut down to hear your laugh just one more time, have not just fading memories drowning in this bottle of wine. I miss you more than i ever could’ve thought, I wish it didn’t ache and your life wasn’t cut so short. I reflect on us as children, in the past i loveContinue reading “These nights with you”
Thyme that grew through pebbles
Lured in by the grace of a beaming smile that hid much. I saw heartache through her eyes that I found attractive, a profound force struck something inside of us. Beneath my fury and her pain, like thyme that grew through pebbles. We found love.
Waiting
Like wintry trees waiting for their leaves to return. I stand strong, watching the tinders burn. Waiting in expectation with every folk-dance In waiting, do we diminish, or do we enhance? Tides wait for the moon once more do I labour on the wrong shore? There’s a weight in waiting to wait God please, I’mContinue reading “Waiting”
I feel a change
As caterpillar to butterfly I feel a change coming. I surmise to bask in victory as the Indian lotus springs to life. Blowing in the wind, carrying excitement surfing on the sea change of optimism like the woman at the well i feel it’s dynamite. I smell it in the petrichor dabbing myself dry afterContinue reading “I feel a change”
Music
To hear music is to feel. Changing of emotion echoing the expression of ones soul. Proof of His existence. Life without music, impossible. Above clouds racing through veins, in musical notations love thrives. Pulsating to the symphony of our lives.
My morning muse
You are the poetry. Like the bells that chime my hand composes your fate to rhyme. The way you motion with the mop, you became my morning muse. Alexa is taking requests in the kitchen, so take my hand and i’ll let you choose.
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