we’ve roamed the colosseum we’ve dined in Paris too I proposed in Madrid the English lakes I married you, but Sophie my darling it was in this dirty old town you made all my dreams come true.
Tag Archives: Creative writing
Red Apple
Kiss Me
This is an old one I recently found written for my wife when we first started dating. I don’t think I actually gave it to her
Dream
Music
To hear music is to feel. Changing of emotion echoing the expression of one’s 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.
The New Spring Sun
I’m not of this world. And as your eyes blossom in the new spring sun, I sense you’re not too. But while trapped in this world my heart belongs to you.
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I am
I am a husband but I have no woman to hold I am a father but I hear no children’s laughter I am a son but comes no word from a parent I am a man, but God holds me like I’m a baby
Together
I couldn’t quite hear himwith the distance between us,only muffles through the mask he was wearing. It was a gentle breeze that hurled his words straight into my ears, down into my heart.Both of are dejected spirits now rallied.“The vaccine is here, they’ve done it”.Is what he said in a cheerful tonethat I’m sure willContinue reading “Together”
By His wounds
Palm leaves reach out in worship for they knew, just who He was. He flipped tables in the den of thief’s. He showed his way the truth. Broke bread and explained of a no greater love then betrayed with a kiss. Snatched in the dark, a snatch in secret. Found guilty of His innocence, deniedContinue reading “By His wounds”
Smith Shine Poetry 