The Poet

What makes a poet,

My heart questions how,

To write the words that come in ones head,

To get acknowledged when the poem is read,

Is it luck or a name,

That makes it great,

How do you promote to progress ahead......

 

The Robin

You came to say hello,

Knowing that I was low,

You stayed with me on this rainy day,

To hear what I had to say,

To hear me say,

I loved you,

Oh how I miss you so,

That you already know,

 

November Rain

 November rain falls hard and fast,

A torrent of water passes as I walk on a path,

Dark and grey the sky above,

I guess the rain is going to last all day,

To the comfort of home I go,

To look at the rain threw the window pane,

A Secret Crush of Love

A burning heart on fire with desire,

That passionate flame burning within,

Radiant blush shown on the skin,

A secret crush of love,

The one who kindled the flame,

 

Murmuration

A murmuration,

That sight to see,

Birds dancing in the sky

Before they migrate away,

Flying high,

Fast then slow,

Diving low,

Oh the patterns they make,

Turning the sky from blue to grey,

A beautiful murmuration of the day.....

Whispering Words

Whispering words can be heard,

The voice unseen,

Travelling far upon the wind,

The message it brings,

In a code when it is heard,

Brings life from within,

For it stirs a heart,

To miss a beat,

Before it starts to sing,

Illumination

 A illuminating light,

Explaining everything,

That warm glow,

A radiant beam emitted from within,

Eyes wide open,

Special knowledge known,

Of a soul in love,

With another human being...