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Stone Heart -by James

A bailey built around his heart,
yet upon one glance had sieged the walls and seized his castle,
peering back what once perfect solitary, then gazing forward now his new sanctuary.

All that he once was abandoned,
having neigh he press onwards,
bound by the path that shall be his new beginnings,
and thinking not of his past belongings.

Upon arrival the collision ignited,
beauty from the likes unknown to him,
being able entertain such a presence,
a muse with unbelievable incandescence.

The years grew since first they met,
and still in his eyes he saw her anew,
though he did not know the secret she kept,
for it won’t be long the day that he wept.

The day is now for sadness but truth,
as to another she had been untrue,
he grabbed some stones and began to build,
and knew that glance is what had him killed.
 
So I'm going to post something thats been stuck in my head i dont know if ive seen it anywhere or if its mine so if someone recognizes it please let me know.

If all I learn
Is how to burn
Then it's best i learned
How you make me burn

If all I ever find
Is how to be kind
Then its best I found
How you make me kind

If all i know is to grow
Then it's best i know
From all that you show

What ive learned
Is how to yearn

What ive found
Is all around

What ive felt
Is how to melt

What I've known is
How I've grown

All these things
Youve given to me
All I can see is what you mean to me

If you take nothing else
Take all I give of myself

The second one
Why does it feel
Like all that is real
Is what you make me feel

Why does it look
Like all I can see
Is what you mean to me

Why does it sound
Like all I can hear
Is you when you're near

Why do I know
That all I need is you to make me grow

So yep thats it
 
I blame you @BadBabe77 XD since one of Fcns resident poets has encouraged me I'm going to post something here XD

When I was young
I thought I would never grow old
That my heart would grow cold
And my page in the book of life would fold

When I was older I realized
That while my heart was colder
My love could still smolder
And would never be bought or sold

When I was young
I thought we all live and die alone
That our final price would be to atone
And all that would remain was bone

When I was older I knew
That no matter what my soul is new
And that all we need are a choice few
And our love and life would be renewed

When I was young
I thought all should be feared
That life was nought but tears
And pain would rule the years

When I was older I believed
That I could handle the cards I was dealt
That these things all my life I felt
Would make all my fears melt
 
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GrumpyPigeon said:
I blame you @BadBabe77 XD since one of Fcns resident poets has encouraged me I'm going to post something here XD

When I was young
I thought I would never grow old
That my heart would grow cold
And my page in the book of life would fold

When I was older I realized
That while my heart was colder
My love could still solder
And would never be bought or sold

When I was young
I thought we all live and die alone
That our final price would be to atone
And all that would remain was bone

When I was older I knew
That no matter what my soul is new
And that all we need are a choice few
And our love and life would be renewed

When I was young
I thought all should be feared
That life was bought but tears
And pain would rule the years

When I was older I believed
That I could handle the cards I was dealt
That these things all my life I felt
Would make all my fears melt
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This is beautiful little Squidge ❤
 
I woke up very early this morning, and amidst my restlessness despite how heavy my eyes felt, I found myself reading after a long time. Two particular songs in my playlist that I never gave much thought to began to play while doing my morning chores. And it helped me create this.

Prisoner/Guard

"When will you leave this cell?
When will you realize you can't stay?
When will you ask for the key?
When will you stop hoarding the memories?"

It wasn't matter of when, it was a matter of why.
And why- why indeed? Why can I not bring myself to leave?
Curled up in the corner of a humid and dusty cell,
where treasures of memories are tightly chained and engulf my heart.

"Just..give me a minute."
"It's been more than a minute.
When will you allow yourself out of these chains?
Do you not want to escape and discover new things?"

An old and crumpled bookmark,
my most used one- torn and crinkled and stained with tears,
rough around the edges with a little note that was handwritten by him.

"You beg for release- but you aren't letting me let you out.
When will you let me unburden you?
Do you not want pardon?"

"This is not a burden. Just...just give me a minute."
Tightly clutching him against my chest, my most cherished bookmark-
tightly clutching the hoards and hoards of memories
"Give me a minute."
"..And..if it's more than a minute?"

"Then...I am willing to do life."
 
SUNNBEAM said:
I woke up very early this morning, and amidst my restlessness despite how heavy my eyes felt, I found myself reading after a long time. Two particular songs in my playlist that I never gave much thought to began to play while doing my morning chores. And it helped me create this.

Prisoner/Guard

"When will you leave this cell?
When will you realize you can't stay?
When will you ask for the key?
When will you stop hoarding the memories?"

It wasn't matter of when, it was a matter of why.
And why- why indeed? Why can I not bring myself to leave?
Curled up in the corner of a humid and dusty cell,
where treasures of memories are tightly chained and engulf my heart.

"Just..give me a minute."
"It's been more than a minute.
When will you allow yourself out of these chains?
Do you not want to escape and discover new things?"

An old and crumpled bookmark,
my most used one- torn and crinkled and stained with tears,
rough around the edges with a little note that was handwritten by him.

"You beg for release- but you aren't letting me let you out.
When will you let me unburden you?
Do you not want pardon?"

"This is not a burden. Just...just give me a minute."
Tightly clutching him against my chest, my most cherished bookmark-
tightly clutching the hoards and hoards of memories
"Give me a minute."
"..And..if it's more than a minute?"

"Then...I am willing to do life."
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This is beautiful. So beautiful X
 
GrumpyPigeon said:
So I'm going to post something thats been stuck in my head i dont know if ive seen it anywhere or if its mine so if someone recognizes it please let me know.

If all I learn
Is how to burn
Then it's best i learned
How you make me burn

If all I ever find
Is how to be kind
Then its best I found
How you make me kind

If all i know is to grow
Then it's best i know
From all that you show

What ive learned
Is how to yearn

What ive found
Is all around

What ive felt
Is how to melt

What I've known is
How I've grown

All these things
Youve given to me
All I can see is what you mean to me

If you take nothing else
Take all I give of myself

The second one
Why does it feel
Like all that is real
Is what you make me feel

Why does it look
Like all I can see
Is what you mean to me

Why does it sound
Like all I can hear
Is you when you're near

Why do I know
That all I need is you to make me grow

So yep thats it
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I know i have replied to this once... but sadly that reply is lost, so i reply again. I wish i know the origins of this, they are beautiful words. And they are like you little one... ❤️
 
BadBabe77 said:
I know i have replied to this once... but sadly that reply is lost, so i reply again. I wish i know the origins of this, they are beautiful words. And they are like you little one... ❤️
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I'm not sure if it's mine. I couldn't find anything to match it but I'm hesitant to claim it is mine. It would be just my luck for someone to be like oh you copied so and so faker XD better safe than sorry
 
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Thank you @Locket44 for showing me this poem <3
 
In days of old when Knights were bold and toilets weren't invented
You left your load upon the road
And walked away contented.
 
Lupine said:
So any budding Poets about? I used to write stuff so many moons ago now. But thought I'd share a couple.

Hazy Days

The days drift on and on
But there must be an end.
I see her face in every crowd;
Hear her voice in every word.

Images of snatched moments we had
Drift like snowflakes through my heart.

I never knew why she left,
I guess she's never gone.
But I know there's a hole in my heart
Where she used to be.


Fireflies

From on high I watch the lights below
They shine like so many fireflies
Their patterns push out to light the dark
I wonder of the dreams
That those below are having
Their lives unaware of my passing

As I watch the land slip by
My thoughts reach upto heaven
My mind wanders like the clouds
But slowly I tire and fall into slumber
My mind dreams like those below
But onwards I always go..

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MeganB said:
My love,

There are days when I lay awake like an owl.
Alone on my bed, I wondered...
" Why am I so lucky...? "
You're just like one of those prince charming of fairly tales.
Saved me from the troubles.
Stood behind me to catch each fall of mine.
Made me laugh with your silly jokes.
Turned me red and blushiee with those whispers of yours.
All my teary nights became beautiful memories.
Changed my nightmares to beautiful dreams.
You made my life so complete.
So now that I have you for myself.
I know for sure.
That......
I am yours forever and ever.


Love,
MB
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