Here is a few poems that I wrote that helped me through some difficult parts of my life. Some people have other ways of letting out thier stress and feeleings this just happens to be one of mine. I hope you like them.
I have about 100 poems in my personal collection though not all are seen here
...but can be found at on my Poem Directory.. Ihope you go and take a look at some of my others peices of work and about 20 other peoples work. It is worth the click. *smiles*
But here is just a look of what you will find the, and I thought I should share them with you....
Roses are my favourite flower
Roses are like life
Sometimes soft and flowing
But need time to grow
Sometimes bumpy and sharp, as it's thorns
We all wish for sweet smelling flowers
But not always do we find
Sweet smelling roses
Blooming all around
Michelle Causley
Lost Time
The room smells of mildew
I have cried the tears of joy
I think of you often
© Michelle Causley
The shelves are full of dust
The memories have been forgotten
Yet you still have my heart
I cried the tears of pain
But nothing can replace
The joy and pain we have share the same
I hope you are too.
But that was a different time
A time of me and you.
The familar voice on the telephone
Sends warmth to the heart
Like we weren't a distant apart
Small talk is exchanged
But we wish it was an embrace
But at least we can hear each others voice
The gentle words and I love yous
The whispers and the miss yous
Brings warmth and virbance to our little chat
Wishing you were here
Or even me there
Starts to bring are hearts not so far apart
© Michelle Causley
The wind blows through the trees
The wind blows the clouds across the earth
The wind
© Michelle Causley
The Wind
Yet we don;t see the wind
How do we know it is there ?
Yet we don't hear the wind
How do we know it is there ?
The mysterious force all around is there yet
We don't here or see it
Yet we know it is there
Dark storm clouds cover the wonderous sky
Filling the earth with darkness and gloom
Mysterious clouds drift swiftly towards a destination unknown
Rain pelts crash apon the earth, drenching the soil and buildings
Lightening strikes luminating the sky with wonder and awe
Stretching from cloud to earth across the sky
Thunder rolls, crashing sounds, deep dark power is heard
Wonder and beauty are seen in a wild and screaming thunderstorm
© Michelle Causley
The bright sun luminates the sky
Gentle clouds cover the sun
Sunlight peers through the fluffy clouds
The wind blows the trees
A gentle sprinkle of rain falls to the earth
A bright coloured rainbow glitters across the sky
The wind blows the leaves across the sidewalk
Clouds drift away fromt he sun
The bright sun luminates the sky once again
© Michelle Causley
Closeness
Cuddling with the one you love
The cupping of the hands
The sweet smile you exchange
© Michelle Causley
Wonderous thoughts full us
We lie our heads on pillows
The thoughts of love an honor
We can shelter ourselves from the sorrow
© Michelle Causley
Holding them tight all through the night
Never wanting to let go
The gentle kiss on the cheek
The little things, that tell them you are there
The embrace you sustain asn the heat you contain
Are the signs you are in love
Nightmares invade us to
Making it impossible to sleep til noon
Comforting the body and thoughts we see.
Trying to screen the thoughts and feelings of you and me
Become thoughts or sorrow and pain
Making it impossible to sleep during the day
We can shelter ourselves from the pain
But we cannot shelter ourselves from daydreams
What love means to me...
Love... what is it really.. is it an emotion... a feeling... a statement... or
something that just causes so many problems that it isn't worth talking about...
or is loving something more than that.. to me..love is the feeling when you see
that special person and all you want to do is have your arms around them and
touch them.. love is the emotion that causes pain in the heart when you haven't seen
that special person in so long...love is not the same for every person.. there
is the love from friend to friend.. there is love from parent to child.. there
is love from lover to lover....and there is love from stranger to stranger....
even though this love is named the same.. it has totally different meanings.
Above all ....the purpose of love is the same .. in the sense that.. in my thoughts
.. love is the bond that holds people together whether a stranger or a loved one...
forever.. even though that person may not know it is is still there.. it is that
special bond that allows us to know that you cared about ..and knowledge that someone
might be thinking the same about themselves...the bond how close or how far away is
there always.....But the true sense of love is not an emotion...a feeling or a
statement .. it is the overall commitment to one person for a lifetime and not
feeling like that ever again about anyone else...."
By Michelle Causley
Another thought by me......
“sometimes when you dream .. do you dream of me ??? do you dream of what happened in the past .. the present.... the future.. and think why do I put myself through such torture ???....I dream.. I dream of things of long ago when everything was perfect..everything was humble.. everything was too good to be true...that was a time once lived and forgotten...I dream.. I also dream of bad things.. nightmares to say the least...nightmares of loss and nightmares of torment.. nightmares better left unsaid....these are the dreams of reality...but where does reality and the dream world exist ???....you can dream while awake ..and dream while you asleep....so is life just a dream ???” By Michelle Causley One last thought for ya.....
“ A painter is the occupation that everyone has in life.... the world being the canvas and the people and objects in which we paint are our subjects.... we are free to choice our subjects.. our scenery...our colours.. and everything in the picture in which we find to be the most beautiful thing on earth.....then why is it that ....each others painting are different ??? Why does suicide happen when each painter paints their own picture ???... The perfect picture of where they chose the out come... this means that their world should be bright and colourful place.. in which they created and made for themselves....” By Michelle Causley
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