Disenchanting dreams pave their will Seconds follow a timely till, While the dormant lie counting sheep, The hands of time. Now dawn breaks, sends fresher pair of gem seeking eyes desirous to find what Time, Fate and Earth denies, finding cold breeze that blows snowflakes from white cream ground, thankful for Nature's sanctuary here now found. When all hope seem to have failed, you were there keeping me alive. Little bird, little bird, at the unfortunate you cackle, Little bird, little bird, who vanishes from sight by nary a word nor a prayer,. Many times, I forsake the light and still you never left my door. But how to comprehend the light of life without a sight of darkness? I pretend that I'm your man And your hand's in mine forever So clear.
In moments of my life I try and run from my fate. Playing my roll through this journey even with all the drama it brings. My preacher spoke of the afterlife, calling it paradise. Poetry on destiny ought to be read, shared and celebrated because it comes from the deepest core of human beings, it understands the way life works and it believes in the power of elements that can change the game. I remember now, I felt this company once before, this light. Be it not the beauty of Venus or Mars, but that of awareness, to feel the depth of meaning by lessons of life; and of loneliness. So now, as thoughts turn to you, Bitterly I must wonder, Why something Fate would bring together Destiny would see fit to tear asunder? Of course, life is full of many variables beyond our control, but at the end of the day, you determine the actions that influence your path.
Your secrets became our private talks. My heart and my mind are as real as the earth and the sea. You put your arms above your head, oh - 'twas a sinuous view Of all your harms, my newlywed, as the world twirled anew, While sand devils and waterspouts spun mad in insane art, I felt myself vaporize as I was swiftly pulled apart. I try and guard my heart with my rancor and my wit. Who can tell us what our Fate is? Pray thee, returneth to world of gentle men, Let both thy mind and fevered blood softly spill! But I can't delete what was written I can only fashion what is to be.
It's happened to me, so the writer is a believer in the magic of what could be. This is only the third or fourth poem I've read by you. Why Am I Here, Now What Do I Do? The chain of destiny can only be grasped one link at a time. The depth is scary, but I can't look away, I dive and drown in this red ocean every day. The sun sets over deserts reddish hues, beyond the treeless plain, in hope I prance with new direction my belief renews. Words I have longed to hear Finally came to my ears Yet my heart is no longer In the same place Nor same state, it has once been Fate is cruel to position us To yearn for one another As if we were not born In the same period of time If I hadn't changed Would you still love me the same Or could you only have fallen For the person I am now Watched her for decades, in her pompous world of upper class never earned her breath, her life nothing but a free pass my labors have brought me to her status, yet she smirks my world, her beauty not fend her a day, that's how it works.
Jennifer Lopez - Feel The Light From The Original Motion Picture Soundtrack, Home June. Your finger wavered in a blur, now was the sauce polluted? He works, plots, fights, in rude affairs, With squires, lords, kings, his craft compares, Till late he learned, through doubt and fear, Broad England harbored not his peer: Obeying time, the last to own The Genius from its cloudy throne. Copyright © Year Posted 2012 Destiny Poem I would love to be your comfort A blanket when you're confused A bright song on every dark day Warmth and hope you cannot lose To be the canopy to cover you When life's storms come your way I can be the one you've longed for Because I see the words you can't say So let's discard the old frayed sweater That doesn't fit, it's come undone You don't need words for my attention Let's just hold hands and have some fun Your eyes could light the skies tonight That coy smile, wow. But it's another thing - it is another thing - to make the decisions. People say that our Destiny is open, but our Fate is sealed.
My days were filled with tearful gazes. Tween man and his destiny. My shielded wings comfort you during your moments of suffering while your life staggered across earth. You know things happen for a reason, and that you should find out how to live up to that essence of what you're supposed to do and which direction you are determined to take. Oh yes, I am the master of my fate. Are not thy word-gifts bearing much needed fruits? There's a me and you There's a me and you. Poems of destiny that destiny wanted us to write and read.
© Demetrios Trifiatis 28 October 2015 Copyright © Year Posted 2015 Destiny Poem Dancing with the sunbeams deep sea reflections so beautiful adoring on cloud nine sitting pretty upon golden sands shifting salt of the ocean turns Each wave a blessing in disguise standing regal one moment in time looking back captivating starlight was born Mirrors mist over arched jewels colour radiance fixing thoughts on an image beholding your word no diamond ever cut comes close to you Copyright © Year Posted 2018. Bring me to my own horizon, bring me fate, bring me peace. Fate's touch, its feel, its taste Venom from a poisonous flower But no one knows, it's a sweet feeling on your tongue Destiny — The tongue that tastes. Lord pleases clarify the day I fell down to my knees, accepted Jesus as my savior? Pulsing hearts and feeling shy, passing smiles with our eyes. Let me breathe and set me free, Even if this wretched world with all its flaws might be beautiful I don't want to be part of it anymore, I want to rise into the heavens and soar. I liked the fact that this was personal to you as I feel you have expressed your innermost feelings within this delightful poem.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul. One heart, Two hearts, One beat. In moments of my life I gave a piece of myself, for nothing in turn. Love needs no proof for its existence; no words, no kisses, no promises. My finger was cut and I saw my blood dripping into a pool I knew my blood was real, no more a mystery I was warned, told to be careful, but how was I to know Blood was just a word painted red in my head I did not believe the truth I could not see But now I know and I know seeing is not believing Seeing imparted knowledge of the red liquid flowing within me My flesh was opened by a lightning bolt one bright and sunny day But only one tiny drop of red blood seeped out Still there was a pool of light gathering beside my wound As the thunder. I couldn't have asked for a better friend, to help open my eyes so I could finally see. Copyright © Year Posted 2015 Destiny Poem You had that future retro look: two thousand seventeen, There was a slow and sultry permanence, a little slouchy lean As you eased out of the taxi before it shot off to the right, Who could have predicted what was goin' down that night.
A: You're gonna have to figure that out for yourself. He's captured my soul, I weep thinking what could be would give up history of wealth, if he would love me he is one to lead, never have time to allow me to serve lived with worthiness to have all, his love I don't deserve. Notice the resistence of the gasping Clench your fingers Weigh them down Feel the life leave their lips And the pressure leave their lungs Let them choke. Little bird, little bird, who caws in the night, and who's hunter's efforts you slough. If you think you know pain, I will surprise you little cat.
Please someone rest with me. The obvious question is whether this is the final immersing of your soul's disguises. Released from the chains of amorous passion, false desire, I hold you in my heart, gently, with the chastity of innocence. Today starts my anticipated forest trek, seeking salvation from heart's emotional wreck, last night I watched stars twinkle in heavenly skies pondering how to overcome world's darkest lies. . The barren earth divides a vast expanse as shadows cast by dawn are left behind. Lindley, Susan Ashley, Teppo Gren a collaboration - joining as one voice and one searching soul July 26, 2018 My poet's notes: It was a sincere pleasure and joy to be a part of this wonderful collaboration with two of the finest poets on the Soup, Susan Ashley and Robert Lindley.