I don't have a poetry style. I have been writing poems now since February 2004. I love it when I get into that space and creativity just flows. I am enjoying my poems and I enjoy writing them. I find a lot of releasing happens when I write from MY truth. My intention in writing the way that I do is to allow myself to be just me.(the good, bad and ugly)And also it's okay to be open and honest about feelings such as hurt, hate, pain etc, you have had or are having now because by expressing them they no longer have the power over you.That is why I am now addicted to writing poetry and I totally love it.
I like to adventure outside of the illusionary box that has been installed in me. And realise there is so much more to this life than what we see.
I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I enjoy writing them. Take care.
I like to adventure outside of the illusionary box that has been installed in me. And realise there is so much more to this life than what we see.
I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I enjoy writing them. Take care.
- Last seen on Oct 4 10:13 AM 2005. Member since March 20, 2004.
- I'm a opaline dream poet for 867 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "THE SAFEST PLACE ON EARTH IS WITHIN YOU!".
- I am a 38 year old girl (New Zealand)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a home executive and homeschool 2 of my 3 daughters..
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My Poetry
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Across the miles of the imagined past
we tread and tread, both near and far24 lines, 4 comments, March 7, 2005. In Personal -
Teachings of so long ago
Implanted in my mind14 lines, 4 comments, October 31, 2004. In Sad -
i see myself
as the ocean deep25 lines, 13 comments, October 23, 2004. In Personal
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astralshepherd on November 14, 2005Tonight I see the night stars and hear their singing; a gentle song of life and love beckoning to join in with them as each gaze into their clear sparking eyes reflects a celestial joy. Crickets call from shrub and brush asking for a dance, to join along in time. Syncopated evening whispers reach out this night, in every form and manner to ask of you to write my dear poet, write. Write of what you know and feel, write out loud the abounding brilliant joy. Put to paper your deepest ache and sorrow. But write, oh please write. In echoed dreams aroused from slumber’s gate write on. From the steps of heaven’s storehouse, write on. With all the abandon love’s great depth provides, write on. Dear poet, please, write.
Blessings and best wishes,
~richard
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Night Hope on December 29, 2004 Oh Good!!!
You've been back...
Miss you, Sweetheart...come see me when you can??? Pleeeeeeease??? hehehe 
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Night Hope on December 24, 2004
Where you at, my Friend??? Merry Christmas...
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delouisiano on August 18, 2004I couldn't find the link to reply on your comment so i decided to do so here.
I'm so happy that someone at long last has read the poem "use me like angels" I really love it and I'm happy someone else loves it.
