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poetry, quotes & thoughts about life

in the garden

MY ROSE

I reminisce the first kiss

From Melrose my dear rose

It made my blood cold like ice

It gave my heart a minute pose

Holding her tight and close

She loves leaning on my little chest

Wrapped around with my tender arms

I dream we never part until at last

I fear to lose my rose my Queen

Colligated, me and her now make one

This love made me insane

I’m sure she’s the chosen one

She’s my magic rose

The kind with ever smiling petals

With a sensation that never drops

In my loving arms

That’s where her peace reigns

Around her presence

My insecurities are with fears

Falling in love I thought it wrong

But now my heart has a love song

Lyrics to all unknown

Known only to her alone

She’s has magical ears

My magic dear rose

The only one who knows

My sweet soul’s silent musings

With words I can’t explain enough

What’s the other way to say of love

Be in my soul and see your self

I will remain the same for ages

My love for you is true

Like the sky it never changes

Always and will ever be blue

I surrender my life, to you i give

All the days i will protect this love

I will live

Like a guardian Angel to make you believe

That all is under, you’re above

I will love you now

I will love you then

I will love you like when

our love was two days old

So come closer my rose

Let’s dance to out love tunes

Known to only our souls

And make the world our love to praise

Come let’s give hope to doubting souls

🌹

Come lets show that true love exists

by H D Mleya

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

🌼

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth

🥀💐

the trees are singing hymns of gregarious grace

including me in their harmonious worship

shades-of-violet hydrangea snowballs shyly peek out from forest green camouflage

wanting to tell their easy going secrets

summer days bunch in humid bouquets of passionate colors

though we’re all slightly wilted in this heat

longing for a bit of chill

the evening falls down in shades of blues and whites

then cinematically the rainbow reel begins to turn

catching our collective breathing in this wonder-as-we-wander show of colors quickly changing

reflecting all its magical up-in-the-air business in the mirrored surface on the water below

as-above-so-below reflections of pure beauty

but for now, light plays electric games

intertwining within the trees empty spaces above black silhouettes

creating living, breathing, stained-glass-type masterpieces down each darkening dead-end street

then it all graciously surrenders to nights call with such tender sky streaking eloquence

having complete peace with its natural disappearance

everything spoken loudly with no verbal cues

I see love everywhere

my soulful eyes touching these freely given moments

I wholeheartedly admit, am full-smitten with this messy, beauty-full world

recklessly giving my heart without any hesitation to is flaunting desire to be wild and ramble free-

changing every moment

ever on and on

my heart beat keeps time

my steps lead me through emptied streets

winding my way home

to my bed of quilts and comforts

now I lay me down

with no more miles to go

my ever rambling conversation – this thing named ‘Prayer’

with this best friend of mine,

this love I know so well, is,

as it is most frequently,

one of extravagant thanks

I am kept

I am loved

I am enough

this I know for sure

💐

Amy Lloyd

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