| User | littlepoet | | Topic | i need someone help | | Message | I’am writing a peice of prose and I need someones help ?
please
can any one help me?
The hands mold a rose
A rose of ever lasting love
And ring to bear a promise of eternal love
Relentless desire with beauty age’s and so will the soul
For the body carries the soul and is the caretaker of soul
Internally giving sweetly comfort to the body
Love settles with creatively thoughts
There are many promises secret sacred to the heart, which imparts
Love, patients, joy,
As I age so will my desire for beauty as we relent for a quiet day
As I seek solitude to think of the love given to me
My weary eyes race their so busy straining with desire
To put on Christmas packages and Christmas cards
Peruse the misspelled loved one’s names
I take a candle’s fluttering light and found the paper blurry
I love silky powerful shadows and it my desire as a tender soul
It is reflection of my lost confidence alone
And give my loved ones comfort in the time of and sorrow
We all grow from children to adults
And we are the sum of our own
We must learn to give to each other more
As I lay in bed I heard a sound it softly whispered and the tears
When I approached softly crying to my loves arms I lay my head on his shoulders
I love silky powerful shadows of jealousy creep through the rough times
A solitary bell whispered ringing in the distance as I lay in bed I heard the sound searching
But give your self-peace in your heart that he truly loves you
My greatest fear is to be alone ah those powerful shadows they are all but
Are reflections a soul with no confidence?
Every seductively a sudden shadow lifted my morning
It was you peeking at my back door as I sat quietly waiting for you to come to me
And put your arms around me and comfort me as I cried it rained
An unannounced cloud’s drenched me with warm rain as a soft billowing cloud rolled by
That sweet misty morning as we sat on open porch in the back yard
Above a desired song lofting and sweeping across a valley
A delicious smell of rain in the air
And the rhythmic sound playing in straw huts
This December a sweet song seductively reminds me of
As the rain turns into snow and reeks havoc over highway and byways
As people move to and fro for Christmas
Love of cold gray day |
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| User | littlepoet | 2005-01-18 | | | Subject | showing appreciation | | Message | thanks for every thing you guys have done for me I do appreciate it
there is a revised work on my page if you like to take a look joey it’s under poetry |
| User | Amanda Langley | 2005-01-16 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | wow, that is long and deep and long lol did i mention long? |
| User | joeyalphabet | 2005-01-05 | | | Subject | untitled | | Message | what do you need help WITH? grammar? syntax? what you are utrying to say with this? this looks much more like poetry to me rather than prose. :-) |
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