Write The Pages

I have no book,

To my name,

But write the pages,

Of the pain,

For love and joy,

Memories before,

The heart of a broken man,

Was born,

For a new dawn rose,

A new way shown,

On a path

A journey began,

A Letter To A Word

Another letter to a word,

A word to a sentence,

A paragraph emerged,

A written letter,

Sent afar,

A missile fired at a target,

The centre was a heart,

For the letter was intended,

To say how special you really are ....

Naked

Stood naked,

Like a tree with no leaves,

Cold wind biting the limbs,

The branches stretching out free,

Planted firm,

Deep rooted,

Grounded for all to see,

Waiting for the warmth of summer rays,

The joy of warmer days,

Heralds the blossom,

Where trees will bear fruit,

Leaves can sing to thee,

In the gentle breeze .......

Tattooes in a Mind

To read the lines of another poet,

It stirred emotions within deep,

To hit a cord,

Not like before,

Really made me think,

To capture the feelings with pen and ink,

On a page in verse and rhyme,

A poem that will last,

For the rest of time,

For the words,

Are still there,

Tattooed in my mind,