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- The partingIn PoetrySeptember 21, 2022Lovely00
- Soft StrokeIn PoetryOctober 3, 2022This has a great flow to it.00
- Behind Those Silent EyesIn PoetrySeptember 22, 2022Thank you, Lorene.0
- "PERSHING'S OWN"In PoetrySeptember 21, 2022Beautiful poem Lorene, I could see the water age hear the trumpets. Very visually entertaining00
- "PERSHING'S OWN"In PoetryOctober 3, 2022Where might I see some of your poems?00
- Soft StrokeIn PoetryJuly 25, 2023Lovely, Priya.00
- MY WORDS WHEN I AM GONEIn Poetry·October 8, 2023perhaps someone will keep my words when i am gone... somewhere near their heart • Donovan Baldwin000
- I HEARD THE MOON SPEAKIn Poetry·October 8, 2023Late one night in a foreign land, An alien moon shone brightly, as Snow fell softly as Heaven's dust, Through convoluted, black silhouettes, Of strange, leafless trees. Around me, a stranger there, snow covered Earth, and roofs, and tree limbs, Gleaming eerily white In the cold white beams of That full and shining moon. From nowhere, from everywhere, I heard whispers, Words just beyond comprehension, Standing confused amid Their almost meanings. I listeded to these night time voices, Murmuring sibilant, silvery sounds, Whispering past black tree limbs, Leaving secret wordless messages, In my ears and in my mind, As they shimmered past upon The crisply frozen air. No one was there but me, and For one brief moment I thought, The Moon tried to speak to me, Hoping to reveal interstellar secrets, Man is not normally allowed to know, Using a shimmering language that Mortal man can never understand. • Donovan Baldwin000
- REMEMBER THISIn Poetry·October 8, 2023Remember this: Often when you read my words, They were written by my heart Without checking with me first, But, also remember, I read them later, And let them stand. • Donovan Baldwin000
- LEAVE THIS LIFE WITHOUT A CAREIn Poetry·October 8, 2023So long I've longed to live my dreams, But, now with so much life it seems, My dreams are all I've left before, The soul-collector shuts the door. So, my dreams I'll write and share, And leave this life without a care. • Donovan Baldwin000
- POETRY TO MEIn Poetry·October 8, 2023Whatever it may truly be, Poetry, to me, is beauty, Spoken, written, spoken of, Yet more, Subjects themselves, Such as sunrise, The ocean, The dark or night, The moon within that night, The lovers 'neath the moon, Are also poetry, Which speak to the poet, Who tries to speak back. • Donovan Baldwin000
- MOTHER NATURE AND MEIn Poetry·October 8, 2023Wind on my bare body, Too old for romance they say, Yet the sun never hesitates to kiss my skin, Nor the rain to caress me. Birds sing love songs to me, And Mother Nature offers me flowers, Reciting her most exotic works In my ear, all day long, As she reclines with me in bliss. • Donovan Baldwin000
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