Poetry Blogs (Feel)
Your boot is pressed against my neck
While you peer into the horizon,
A beautiful symphony of warm and cool colors
Creating a mesmerizing dawn.
My gasps of anguish are muffled by your song.
I don't know how to get to my knees,
Let alone stand, but I'll try.
My face grinds against the ground
Attempting to make sand of stone.
You press down harder against my neck.
The pressure is astoundi...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 11:54 am
Is it a Curse .. or God's Grace
To live alone heart and place
Suffering what I always face
Hopeless to be myself again
Are these changes good for me
To be lonely always or not to be
To live away of what I see
I lost my hope and brain
Sadly to wake up and sleep
Painful to feel yourself cheap
Living alone hurts in deep
I wish to know why, but in va...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 8:00 am
Happiness, in hands for you.
If you decided, not to be sad.
As a cup of water, to drink.
To clean your thoughts, to be glad.
Sadness, does not need to broach.
It always knocks, worried heart.
But Happiness, with a golden coach.
Asks, to ride happiness cart.
The Brain is yours, “to make use”.
Positively, think of your own.
Feel your value, never abuse....
Monday 18th February 2019 2:02 pm
Feel it with all your might
Feel it with all that’s insight
Feel it tonight
Feel it regardless of your fight
Feel the laughter and pain hitting right
Feel it like the wind lashing off the winter night
Feel it again
Feel it over and over again
Feel it like you can’t pretend
Feel life like it’s your friend
Feel it for all that’s lost with no end
Feel it again
Feel it while delivering...
Monday 10th December 2018 10:26 am
How can I say how I feel,
Describe words to you that you will understand,
If I myself don't understand...
There are days I just want to scream.
When all I crave is to be heard,
For someone to simply understand how I feel.
Someone who grabs my hand without needing to be asked,
Simply because I need to feel the support.
It is so easy for me to say everything's okay...
Wednesday 7th June 2017 12:15 am
bookshops are like lovers
they numb in black & white
then seduce you with colour
titillate and tempt your soul
until you finally let go
find the courage to close
the book ~ pages which leave
you gasping ~ the breath of air
on your face feels like a slap
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2004
Saturday 13th May 2017 6:44 am