Painting with words
The ink in my pen
paints a picture
for all to read
the love in my soul
stimulates all
that is in my heart
for painting a scene
through the use of words
focuses the mind
writing poetically
opens my inner self
to all that`s around me
for with coloured inks
I can paint the world
for all to read...
Painting pictures through words opens the mind
Copyright © Lissie Poems 2014. All rights
Monday, 5 May 2014
Sunday, 4 May 2014
Dancing Inks
My coloured inks
poised there ready
to conjure up images
words with meanings
to instil emotions
make the heart beat faster
or the soul to weep
rainbow kaleidoscopes
racing across the pages
dancing words of joy
to sorrowful laments
these words
these inks
powerful motivators
creating written pictures
love to create images through the power of words
© Lissie Poems 2014.
Photo Wall
My memory wall
with photos on show
and each one cherish
watching the family grow
Hanging there proudly
for everyone to see
with different frames
forms a family tree
From cradle to grave
everyone`s hung there
all through the decades
wow look at their hair!
Styles and fashion change
as the photos reveal
the family portraits
these records are ideal
So as the families grow
new photos will appear
to share our memories
all smiling year on year !
Love looking at the photos and seeing what we all looked like years ago,
brings back great memories...!
Copyright © Lissie Poems 2014. All rights
My memory wall
with photos on show
and each one cherish
watching the family grow
Hanging there proudly
for everyone to see
with different frames
forms a family tree
From cradle to grave
everyone`s hung there
all through the decades
wow look at their hair!
Styles and fashion change
as the photos reveal
the family portraits
these records are ideal
So as the families grow
new photos will appear
to share our memories
all smiling year on year !
Love looking at the photos and seeing what we all looked like years ago,
brings back great memories...!
Copyright © Lissie Poems 2014. All rights
Saturday, 3 May 2014
Strangeness of the weather
Tonight the sky appears so strange
like painted snow capped hill tops
splashed right across the horizon
in the centre, to the ground it flops
looming grey skies as stillness descends
as slowly we pass through the low cloud
into what seems a strange muffled void
with the fields covered in a white shroud
suddenly we`re plunged into heavy rain
roaring torrents bombarding the car
as we struggle to continue driving
deafening and frightening by far
just as soon as it started, it stopped
battered and forlorn, we carry on
determined to reach our destination
for nature has raged and then t`was gone.
we are all the mercy of Nature....never under estimate it...!
Tonight the sky appears so strange
like painted snow capped hill tops
splashed right across the horizon
in the centre, to the ground it flops
looming grey skies as stillness descends
as slowly we pass through the low cloud
into what seems a strange muffled void
with the fields covered in a white shroud
suddenly we`re plunged into heavy rain
roaring torrents bombarding the car
as we struggle to continue driving
deafening and frightening by far
just as soon as it started, it stopped
battered and forlorn, we carry on
determined to reach our destination
for nature has raged and then t`was gone.
we are all the mercy of Nature....never under estimate it...!
Copyright © Lissie Poems 2014. All rights
Friday, 2 May 2014
Sleepless Nights.....
Each night comes
and I can`t sleep
for since you left
I'm counting sheep
you made me whole
and gave me peace
but from that time
that will now cease
for this I know
that life goes on
I won`t give up
as I am strong!
so let me sleep
for I must cope
with what life brings
there`s always hope
you broke my heart
and dimmed my lights
for still I`ll have
these sleepless nights
It`s hard for the ones left behind.......
© Lissie Poems 2014
Power of the forge
red hot twisted metal
emerges from the fire
with hammer on anvil,
creating through desire
returning to the heat
while stoking up a storm
followed by rhythmic beating
hot metal will transform
the forge is filled with noise
heat, dust and vitality
this raw power over steel
sheer force and brutality
mastering of the hard steel
is a feat in its own right
the sheer power it instills
you just know you`ll win this fight.
Copyright © Lissie Poems 2014. All rights
Night out
Jingle jangle in my pocket
lose change just weighing me down
need some folding money now
for my night out on the town
money money is all I need
to make the most of a good night
just got my wages paid in today
now I know all is going to be right
Party party all the night long
dancing, drinking and having fun
love meeting up with all my friends
then walking home once the night is done!
money, friends and having fun leads to a great night out...!
Jingle jangle in my pocket
lose change just weighing me down
need some folding money now
for my night out on the town
money money is all I need
to make the most of a good night
just got my wages paid in today
now I know all is going to be right
Party party all the night long
dancing, drinking and having fun
love meeting up with all my friends
then walking home once the night is done!
money, friends and having fun leads to a great night out...!
© Lissie Poems 2014.
Thursday, 1 May 2014
A quiet moment
To lose someone so close
is to lose a piece of your soul
it`s so hard to function
for you no longer feel whole
wanting him to walk through the door
to hear your name on his lips
and feel safe in his strong arms
you`re left with unfinished scripts
his coat next to yours on the peg
making one mug of tea now, not two
the way he would laugh at your jokes
oh your heart hurts as you miss him so
so sat on this quiet evening
as you sit and reminisce
remembering those great moments
his kindness, love and gentle kiss
Just remembering my husband this evening...
Love and miss you Steve xx
To lose someone so close
is to lose a piece of your soul
it`s so hard to function
for you no longer feel whole
wanting him to walk through the door
to hear your name on his lips
and feel safe in his strong arms
you`re left with unfinished scripts
his coat next to yours on the peg
making one mug of tea now, not two
the way he would laugh at your jokes
oh your heart hurts as you miss him so
so sat on this quiet evening
as you sit and reminisce
remembering those great moments
his kindness, love and gentle kiss
Just remembering my husband this evening...
Love and miss you Steve xx
© Lissie Poems 2014.
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