Found an old poems document I actually saved

[Thiefofsouls]

I have posted these in one form or another over the years. Thought I would share again.

Ghosts

The soft caress of the wind whispers through the night.
I ride it as a leaf would floating silently.
Contemplating the world below;
I look for peace eternally.
I find you looking; longing for release as well.
Taking your hand in mine we fade into the wind.


White marble; guarded
Patriots unknown; honored
Warm sky rains kind tears

Warm blood and cold fear
Her heart beat is a beacon
Autumn's sunset comes

Long yellow tree fruit
Preparing to eat; it rings
Stuck in my head now

Poems and Me

I don’t write poems all the time,
I have to wait for images to come to mind.
Looking at pictures on the net,
For something that touches me then I will be set.

Sometimes looking to sky or field,
I am touched by a vision that is most surreal.
I describe it the best way I can,
Mind seemingly moved by another's helping hand.

Peoples faces I try to read,
I see love there and hate but mostly I see need.
With words I try to lightly sketch,
The ones I have seen that touched me more than the rest.