The Poetry Repair Shop
- Thread starter Joe Riley
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James Gale
Active member
Should have called it the poetry lounge so others can stop by and put their feelings into poems , just a thought .
James Gale
Active member
A poem I wrote for my wife .
Remembering
As you stand there in your peaceful, graceful way .
As the wind blows through your hair , I am reminded
of the first day .
You came to me so sudden and so shy . When you
spoke to me , I had to ask myself why.
When you touched me on my face , I thought we were
once joined in another time, another place.
I could not believe that this was happening to me. Then
again with you it was was easy to understand you see.
You looked into my eyes and entered my heart and soul .
We became two into one , we became whole.
When you hold me tight I can feel the love you have
inside .You make me realize theres no need to hide ,
but to carry on with pride.
You give me the strength to go on , the power within .
You always show me the light , the way to begin.
So now when you touch me softly on the face , I can
remember back to that time and place , It was so many
years before , I was lost and nobody loved me , so I
imagined you opened the door .
J. G.
Remembering
As you stand there in your peaceful, graceful way .
As the wind blows through your hair , I am reminded
of the first day .
You came to me so sudden and so shy . When you
spoke to me , I had to ask myself why.
When you touched me on my face , I thought we were
once joined in another time, another place.
I could not believe that this was happening to me. Then
again with you it was was easy to understand you see.
You looked into my eyes and entered my heart and soul .
We became two into one , we became whole.
When you hold me tight I can feel the love you have
inside .You make me realize theres no need to hide ,
but to carry on with pride.
You give me the strength to go on , the power within .
You always show me the light , the way to begin.
So now when you touch me softly on the face , I can
remember back to that time and place , It was so many
years before , I was lost and nobody loved me , so I
imagined you opened the door .
J. G.
Marie Mallory
Well-known member
Nice poems Joe, I'll come back later and read the others.
