Waking up to a cozy morning
It sure set my mood going I had my bath before coffee I wanted to enjoy the chill wind Those voices are still ringing However, I find them to be Less disturbing To practice discerning through them I began to sense Those buried feelings still exist I am still trying hard to believe To keep my heart beating I just hope I am not failing Dear Hope, please do not leave You know I simply want to Keep believing ©Destiny92712
PS: This is a reverse poem so remember to read it backwards too.
The truth from our soul,
Making calls from long ago. I heard mine more clearly a year ago, I know I need to believe what was told. An undying burning fuel, Kept mine safe. Locking itself away from vengences, To find hope when lights were away. Stones, rocks or pebbles, Of which is yours made? Hay, and even sticks, Pick any to re-create. I have not seen mine for awhile, I thought I have lost it for good. Yet, someone told me recently, I still have it and, It is my choice to start using it. ©Destiny92712
A pleasant surprise on Valentine’s Day. Beyond words of warmth felt from him, Out of the ordinary, he made my smile returned. Unusual way he used, to get me those roses, Questions in my head left me dumbfounded in that moment. Usage in words went a little wrong at first, Eyes met Through those number of roses. On a shaky track my heart beats, For the fact that I am actually scare. Rarely such butterflies feeling he gave me, One and only Valentine from the past Still sits vividly in my memories, Entrusting love to rekindle, Surely true love still exist for me, isn’t it? ©Destiny92712
Five Green, Five White, Four Purple, Three Pink. I went to check the meaning on each number and the total number of roses, as well as the colours. I went WOW!
Bordered the streets,
Making sights. Standing tall to reach, Against a background of white clouds and blue sky. Not all of them have coconuts but all coconuts come from it. Sweet juice from the youngs, Snow-white skin inside it. Our Faith are as Palm Trees, Requires to grow, Meant to flourish. If only we allow ourselves to give the pure spiritual juice, Tenderly encouraging others just as we needed it for ourselves, We shall then transform ourselves into parts of eternal Love. ©Destiny92712
We are very much like water, Always taking shapes to where we fall. Taking control of what we can, Endorse the cleaning from absorbing what we take into our heart. Refuse abomination to be freed from intoxication! ©Destiny92712
Purification is essential, to Restore and be recharged from sources that lit. despite Apprehensiveness caused by friction, our Yarns shall be still loving in tenderness. spread Earnestly without fear, prices Reinbursed themselves in the holy hours, in Solitude blooms all dreams and hopes of flowers. ©Destiny92712