A sorrowful tear forms.
A spontaneous, "Oh God!" prayer seeks expression.
The heartfelt pain of a loss forms in our minds,
and loneliness breeds a painful recollection in our souls.
A tenderness, not often expressed, sneaks out unsuppressed.
We search for a quiet place to hide, and retreat somewhere
inside, too embarressed for someone to see us cry.
A loving feeling of God's presence exists in these special moments in time.
An awareness forms that few memories can identify.
Not many good experiences being created to hold special through-out eternity.
Life's pace robs us of more intimate connection;
playful interludes, laughter and serenity
to form a heartfelt experience we can identify as "mine".
Highs and goodbyes seem trivial upon reflection, indicative of our fast paced lives.
The remaining sentiment retrieves those emotions trapped inside.
The heartfelt tenderness floods our senses.
Emotions of love and caring to the outside world, report.
A playful memory manifests in our sublime, spiritual connection.
You realize how much love you experience,
but no one else knows how you feel.
These moments of revelation and truth bring sentimentality,
which is the essence of who we are.

A Sorrowful Note Played Out Loud Contributed by Willofree on Friday, 28th December 2007 @ 01:11:15 PM in AEST Topic: EmotionalPoetry A sorrowful tear forms. A spontaneous, "Oh God!" prayer seeks expression. The heartfelt pain of a loss forms in our minds, and loneliness breeds a painful recollection in our souls. A tenderness, not often expressed, sneaks out unsuppressed. We search for a quiet place to hide, and retreat somewhere inside, too embarressed for someone to see us cry. A loving feeling of God's presence exists in these special moments in time. An awareness forms that few memories can identify. Not many good experiences being created to hold special through-out eternity. Life's pace robs us of more intimate connection; playful interludes, laughter and serenity to form a heartfelt experience we can identify as "mine". Highs and goodbyes seem trivial upon reflection, indicative of our fast paced lives. The remaining sentiment retrieves those emotions trapped inside. The heartfelt tenderness floods our senses. Emotions of love and caring to the outside world, report. A playful memory manifests in our sublime, spiritual connection. You realize how much love you experience, but no one else knows how you feel. These moments of revelation and truth bring sentimentality, which is the essence of who we are. Copyright © Willofree ... [ 2007-12-28 13:11:15] (Date/Time posted on site) Advertisments: Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem