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The day I learned to fly

Contributed by xHeathenx on Saturday, 6th February 2016 @ 09:11:41 PM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems



With crimson ridges and rosy hills;
Plateaus of humbled compassion;
Where tranquility of the sun and moon lies;
Within these two glowing orbs of mine;

The soil calls for its sweet and cherished guest;
The river to the soul; the nourished; blessed;
The calls; Loving words of winged souls;
Those who/'/ve let go; embraced the winds of chance;

Chirps; Echoes; Laughter; Sobbing; Smiles;
Waves of passion that wash upon us; Cleansing;
Insecurity beneath us; Lost with the newcome tide;
Gravity relinquished grip; And then we felt the sky;

The greatest joy; moment of my life; was to learn to fly;
Finally touching; every single cloud; that ever passed me by




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Re: The day I learned to fly (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 14th February 2016 @ 02:33:53 AM AEST
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her hair, she lets it grow gray, lets it flow
her voice, a special one, sings about the things
she cares most about, the days the people the dreams
people share, the dreams we know, we/'/ve been around
seen the changes, are grateful for all the help
selflessly given to us that made us truly feel special, this we know.

these things are more than enough for our souls
to prosper and make us grow strong

because we know.
and her amazing voice was meant to be
isn/'/t this beautiful to think
like a poem

when I first started listening to ten thousand maniacs was when I tried to first write poetry

I/'/m sure she has inspired many that way!

Peace!



Re: The day I learned to fly (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Saturday, 27th February 2016 @ 12:25:54 AM AEST
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This is very cool...like floating on a cloud of colored emotion and ending in a happy place.

It took me up and down and hither and yon and I like poems that do that.

mark, Please keep at your craft. I treasure your mind, dude. You remind me of when I was younger and still thought people gave a 1234, but now I know that everyone cares about themselves...oh, not on the surface, but scrape it back a bit and that/'/s the way it is for the vast (not all) majority of us silly bi-pedals.

Please don/'/t lose your joy and energy. Remember, you write and think for YOU- when you start doing it for others, then hang it up for a while until you get your center back.

Great poem!

Mike




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