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Best Poems From
SHARON DEICHERT
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A Description Of Love
A DESCRIPTION OF LOVE
Whilst daydreaming,
About you and me,
Though far away,
Feeling you close-by,
Loves potion felt,
As fingers slide,
In and out of fantasies,
Knowing whats now,
To what someday may be,
The whole of me,
I give easily,
Capturing a feeling,
I have yet to describe,
Loves breath baring the life,
Freely given to me,
Without limitations,
I speak the words felt,
In a description of love,
I want to share with you.
Its every moon I look to,
Its every star I wish on,
That brings the sun rising,
To kiss a smile on your face.
To be held within,
The divine power of love,
With the gift of emotion,
Felt so deep inside.
Celestial spirit I keep chasing,
Throughout an endless journey,
Awakened to believe, I beckon thee,
Come hither in the light,
Away from the darkness,
That I might see your face,
Acknowledging love,
Your heart cant deny,
Felt deeply inside and out,
Giving rise to what I always knew,
When you spake the first time,
Sharing with me the words saying,
I love you.
SHARON DEICHERT
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Destiny's Child
DESTINYS CHILD
I tried to talk to her,
But my lips refused to speak.
Words lying unheard,
In the tunnels of her ears;
Empty; void,
Airing waves of interference.
I see the future;
I hear the call,
As though, it were today.
So thick,
I can smell the fragrance in the air.
The musty smell of death,
Bringing forth,
The venom from within.
I see the future;
Casting out all tomorrows,
Knowing death comes without welcome,
I see the shade pulling downward.
Slowly, to go unnoticed,
Catching her by surprise,
When she, no longer blinded, turns to see,
She is captured like a fly,
Within a web of the inevitable.
As she tries relentlessly to break free,
But, its too late.
I hear the call of the future,
As though it were today,
Bringing upon me a toll.
Whilst cursing her future,
I chose not to cry,
Knowing in the end,
Why.
SHARON DEICHERT
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A DREAMERS FANTASY
I drift as my eyes close to dream,
Whilst listening to words singing,
Sweet melodies,
Touching, every fiber of my being,
Memories creating more,
Than physical pleasing,
Diagnosed as symptoms of emotions,
As droplets compose music, upon my skin,
A feeling set freely to breathe,
Life from the air of reality,
Proving how incapable the body is,
In holding captive a hearts dream,
Come my love, I beckon thee,
Step onto my ladder of dreams,
And let's climb higher towards the moon,
While we gather baskets of stars to wish upon,
Believing in the magic that plays on and on,
Created within our dreams,
Of our own self made fairytales,
Caressing our fantasies,
Of living happily ever after,
Breeding reality from our dreams.
Sharon Deichert©
Septemberrose
E-mail HIPPPYY2K@AOL.COM
SHARON DEICHERT
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RECOLLECTIONS OF DESIRE
RECOLLECTIONS OF DESIRE
Listening to the resonated night,
The distant vibration is felt,
Bringing life's symphony,
To the track and the trains.
Picking up of that which grows,
I alter the gift,
Enabling myself to breathe in the remedy,
For living in reality.
The orchestrated tranquility begins,
Composing enchantments,
To restore dreams of when,
I remember... then.
Indulging my senses.
Proliferating truths without lies,
The sonata plays on,
The recollections of desire.
SHARON DEICHERT
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