A short poem

“I wrote your name in the sand
but the waves washed it away.

Then I wrote it in the sky
but the wind blew it away.

So I wrote it in my heart
and that’s where it will stay.”

Author unknown. August 2012.

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Picture Frame

A picture frame.
Shine a light.
A picture; two people.

Look closely,
Smiles that reach each eye.
A future;

Look closer,
The light has gone.

Look closer,
A reflection;
Just one.

Written by hanandherattitude, July 2012.

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Home….A Poem

Home is ‘where the heart is’
Home’s where I belong
Home is just for you and me
Home is where you are

I could travel north or south
Or east or west that’s sure
But always where my heart will lead
Is home as there you are

I don’t see home as bricks
Or cement, or stone, or water
Home is a foundation;
The love that keeps us together

Home is ‘where the heart is’
Home’s where I belong
Home is just for you and me
Home is where you are.

Written by hanandherattitude October 2011

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Two poems from the heart

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind”.
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Nights Dream.

A heart’s plea.

A heart deprived
a soul detached
forever waiting and
never matched.

Often intertwining
in passion-less flings
never leading to love
nor exchanging rings.

One simple wish
to be loved in return
never having to change
not having to earn.

To be wanted and needed
and respected with joy
to eventually find
the one, her boy.

He.is.there. Her hope, her love
the one she dreamed of sent from above.
A heart once broken, a soul once lost
a compatible union softly melting the frost.

A proposal occurred
a few years down the line
a future for both
an investment of time.

A vows committment
is a heart’s final plea
to rescue its soul
joining in matrimony.

The marriage begins.

The binding of rings
entices forever
igniting a passion
securing two hearts.

Yet love will be lost
One year from now
as a marriage sets in
two people depart.

For forever to last
a committment to keep
with your mind not your eyes
seek what lies beneath.

Written by hanandherattitude May 2012

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Redemption….A Poem

There is hope.

Father, hear her prayer.
Surround her with your comfort and redemption
The strength she needs,
The love she so faithfully trusts.

Shake her from the
sinful thoughts that possess her mind; her being.
No beast can accomplish
that which you can , Oh God.

The body may
remain in the devil’s clutches,
but the soul belongs to the Lord, she speaks.

Forever a child of your word
despite her human flaws,
seek out the desperation
of a loved one
Father free her from the grief that plagues
her soul.

This is hope; hope is found.

Written by hanandherattitude April 2012

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Syndrome….A poem

It, was, time.

As heavy as the darkest, coldest of nights; nights
where beasts join together in a sinister matrimony,
she hung her head in deepest shame.

She pleads for forgiveness as
Her scars slice deeper into her pulmonary artery.
Just as the cancerous syndrome inconspicuously stripped
her dearest friend from the life she was embracing.

She stood in a piercing mourn, praying for
the life to be sucked from her own body and
passed into the shattered corpse that lay before her.

It,was, too, late.

Fire, as inconvenient as a thief in the night,
devoured the coffin in an instant.
The dishonourable release of an untamed stench
disentangled the once warm and sincere feelings she
had for her friend.

She knew that beasts were aroused by the foul odour;
below they waited to consume the bitterly pungent adolescent.
It, was, done.

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Breaking free….A poem

Removed my eyes as you passed
through the clearest of days;
vision is lost, found crumbled beneath me.

Waters chew, swallow but never release
me back into the surface of my being.
Forever is lost.

Once a child, never an adult.
Always an adolescent stuck
with an under developed soul
raging at the present,
caring less about the unknown.

The one that brought
me to life
that spat fire into my shrivelled cells,
bringing my being into the kindest
of days;
making my vision as clear as the
waters that buried me.

Forever cannot lost.

Written by hanandherattitude April 2012

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