Yvonne's poetry

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Thank you, that's very kind of you.

Regards, Yvonne

Love Lives in Strange Places

Whispering.
Like demons from the past.
It never changes.
It never does.

I still remember all those years of
lingering pain.
Words can be crushed by what can’t be seen.
Lies can hurt more than the truth.

And still,
That’s what I believe.
You made me the victim.
A victim of my former self.

There’s a whisper from my past,
that caress my soul.
I’m never going to trust the likes of you again.
Guilt of what I was then.

I can’t describe how,
but I do know that
love lives in strange places.
Like this.

Even though I hesitate,
it makes me pure somehow.
Still feeling the same,
Sitting here in a mermaid chair.

I’d love to love,
but I daren’t try.
Even if I wanted to,
I have no choice.

It’s bound to be different,
yet nothing seems to change.
Miserable being the operative word,
still with a bright smile.

Yvonne - 06

Regards, Yvonne

Love’s a book

It’s like a book,
isn’t it?
Love wanders off,
like words.

I open you up,
but I can’t read you.
Written in a foreign language,
you confuse me.

I brush the pages,
it’s like touching your hair.
Smooth,
but a bit worn out.

Filling my mind up,
you’re trying to put words to a smile.
It’s like braille,
only seen by the blind.

Yvonne - 07

Regards, Yvonne

Life's dangerous

Life is dangerous,
isn't it?
Well,
when I look back I can’t see anything but fear.

That’s not so hard to understand,
isn't it?
It can stab you,
hurt you,
but still we tend to go on.

And that’s not so simple,
right?
Amongst the weak,
courage live by what they cannot see.
Amongst the strong,
they live by what has happened which no one but them can see.

Life is outrageous,
isn't it?
It looks appealing to the believers,
but it seems utterly provocative to those who thought they believed.

Life is dangerous,
isn't it?
Because,
even if someone has outlived us all,
all that’s yet to come,
is the ultimate way up to heaven.
Because everyone dies,
don’t they?
no one has ever survived life,
right?

Yvonne - 04

Regards, Yvonne

Friends and Enemies

I divide the relations I make into two groups;
my friends and my enemies.
My friends whom I look upon,
and my enemies whom I simply despise.

You are one of my relations,
I’ve known you for a long time.
I will always love you,
but not always like you.

I keep my friends close,
but my enemies even closer.
You might guess now,
which one are you?

Yvonne - 04

Regards, Yvonne

To have and have not

Some have it.
Some haven't.
It's the big issue.
To have and have not.
Love.

Everyone is hoping for it,
dreaming of it,
making plans with it,
counting on it.
Love.

Everyone,
everyday,
every way.
someday,
someway,
somehow,
believe that it will come.
Love.

It's fun,
amusing,
entertaining.
Love.

Make people's heart core tremble.
It's something they will always remember.
Something they cannot later resemble.
Love.

Yvonne - 04

Regards, Yvonne

Kiss the flame

I burn my lips,
while I kiss the flame.
The flame throws its lighting
in the core of my soul.

It casts shadows at what’s ought not to be dark,
and brighten up what’s ought to not be seen.
My heart melts into shreds,
my internal body disappear into nothing.

Yvonne - 04

Regards, Yvonne

amazing. i really liked....well, all of them. 😄

Thank you, I'm glad you like them. 🙂

Regards, Yvonne

Originally posted by yvonnekarate
[b]To have and have not

Some have it.
Some haven't.
It's the big issue.
To have and have not.
Love.

Everyone is hoping for it,
dreaming of it,
making plans with it,
counting on it.
Love.

Everyone,
everyday,
every way.
someday,
someway,
somehow,
believe that it will come.
Love.

It's fun,
amusing,
entertaining.
Love.

Make people's heart core tremble.
It's something they will always remember.
Something they cannot later resemble.
Love.

Yvonne - 04

This is very pretty.
Regards, Yvonne [/B]

Thank you, glad you like it. 🙂

Regards, Yvonne

Never Let Go

Whilst being weak and weary,
it's left for one to ponder,
like visions in the dark night,
which one never can disclose.

Yet one's heart tremble
is someone's manifest.
Like the testament of ultimatums
which will never be true.

Dear not speak the truth
or it shall be buried.
Like the corpses floating down stream,
without being able to foresee what's coming.

Be proud my love.
Yet do not deny your faith.
Even if it doesn't include me.
Hold tight and never let go.

Whilst walking past shadowy lanes
and listening to that sweet murmur
I'm not sure, not really.
A strike to the core which leaves me paralysed.

For all the world to see.
In this vast landscape of dreams and hopes,
where enemies cease to kill,
death is yet redundant.

Yvonne - 08

Great poes! You should write officially... 5* Check out my poetry sometime Yvonne... 🙂 Im sure you will find something you like... :J

Thank you, I'll check out your work later.: )

And it's "Dare not speak the truth" and not "Dear not speak the truth". Just a stupid mistake and I have no idea how it got there. 😉

How'd you make all the pretty coloures? G'night! zzzzzz

I don't know really, haha. 🙂 Night! 😉

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