Carolyn Ford Witt

Rookie - 80 Points (1943 / Indiana USA)

Carolyn Ford Witt Poems

1. Fried Apple Pies 9/21/2009
2. You Know....My Love Is True 9/21/2009
3. Feather On My Pillow 9/21/2009
4. For The Bible Told Me So 9/21/2009
5. Granmaw 9/21/2009
6. This Closed Door 9/21/2009
7. I Can Endure 9/21/2009
8. A Poet's Lair 9/21/2009
9. Loves Last Sweet Song 9/21/2009
10. Hymn Of Hope 9/21/2009
11. Young Man Full Of Dreams 9/21/2009
12. First Encounters 9/21/2009
13. Winter's Wonder 9/21/2009
14. Joy Of Music 9/21/2009
15. Arise! 9/21/2009
16. Take Back Control 9/21/2009
17. In My Lord I Trust 9/21/2009
18. River Walk 9/19/2009
19. Feelings 9/19/2009
20. My Love 9/19/2009
21. Bended Knee 9/19/2009
22. My Eternal Song 9/19/2009
23. Our Father's Care 9/19/2009
24. Consider The Wind 9/19/2009
25. In My Heart 9/21/2009
26. His Grace 9/21/2009
27. A Gift Of Heart 9/21/2009
28. From Sands Of Time 9/21/2009
29. Love You, Mom! 9/21/2009
30. Love Fills My Heart 9/21/2009
31. These Sticks And Stones 9/21/2009
32. Happy Valentine's Day 9/21/2009
33. In Bethleham 9/21/2009
34. The Simplicity Of God's Plan 9/21/2009
35. Eve Of A New Year 9/21/2009
36. No More Holidays 9/21/2009
37. Santa's Special Christmas 9/21/2009
38. Make Room 9/21/2009
39. New Year's Resolution 9/21/2009
40. In Solemn Stillness 9/21/2009
Best Poem of Carolyn Ford Witt

- * Amour * -

- * AMOUR * -

My love, there is no measure
for the feelings that transpire.
I know that deep inside of me
they build a raging fire.

Each little touch or whisper
sets off a tremoring wave,
That shakes each quivering particle,
my body to enslave.

So how can I endeavor
to think about today,
When every waking part of me
is in such disarray.

Tomorrow may not come again
for I cannot endure
The all consuming aftermath
Of your grandeous Amour.......

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 10-29-05

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Feelings

- FEELINGS-
by Miss Caroline

So many words scurrying through my head
So many words that remained unsaid.
Fanciful words not making any sense
Words unsaid....that make me so tense.

How do I put them....into a rhyme,

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