Holly Jamestone

Rookie - 0 Points [Holly Jamestone] (Denver, CO U.S.A.)

Holly Jamestone Poems

1. Feral 3/9/2013
2. Lemonade 3/9/2013
3. Spilled Milk 3/9/2013
4. Two Kinds Of Heaven 3/9/2013
5. What Is True Love 3/9/2013
6. My Sweet Dove 3/10/2013
7. Little Bird 3/10/2013
8. Matthew 3/10/2013
9. What Then 3/10/2013
10. Woman Among Women 3/10/2013
11. Waste 3/10/2013
12. The Breakup 3/10/2013
13. Seek Him Out 3/10/2013
14. Peace Was Ours 3/10/2013
15. Shhhhhhhhh 3/10/2013
16. Free 3/10/2013
17. A Mother's Pocket 3/10/2013
18. Castled Sand 3/10/2013
19. The Boathouse 3/10/2013
20. Its Middle Name Is Love 3/10/2013
21. Clouds 3/10/2013
22. A Child's Eyes 3/10/2013
23. I Have A Feeling 3/10/2013
24. I Cared 3/10/2013
25. If You Are Still 3/11/2013
26. Skating 3/11/2013
27. The Feather 3/11/2013
28. The Meantime 3/11/2013
29. Tom 3/11/2013
30. Why Not I 3/11/2013
31. What Are Children Made Of 3/11/2013
32. We'Ll Always Be Free 3/11/2013
33. Tonight I Held An Angel 3/11/2013
34. Tea Kettle 3/11/2013
35. One With Sky 3/11/2013
36. My Time 3/11/2013
37. The Unattended Friendship 3/11/2013
38. One To Keep 3/11/2013
39. A Dove Flew Overhead 3/11/2013
40. My Everlasting Love 2/3/2013
Best Poem of Holly Jamestone

A Love That's Like No Other

Though I believe in God
I feel so all alone
The one thing that eludes me
Is a man to call my own

A mate, a man, protector, friend
To be here by my side
I pray to God please send him now
And we Two will abide

Living in your sacred world
Two hearts exuding grace
Please take my hand and guide me toward
His special, calming face

A place where love is lasting
Where my heart joins another
Where He and I may then be We
A Love That’s Like No Other

I know the life you gave to me
Should be my gift to you
But I am lost and need a ...

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Vulnerable

As tears are to melancholy memories
As marshmallows are to open flame
As bare feet are to scorching asphalt
As land is to hovering rain clouds
And as longing hearts are to love

As autumn leaves are to swirling winds
As tomato vines are to lingering frost
As lonely hearts are to a ringing phone

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