A burst of color on a field of gray,
My own sweet love to cherish everyday.
A girl whose beauty cannot end,
Not though the stars did twisting bend.
...
Sad, the life of an empty day,
Cold, the night of a lonely way,
Blue, the color of a broken heart,
Sorrow is the path of another false start.
...
Below a sylvan screen
Falling leaves careen
Where moonlight streams
Dance luminous beams
...
Are you real or is this a dream?
No more to me does it seem
In the moonbeams in my dream
You talk to me as the moonbeams gleam
...
For several years I worked security in the biggest dance club here in Greenville, SC. I seen many interesting things in those days and learned many things as well. In the several years I worked security I learned to appreciate the small things in life and not to take life for granted. This past year I went back to college and it rekindled my interest in writing. Writing has always appealed to me and poetry as well, but for several years I forgot about both. I look forward to reading and learning much here, and hopefully some people will enjoy the poems I have made as well.)
Amanda
A burst of color on a field of gray,
My own sweet love to cherish everyday.
A girl whose beauty cannot end,
Not though the stars did twisting bend.
Dear above all else that can be;
Alone again, just you and me.