Joseph Narusiewicz

Silver Star - 4,397 Points (9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

81. Bethlehem 11/29/2011
82. Betrayed -new- 4/23/2016
83. Better World 3/28/2014
84. Between The Rabbit And Creature 8/14/2013
85. Beyond Gold 12/21/2011
86. Beyond The Stars 11/14/2014
87. Biggest Lie 12/22/2011
88. Bionic Smile 7/17/2015
89. Bird Of Flight 12/5/2013
90. Birds 9/29/2014
91. Birds Have Rights Too! 9/9/2014
92. Bitten 11/18/2011
93. Black And White 6/21/2013
94. Black Gloves 7/24/2014
95. Black Rose 12/2/2011
96. Bless You 4/11/2016
97. Blond Spider 10/25/2013
98. Blood 7/17/2014
99. Blood Red 2/11/2013
100. Blossoms Of Karma 11/18/2011
101. Blue Eyes Of Eve 11/15/2011
102. Blue House 9/10/2012
103. Blue Islands 12/16/2011
104. Blue Miracle 4/25/2014
105. Blue Pill 5/27/2012
106. Blue Planet 11/18/2011
107. Blue Vase 11/19/2011
108. Books 12/3/2014
109. Both 3/28/2015
110. Both Sides 12/2/2011
111. Brave Sun 10/5/2014
112. Breaking Bread 12/18/2011
113. Breast Fed 10/19/2012
114. Breath Of Life 12/7/2011
115. Bride 12/17/2011
116. Bright Side 5/9/2012
117. Brightest Tomorrow 12/19/2011
118. Broad Gate 12/2/2011
119. Broken Meek 5/27/2015
120. Broken Pieces 12/2/2011
Best Poem of Joseph Narusiewicz

I'll Never Forget You

Opaque heart lit with tenderness
She shines like a child’s smile
Those old songs bring a tear
I really hope your life is happy
When the bitterness goes we can see
We had some real love one for another
Didn’t we?

Oh! How I pretended and rationalized
How I tried too make it all contained
Processed and intellectual
Now I know it was love
Pure and simple love and passion
Defining things can minimize

Nothing has ever replaced the fire of your kiss
They say we only get one love of our life
Your eyes so filled with moonlight
So ...

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Her Velvet Walk

Words burn like fires from Troy
Pearls from the dying myths
Some fear what then have become
Rodin with hands that touch Michelangelo
She draws for the left bank
Seines flows like Chopin’s piano
Picasso walks under halos
Love is the only moral

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