Lora Colon Poems

My pen hovers over a blank page
As red ink drips from my wounded heart;
The pain has been stirred by some senseless word,
Now my loneliness awakes with a start
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Alone in the dark, I can feel him,
Soon his essence is filling the air,
One by one, my senses awaken,
This thrill is more than I can bear
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You lit a flame in this heart of mine,
It burns day and night..... constantly;
Profound expressions are elusive,
So I'll just say.... you are loved by me
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Somehow, you wandered into my world,
How did you find your way?
The path is narrow and overgrown,
No welcome sign on display
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How often I told him I loved him,
He answered so casually,
Careless words that held no worth,
Feelings returned impersonally
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Night falls, spreading its black canopy,
And right on cue, the moon appears,
Resurrecting unbridled ghosts
That salute me with taunts and jeers
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Why is it that petals fall from the rose,
Leaving only thorns upon the stem?
And why do lilies bend low to the ground?
It's so out of character for them
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Someone told me I must give up my sadness
And look for more blue in my skies;
Give up my sadness - that's just sheer madness!
How about if we compromise
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The Bird of Youth has waved farewell,
With heavy heart it waved, then turned,
A bit senile, it flew near the sun,
Then fell to earth, slightly burned
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Can you blame me for loving him?
He commands life's darkness away,
From the sun he coaxes its golden drops
And lays them before me each day
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