Biography of Michelle Hyde
As a young child I was always fascinated with poetry. I grew up with a lot of Edgar Allen Poe's work and one of Longfellow's poems called Paul Reveres Ride. I was first inspired to write poems as a sixth grade homework assignment and with the help of my teacher I found I had a natural ability for it. Since then I have written many poems inspired by the events that have occured over my lifetime.
Michelle Hyde Poems
There Is A Time To.....
There is....... A time to write, A time to listen,
The Love Of A Vampire
Icy hands caress my face, My heart begins to race. Held fast in a warm embrace, Crimson lips touch my face.
Why do you come to me in my sleep? My dark angel, my sweet Why do you hide from the light? Why do you only venture out at night?
Shhh! ! you can not tell. For this is a secret that I have hidden very well. There is a guy that I like. It is all so new that it gives me a fright.
The Feeling Of Love
I watch you from a distance, Never coming to close, I don't know this feeling, I get when you walk past.
What have you done to me? A black cloud of betrayal as thoughts writhe. Once we savored heaven, innocent and untainted,
The Lost Son
I watched you grow, My sweet little boy, And now I know, That your life is not a toy.
A tortured tyrant A masked murderer Secret and silent Growing against darkness
Gone, Yet Not Forgotten
I am gone, but not forgotten. In this world of constant chaos, we found each other. Together we were happy and memories we have shared. Forever we will remember,
The Hidden Hurt Straight From The Heart
I have been taught to be kind, Treat others the way you want to be treated, Isn’t that the golden rule? When the world began to hurt me,
The Lovers Endless Dance
The pavement makes no sound, As we dance upon the silver ground. Your skin is so pale, So fragile and frail.
Secret shadows keep me from light, I know I can not win this fight. As hidden flames engulf my emotion, With out them I can not react to the ocean.
Your love is my haven, I can hold you close to me, We fly away like two ravens, Wild and free.
In the shadows I hide, With torn love and faded pride. You sought me out, Now I begin to shout.
Dawn Of A New Day
Before the smell of hot pavement and car exhaust,
Before the bees start buzzing while the birds sing their morning songs,
While the dew is still fresh and the morning light is new.
I find myself sitting alone on a bench listening to the world around me,
Listening and learning,
Learning of all the wondrous things that mother earth has to give us.
I look ahead and see the woods stand there dark and mysterious,
A soft cool breeze draws me in,