Biography of Natalie Sapphire
I am a young poet/singer-songwriter who loves to express myself with a colourful vocabulary and imaginative ideas.
A song is simply poetry to music!
I am so thankful for the generous comments, rates, and MyFavourites!
Natalie Sapphire Poems
Butterfly Beautiful, Colourful, Graceful Flies, Flutters, Dances, Sings, Lands Purple, Blue, Green
My Memories Of Dominican Republic
Dominican I travelled to the Dominican Republic one year ago today It was only a week but by far the best week of my life I learned not to take life for granted
I Am Me
I wanted to speak, but i had no voice. I wanted to hear, but i had no ears. I wanted to stand out, but i had no colour. I wanted to write, but i had no mind.
Are You Really The Best Friend You Can B...
When i speak, do you really hear me? When i ask a question, do you really answer? When i give you a gift, do you really say thank you? When i thank you for a gift, do you really say you're welcome?
Tommorow is a new day, A time to start all over again. Many are eager to try,
Each of us is different, None of us the same. It doesn't matter what colour, Why do we call names?
My Friend Rachel
My love for Rachel is so strong, Although I've only known her a short while. When I am sad she makes me feel I belong, And when I have news I give her number a dial.
Butterfly, Fly Away
Butterfly Fly away I’ll need you back some other day
The Colour of My Love
The color of my love was peach Innocent trueness as so to speak The colour of my love was blue
Do You Really Want Summer to Come?
I always hear people say, ' Oh i hate winter, when is summer going to come? ' But think about it, On a burning summer day when you get too hot to breath, are you going to say, 'Oh i hate summer, when is winter going to come? '
Friends- A Cinquian
Friends Great Fun Sharing, Laughing, Caring The best girls ever
The Tree- A Haiku
She Had a Very Big Heart
The young girl sighed as she took the last breath of some, Dreaming of a summer that would never come. Realizing she took life for granted, and never stopped to think,
I Am Me
I wanted to speak, but i had no voice.
I wanted to hear, but i had no ears.
I wanted to stand out, but i had no colour.
I wanted to write, but i had no mind.
I wanted to pray, but i had no soul.
Once, i was a shadow, a figure of imagination.
Today, i am me.
Now, i have a voice.
I have ears.