Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

Gold Star - 6,929 Points (Baltimore, Maryland)

Dorothy (Alves) Holmes Poems

841. Time Is Not A Waiting Game 11/4/2016
842. Hands Folded Head Bowed 11/14/2016
843. My Magenta Poem Written With My Pink Pen 1/21/2017
844. Three Black Birds 1/21/2017
845. Stolen Kisses 1/26/2017
846. God's Gifts In Abundance 1/26/2017
847. One Last Kiss 1/26/2017
848. The Sweetest Sound 2/1/2017
849. Life's Sweetest Sounds 2/1/2017
850. Well Now 2/1/2017
851. Afterthought 2/3/2017
852. Hold On 2/9/2017
853. There Is A Listening Ear 2/11/2017
854. Beloved 2/11/2017
855. Chained 2/11/2017
856. Countyour Blessings 2/16/2017
857. More Than Raindrops 2/25/2017
858. Winter's New Hat 2/25/2017
859. Blessed 2/28/2017
860. Pockets Of Insanity 3/1/2017
861. Driving Home In The Rain On A Bumpy Road 3/1/2017
862. The Escape 3/1/2017
863. Living In Dream Castles 3/1/2017
864. Stepping High 3/2/2017
865. Tick Tock Tick Tock 3/4/2017
866. Tick Tock 3/4/2017
867. Tick Tock - Tick Tock 3/7/2017
868. Forget Me Not 3/14/2017
869. Winter's Rights - Laughing Out Loud 3/14/2017
870. Writing On Demand 3/14/2017
871. I Love To Hear You Laugh 3/18/2017
872. Taking My Hands Out Of My Pocket 3/18/2017
873. The Easy Way Out 3/21/2017
874. Her Words Wear Mask 3/23/2017
875. Exception To The Rule 3/26/2017
876. My Heart And I 3/28/2017
877. There Was A Monster In The House 3/29/2017
878. Shakeled 3/29/2017
879. Shackles 3/29/2017
880. In The Master Plan 3/30/2017
Best Poem of Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

The Forever Of You

The forever of you
Is in between all I do...
In a passing field of flowers
In the morning sky,
You are to me, a soft
Enchanting lullaby.
You are ever in my thoughts;
Oh! the clamor that invades
The empty spaces
When we are apart.

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Lamenting

My mind, thrashing about, fighting the reality
That you are no longer here.
My world, so full of your absence,
Our house, wasting away in quiet despair.
A table setting for one now, if at all;
No loathsome smell of magic shave.
No sweet aroma of your cologne.
Our half empty bed, and no love sounds.
Yesterday I reached out for you, forgetting.

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