Who would think a rose so sweet
Would dry and crumble at my feet
And blooms that scent my night and day
Would steal my heart, then fade away
...
I see you in my rear view, as you settle to make the call
Covering the delay, with a well-worn blanket of lies…
...
Once and often, my mother said
Don't let flattery fill your head
A spoon of sugar is scarce enough
To give for free, such special stuff
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Ode To My Fruitless Dreams
Date: January 6,2016
My pencil rattles, my passions scream
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I’ve Come To Understand
Date: August 14,2015
After so many years,
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Susan, Susan…I Must Confess
Date: April 27,2016
Susan, Susan...I must confess
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Date: October 14,2020
By:Leria Hawkins
I closed the door, turned off the light
...
Will there ever be a place in your heart
Or is this thing, just fire and sparks
A burn that's held me, decades long
How can it flame, and still be wrong
...
And this is how it is with true love
I invite you into my open spaces
Give free reign to explore and fill my deep dark crevices
Touch me; mold my passion to fit your dreams
I ask nothing in return
...
Up one night with bloodshot eyes
Who wants a shake, who wants some fries
I surfed the waves, stopped to swim
The light was on, but now it’s dim
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Date: August 4,2021
By: Leria Hawkins
Deny me the perfume that you wear
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Ode To My Gumption (Or Lack Thereof)
Date: January 20,2012
I’ve written more prose, rhyme and drivel than I care to think
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I'll Leave It Alone
Date: February 8,2015
I do not weep in sorrow
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Not much to say. Love to read poetry althought I must admit, much of it is over my head. Tried my hand at writing poetry a few years back and although my writing have little artistic value, I've grown to love it just the same. I hope you'll take the time to read a few and post any comments you may have. Thanks.)
Skin Deep
Who would think a rose so sweet
Would dry and crumble at my feet
And blooms that scent my night and day
Would steal my heart, then fade away
With petals soft and fondly red
Sweet essence fills my addled head
Then turns to dust before my eyes
Leaving naught, but my surprise
Who would think such thorny vine
Could lift a blossom as divine
And by the stem on which it stands
Could so wrong my offered hand
Such strength and beauty is rarely true
A blessing owned by very few
As 'neath the soil, in winters keep
There sleeps a rose to tear my cheek
Who would think that perfect bloom
Could be a bane, a curse of doom
So fine a sight, yet in disguise
A rose to prick and blind my eyes
Thank you for commenting on my work, as I consider all poets I meet through this forum new friends. I have read some of your poetry as well, and find we have lots of emotions in common. I applaud that you write primarily for the simple love of writing. I do too...You have a lovely manner of expressing yourself...and I look forward to discovering more of your poems. PEACE
If you haven't read Sandra Hamrick, , There is a great tallent to be discovered....
Well, Love is something we can digest and yet we know how to swallow it.