Biography of Rebecca Wiles
my name is Rebecca Wiles (Thomas) . I love to write poetry. I have been doing so since I was 14 years of age, which has been quite awhile back. It has always been an outlet for me, for I tend to initally hold all my feelings back. I love to garden and I love everything about wolves and I absolutely love star-gazing! Nearly every night I go out under the stars, for they are a source of inspiration for me! I love to inspire people! I have two boys that are the world to me and a wonderful husband. And for the moment we reside in Florida! ! If you would love to read my poems, my website is http: //beccas-corner.tripod.com
Rebecca Wiles Poems
Bury Me At Wounded Knee
Bury me at Wounded Knee, for my heart grows faint and my body grows old. The grounds too soft for my feet to tread, and the nights are cold; too cold.
I Am A Woman
I am a woman, sensual to the core; mysterious, curious and hard to ignore. I like to feel silk, satin, and lace, the touch of a hand carresing my face.
The Lady Saint
The lady sits within the tower, gazing at the view, adorned with just a simple gown, worn only by a few. Guarded by a liege of knights outside the castle wall, by the fireside she sits as the evening starts to fall.
You have it your way, I'll just let it be. We're all on a road now where it's too dark to see.
Stars, Like Water Flowing
Stars, like water flowing from a jar, sprinkled upon the night. Like an artist from afar, painting a perfect light.
I Love You So
So nice to hear from you my dear, I hope we keep in touch, It's so nice to hear your words, I miss you very much! I often keep my deeper self tucked within my heart, this way I don't bare the pain of being torn apart.
Whisper A Word Of Kindness
Whisper a word of kindess; whisper a word with heart. Do not let the finer things, be torn all apart. Dig deep within your soul; filled with beauty and grace, and shine it out unto the world, in all the empty space.
Plight Of The Florida Panther
Mysterious creature of the night, your silouhette captured by fading light. Your cat-like grace prevailing, your saddend secrets telling,
Peter And The Wolf
Long ago in a far away land, when ages still were good, there was a boy named Peter, who lived right by the wood. It was upon a sunny morn inside the outer gate, that Peter decided to step outside, and chance his very fate.
White Gardenia Night
Gardenias saturate the night, clothed in their array of lovely white. Their fragrance permeates the nose, and far outshines the perfect rose.
The radio played a cool Beatle tune, 'Hey Jude, ' echoed all through the car. The only light came from the moon, I had not traveled yet far.
Hips softly swaying, the wave of hair, the sweet scent of mango in the night air.
Through the winds of change, I can see your smiling face. I see you in the summer sun, I can see you in every place. I can see you in the tree tops, I can feel you in the air, I can feel you in my heart, I can feel you everywhere.
Tribute To Robert (Dedicated To My Frien...
I will always remember your face, a look of sadness and despair. I
Out of the mist in the deep of the sea,
A ship appears mysteriously.
Could this be The Sarah of old?
Who sailed into Portland in November's cold?
The story begins,
with the tale of two friends,
who went into the shipping trade,
but over a woman, let their friendship fade.