Biography of Terry Biscamp
Writing is my passion, something I have to do. An outlet for my unspoken dreams, desires and many times, my pain. I can't imagine my nights without it. I love reading poetry as well. Thanks to those that take the time to read my work. Night, late night is my favorite time and when I feel write my best. I call myself 'nocturnal' When the house settles and all's asleep...my mind awakes and emotions from my heart and soul come pouring out onto paper, I call it my self-therapy. Writing is indeed good for ones soul.
Peace and Love~
-Terry Biscamp (aka Stormy)
Terry Biscamp Poems
I hope to always be the one That takes your breath away I hope to always fill your thoughts As you go about your day.
Keeper Of My Heart
Keeper of my heart Mover of my soul Protector of my dreams The half that makes me whole.
Fairy Tale Love
Is there really such a thing, As unconditional pure love? Or is it just a fairy tale, That’s only dreamed of?
I Think Of You
As the rain falls outside my window, A hundred songs play through my head, And I think of you.. Of all the things we've said.
Tell Me Again
Tell me again that you love me... And hold me close to you Whisper in my ear... Of a love that is so true.
To feel love again.. To feel alive. To feel passion so strong, To see it in your eyes.
She sits there at the table, And pours another drink. Stares out the kitchen window, As she begins to think..
Far Away Eyes
In a world of far away eyes Hearts that can't feel Hands have grown cold Nothing seems real.
Her head lowered, She stares down at the ground. As she listens to the bustle, Of the people all around.
Sea Of Lost Dreams
And she stood on the edge... Looking down, as the water crashed On the rocks below. And tears slid down her cheeks
I Knew You
I knew you Before the touch of your skin And I knew you Before our love was to begin
I still miss you... But not like I did before. The intense aching I felt, Isn't there anymore.
Do Not Weep
Dry the tears from your eyes, Do not weep no more. Something good is on its way, Many new things to explore.
She awaits her lover by the stream, Her one true love, her perfect dream. His hands so gentle, his words so sure.
What Matters Most
What matters most
That I have come to see
Is God in our hearts
And love of family.
Things we have learnt
Along our busy road
Has taught us and helped us
To release the heavy load.
Don't look back..