Poetry – Page 27 – The Jones Group

The Last Prayer.

When there is love there is nothing else that you need.

There is no more air to breathe,
There is no more earth to see,
Take my hand and I will take you anywhere you want to go.

“Love me tonight, hate me tomorrow” Her smile was wicked but painted with sorrow, she loves Cayenne. I love her

I’m wondering,
and all along she’s wondering,
and all along we’re wondering…

Finding alliteration to literally make poetry penetrate.

Some times we can turn our poetry into beautiful music. That’s the way you make me feel.

I am lost, you are the map. I am fog, you are the light that is cast.

We often get caught up in wanting to be…

It is kind of a dream when you find a script that matches a reality you have lived.

We’ve bloodied all our blades
and eaten all their hearts.