Paul's Poet's Corner
To see a flower, or the waves
of the sea,
Appreciate all, things around
me.
The beauty of when, the orange
sun sets,
The beauty of you, the most
I've met.
Your hand in mine, the hand
of a friend,
This poem I write, to you
I send.
Trees of a forest, a mejestic
green,
Colors of the rainbow, all
the colors I've seen.
A little child, wearing a
smile,
One thing that, is always
in style.
Your hand in mine, the hand
of a friend,
This poem I write, it doesn't
end.
A riverboat ride on the Missisipi,
A chilled glass of wine, or
a vodka martini.
A warm morning view, or a
glorious sunrise,
Two sidewalk singers, as they
harmonize.
A beautiful dancer, who moves
with such grace,
Things that can bring, a smile
to a face.
Waves slowly rolling, onto
the beach,,
With a pina collada, to refresh
you within reach.
A pretty flower to slip into
your hair,
A soft hand to hold, someone
who cares.
A quiet green park, to take
a stroll,
Things in this life, that
will fill the soul.
Like a graceful bird, its
wings spread wide,
Flying high, with its friends
beside.
Soaring together, among the
clouds,
No matter their numbers, its
never a crowd.
Above the land or even the
sea,
It's just like, my friends
and me.
The warm feeling, being with
those you Love,
Together, forever, as in heaven
above.
Here, in the cold, by myself
I stand,
Waiting now, all of my life,
with a rose in hand.
All my life, I've carried
this, special sincere token,
The fact that I still carry
it, shows that I am heartbroken.
Harder is, that all this time,
Able am I to feel,
While holding still, this
special rose, what is true, consealed.
Knowing other, than this rose,
I may never hold,
Brings to this heavy heart,
a feeling of ice cold.
(C)Copyright 1997-2004 Paul Newman