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Poetry From The Heart
He Doesn't Know He doesn't know what He's doing to me, The tears in my eyes The pain in my heart Endless nights spent apart Long miserable days With him on my mind His voice in my head Cluttering my thoughts He doesn't know I love him so More than anyone I could ever know I long to talk to him But the pain is too great Am I doomed an earthly life Of heartwrenching fate? (c) Nina Woods 9-2001 Prisoner of Pain Loving again has brought Nothing more then vast memories Of heartache and tears, From scarring pain through the years. I give my all To those who wish me To fall, decieving my heart Invading my thoughts. Buckled in a prison Of pain, why should I Open my heart again, What does love have to gain. A prisoner of pain Someone set me free, My love has tossed my Heart, along with the key. (c) Nina Woods 2001 My tears are falling Like the pouring rain I never knew love Could bring so much pain Searing through my soul Invading my heart I fall to pieces Everyday that we're apart As the sun sets And the birds Are nestled peacefully I dread the cold Night ahead Lonely, with bitter Silence, anxiously Waiting for it To end (c) Nina woods 9-2001 ESCAPE Closing my eyes Gently releasing anxiety I begin to slowly float Leaving the cold earth The rays of the sun Embrace me Filling every cell with Tender warmth I feel myself landing Peacefully on a cloud Soft as fluffy cotton Comforting my every wound Carried into a forest Like a leaf riding the wind I settle in a patch of wildflowers Their petals nestling my head I am lulled into a silent world By the tune of chirping birds Visions of rainbows And horses Fill my head Expelling all the worries Of the trudging days to come (c) Nina G Woods 2001 Shadowed Dreams I heard you whisper my name Through the wispy rain Echoing above the clouds Bringing tear drops of pain. I saw your shadow in the trees Running briskly away from me I longed to touch your tender lips Before the nocturnal memory slips. Branches grabbed at me to stop Haunting satire invading thoughts My love disapeared with the moon Shadowed dreams, sunset bloomed. (c) Nina G Woods 8-25-01 |