Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words. Show all posts

Saturday, June 26, 2021

BE POETIC

Where you go when lost in your mind 
In those corners, what do you find
Into this depth of forgotten life

Be poetic your thoughts a portrait painted colors not found in this life
A feeling a moment put to words are chosen from the heart
Searching for a brand new start, why is life so hard

Listen to you, the soul speaking, read those words of feelings
Mentally mystical words that come together with influential 
Our emotions speak louder thought these words

Be poetic in the way you walk; let it be the way you are
Overemphasizing your words doesn't make it art
Say something that will inspire to tickle the mind.

Find those words to understand this world
Cheating the genetics with only boy or girl
Is it the attention you try to find guided by what is inside


©Copyright 2021 Thomas J. Dooley 

 






 

Thursday, May 5, 2016

ALL FROM WITHIN



Is there a place? was the question asked
A place for all the pain All the tears and suffering
A place for the difficult
She found it within a poem
With in the ground, in all of nature
She found it... Within the banks of a river
In a river that has gone by so long ago
As she stepped in to bathe
This river wasn't the same
She wasn't the same
This was her time of self discovery
She found the answers to her questions
She found them within herself
The joy has been found
The words still survive in her heart

Our mother's gardens still bloom

She has survived the difficult
She found it all from within

©2009 Thomas Dooley
This poem was inspired by the book The Same River Twice: Honoring the Difficult (1996) by Alice Walker.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

WORDS ARE LIKE PICTURES



Words are like pictures
Let me write a picture for you
A sent sweetly whispered in the air
Candles fill the room
Now the mood
That would be just you and me

Words are like pictures
The window to many dreams
The soul is set free

Words are like pictures
Let me write a picture for you
A blue sky, the smell of pine
Only nature to make us high
As we walk on the back roads
Our conversations is all about dreams
The more dreams we reveal
The more we hold inside
Just walking hand in hand

Words are like pictures
The window to many dreams
The soul set free



©Copyright 1993 Thomas Dooley










Wednesday, November 26, 2014

WORDS

What words I have
Are lost in the shadows of the past
Trying to understand what I once had
A pen a pad no words from the hand

What words I had
Inspired by a thought, a sound, a look
The unread book only bought because of the cover
Never to open never to read

What words I hide
In my mind on down to my fingers to the tip of my pen
Never to write never to type
The word I will never find

©Copyright Thomas Dooley