Poems Collection

There’s a fire burning in my heart.
There’s a flame igniting in my soul.
There is a scent blowing on the wind.
One I know so well.
The scent of sweet Genell.

Genell, once a sweet young lady.
So full of class and grace.
Now a mature woman.
With timeless love seen in her face.

She still walks through life with a childlike innocence.
Still looks at the world.
With bright eyes and Shirley Temple curls.
A woman of the ages.
Her life has went through many stages.

The world will always be one of show and tell.
For the sweet Genell.

This poem was written/submitted by Lamar Cole.

Twenty years of the past, she was alone
Living a scripted life as a princess on her thrown
Lock on a castle, just doing her chores.
Waiting for someone to save her mind, heart and soul.

Few knights came, try to win her hand
But fate choose her destiny
And call him from far away land.

Finally, on the ninth day of the second “ber” months,
He came with the hope on his eyes
And offer to her his life, even until the day he’ll die.

The Witch and the Scrooge hit their way,
When they knew their plan started last May.
They send the storm and wave that immortal,
Run after them and block their portal.

But Jem and Paul still hold each other hands,
Care on nothing, just their sweet love on their minds.
She promise to wait him until they can be finally together
And he’ll be back to love and take care of her until forever.

Soon, another fairytale will be unfold
All about love that till end its hold.
For the characters nothing matter.
And they live happily ever after.

This poem was written/submitted by Love Poems.

A great beauty has passed from this life.
Of good times and sometimes toil and strife.
Some will say that she went to a better place.
Look at the blue sky or a white cloud, you will still see her face.

Movements like those of a gazelle in flight.
Hair that shone like gold on a moonlit night.
Eyes that could touch your soul.
And essence like that of a red rose.

Farrah, you fought hard to stay here on earth with us.
But when God calls you, go you must.
Whenever we feel a summer breeze or April rain.
It will seem like you are near.
And in our hearts, your memory will always remain dear.

This poem was written/submitted by Lamar Cole.