Poetry, you are the story of my life,
the heart I crave to beat,
the brain I birth to think,
the voice of a poet,
the spirit I will produce,
the words I will watch grow,
the scent who attracts bees,
the term who teaches,
the symbolism in this poem,
the life in my vision,
the name in my blood.
This poem was created by Kaylynté © 4-13-13
The same line you see means something different to me. ~Kaylynté © 2013.
Here I am King of Perfect Faithfulness,
laying flat to salute
my harmonic praises unto thee!
This poem was created by Kaylynté © 2013.
The top 10 poems that were written by Poet Kaylynté in 2012 are the following:
1. With the Wind
2. Captivating Presence
4. Among the Layers
5. Clueless Facade
6. Think Cycle
7. Credulous Start
8. Perfect Day
9. Pure Again
10. Evidence to Sin
As I listed the aforementioned poems, I noticed that my titles were poetry itself. As a result, I combined the titles into a poem. Please let me know what you think!
Somewhere With the Wind,
lies a powerful Captivating Presence.
Only the spirit knows Among the Layers where it secretly exists.
Clueless Facade can’t process its Think Cycle
like a mind before it was birth.
Replaying ancient questions
about Adam and Eve’s Credulous Start.
On Earth there’s no Perfect Day
like being physically Pure Again.
The consequence we see is the Evidence of Sin .
Today is to be celebrated not because it’s a holiday,
but because I am alive.
My spirit rejoices daily because with Jesus Christ
I continue to thrive!
Happy New Year!!
I speak many blessings over your 2013!
Unwrapped angelic blessing
available radiant gift is impressing.
My God-given friend stationed
at an amazing journey of appreciation.
Constructed by the best
to help bless each test
with great success.
This poem was created by Kaylynté © 2012.
Many euphemisms for death,
reluctant to talk about the end,
like a witness to a gruesome crime.
The guilty become offended from the truth.
Suffering soul leveled on a deathbed
inhaling the last breath of life.
choosing to turn face away from sight,
expecting to escape,
but reality exists the other way.
Deep desire to live in flesh forever; however,
death will come whether it’s wanted, or not.
There is no running from death,
it will casket us in due time.
This poem was created by Kaylynté © 12-31-12