Belief

21 Feb 2011 2 Comments

by Deborah Horton in February 2011, poetry Tags: , , , , ,


Not the tangible something unseen

down deep inside in the in between

where others may doubt and not believe

your belief is not what they perceive

 

A life lived not for others or on what they say

for it is up to you to find another way

it is within your own mind the strength to find

to all others keep your belief blind

 

What lies within stronger than all that surrounds without

these people do not know what you are about

supposition rumor predisposed opinion mean nothing to you

it is only your soul that knows what is true

 

Belief in oneself comes inside through highs and lows

it comes in the places no one else knows

always it should come first from your own soul

never depend on others to make your belief whole

You Are My What

21 Jan 2011 Leave a comment

by Deborah Horton in January 2011, poetry Tags: , , ,


As I was going back through my MySpace blog copying over the poems I had written there, I came across the first poem I ever posted online in August 2006.  All those writings brought back so many memories.  So, I thought I would share my first one again 🙂

You are my shoulder…to lean on
You are my ears…that listen
You are my heart…that does not judge
You are my friend…

You are my laughter…that makes me happy
You are my calm…that gives me peace
You are my shelter…that makes me feel safe
You are my friend…

You are my hope…when I have none
You are my smile…when I cannot find mine
You are my dreams…when I need them
You are my friend…

You are my friend…yet so much more
You are my laughter, my peace, my hope
You are my friend…yet so much more

You are my lifeline…you are my friend

 

Rays

14 Jan 2011 2 Comments

by Deborah Horton in January 2011, poetry Tags: , , , , ,


Rays of love reaching into my soul

making me happy making me whole

warming my spirit lifting my heart

staying with you never to part

 

Rays of love filling my need

the roots now growing from just a small seed

where once I was alone and searching for you

now I know love both old and brand new

 

Rays of love as fingers holding my spirit tight

guiding me through day leading me through night

wrapped in the blanket of a love so true

inside it there is only me there is only you

 

Rays of love never want to let them go

taking it simple taking it slow

knowing now what is true what is real

rays of love are all I want to feel

Whole

01 Dec 2010 Leave a comment

by Deborah Horton in December 2010, poetry Tags: , , , ,


Taken as a whole life is quite complex

day to day the living not knowing what comes next

so many things leave little holes dents inside the soul

but then there are just a few that tend to make one whole

 

To have someone who loves you no matter what you are

to go with you each step of the way whether near or far

holding your hand holding your heart they never let you go

having someone that makes you whole is all you need to know

 

They can take all the dents all the holes and patch them over with a kiss

make you realize that there is nothing in this life you miss

for you have it all right in front of you love to fill the gaps

into the very soul of you each touch from them taps

 

Everything that was no longer means anything to me

as if the past the people there were dead you see

surrounded now by an envelope of love to feel

it makes me whole love’s power to heal

 

Funny

09 Nov 2010 6 Comments

by Deborah Horton in November 2010, poetry Tags: , , , ,


It’s funny how some people transfer their emotions
taking what they gave to one and sliding it to another
replacing what they threw away with the same yet not
It’s funny and then, it’s sad at the same time

Where once so easily they gave themselves to one
they turn around and transfer it to someone else
it’s funny how quickly they turn their backs
and sad at how they can’t make it on their own

It’s funny to realize that they constantly try to plug holes
spaces inside themselves they can’t fill because they’re lost
funny becomes extremely sad when you watch how they live
never able to be happy with who they are

It’s funny and sad and yet not unexpected
someone you know so well it only stands to reason
this is all they can do incapable of being anything more
so they transfer and yet the holes remain forever

Lost

30 Sep 2010 6 Comments

by Deborah Horton in poetry, September 2010 Tags: , , ,


Brown and round large flecks of gold

the kind of thing a person could get lost in

lashes so long they reach for the sky

afraid to look for fear of being lost in them

As if they look right through me

so warm so unafraid seeking out my face

when the sun hits them the gold shines so bright

it takes my breath away

Never really noticed until you were inches from my lips

how they drink in everything around each look a little more

every feeling so expressed inside those lash framed eyes

so easy to fall in one look is all it takes

Feeling them on me turning to see their beauty

never wanting to stop transfixed by the colors

by the emotion wrapped within only wanting more

reach into my soul just a look and I am yours

Everything

14 Sep 2010 9 Comments

by Deborah Horton in poetry, September 2010 Tags: , , , ,


So many people want so many things they look right past what’s already there

things that they want too much and never get bypassing everything in front of them

pushing and pushing for things that will never be a reality in their lives

while letting the things they already have slip through their fingers

It’s always the grass is greener or if I only had this or that life would be perfect

but they fail to realize their life is already the best it can be

they walk right past the people who love them most

and try to find someone better someone they want more

They run right by all the things staring them in the face trying to find that elusive something else

and they inevitably end up without the things they thought they wanted and losing all that they had

you can only bypass the ones who care for you most for so long before they let go

and in the end it is you who is less by wanting something you had all along

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