Here they are!!!
New poems by Michael Knight
Silly Little Poets
Many things come to mind
When a poet comes across such a beautiful find,
Comparing them to things of beauty,
Using words that are soft and fruity.
But if they were to ask for a thousand years,
Whisper your name into a million ears,
And remain undeterred,
Not one poet could find one word
To describe your charisma and grace,
Your inner beauty and face.
Though I write these words in vain,
Causing myself mental pain,
For I am one of those silly little poets,
One that likes you but can't find the words to show it.
The White Desert Rose
Like a blue bird's song,
When I hear your voice nothing is wrong,
Like an earthquake
When I see you my legs shake,
And like a torent blaze,
I can fell the heat of you dazzling gaze.
And like the heat of a July sun,
You make my thoughts run,
The only girl that can make my heart come undone.
And if life were like that of the tundra and froze
You would be proof of the white desert rose.
Can You Kiss An Angel?
As I watch this sunset in front of me,
There is but one thing more beautiful that I can see,
And that is the marvel of your heavenly bliss.
As we sit here, I dream of a soft delicate kiss,
A taste of luscious angel lips.
And as the sun slowly dips,
And the moon and stars come out to dance,
The mood goes from friendly to romance.
I take a chance, make my move,
And try and prove
You can kiss an angel.
Can You Answer A Question?
Me and you are the people we show true?
Can we live without our crutch?
The one thing to protect us from life's cold touch.
I wonder what keeps us going?
What keeps the blood in our veins flowing?
We all take personal blows,
And have personal lows,
And yet we move on till the bad is all gone.
But does it ever go away?
Or is it forever here to stay?
So what is your saving grace?
Your true identity, your true face?
Can you truefully answer anything I just asked?
Or are your true words muffled by a mask?
The Campfire Flower
Like this beautiful red flower
In the morning hour,
Your beauty exceeds the rest.
A rose among weeds, a lily upon thorns,
Your simply the best.
And if each passing hour
Your beauty grew sour,
It would still shine above the rest.
Hailey's Sunset
You lit my world up like the morning sun rays,
You were the light in my dreary days.
You were the warmth in the cold,
The person I knew I could treasure and hold.
You were the brightest star in my night,
But now your gone and almost out of sight,
And like a child without fun,
A flower without sun,
I am left incomplete.
The Feeling of Words
It felt like the fury of the sea,
Crashing into me,
It's warmth was like that of a star,
One that is so dim and far,
And like a shriek to the ear,
You said things I did not want to hear.
And as the air in my lungs turns cold
I realize I no longer have anyone to hold.
To any other ear it would have sounded like any other word,
But these are the feelings it stirred.
Hands of a Clock
This is not a play; and we are not Romeo and Juliet.
Our meeting was chance, a one in a millon bet.
The time we spent together I will never forget,
You are the one stranger I'm glad to have met.
I was drawn in by your stare,
But it was your warmth that kept me there,
I hate how we did not have long,
Or how I think of you every time I hear that song.
I was sad when that last morning came around,
I was depressed you were homebound,
And when I hade to say goodbye,
It took all I had not to cry.
So now your gone and I sit and pray,
For your happiness every day.
And like the hands on Big Ben,
A clock striking 12:01, I hope it is only time before our hands meet again.
Celestial Being
Celestial Being from the sky,
What is wrong?
Why do you cry?
Why did you stop singing your song?
Celestial Being from above,
Is it he who you miss?
His love?
His kiss?
Celestial Being from the air,
Wipe that tear from your eye,
He didn't care,
All he did was cheat and lie.
Celestial Being from the sky,
I could be your guy.
Hailey's Sun Rise
Your hair is golden like the morning sun rays,
Your eyes trap me like a beautiful blue maze,
The way you hold me I just can't explain,
The high you give me is as strong as cocaine,
And like a dream come true,
I never thought I would be with a beauty like you.
And I can only hope and pray,
That after this day, you will be hear to stay.
Facing a Fact
The water I tred upon is restless and cold,
And who I am is rusted and old.
The story I live in is overtold,
A princess and brave knight,
An epic battle and fight,
Dark being conquered by light.
But in reality this is not the case,
No princess, no knights, no heroics.
Just a fact I must face.
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