Ruths Poems

I have so many old and new poems I thought I'd put them all here. Read on and I'd love any comment on any of these as well. See also RuthsRandomWritings. Just beware that they are....Random, very very Random somtimes.

Sit and think. About things. About nothing. About everything all at once. Running. Flowing. Streaming through your head. Then it comes. The idea. What is it. When should it happpen. Think. The idea comes. To go. Away. Never look back. Go. Somewhere. Where. Just go. And think. And breath. Sing. Dance. Laugh. Run through a field of grass. Life. Live. Forever. Forever.....

As I drive down this road again I see.

 Flakes of snow drift down.
 They form a white tunnel in the light.
 I sit. I watch. I think.
 About what I can't remember.
 dosen't matter.
 I get out and stand.
 I twist.
 I watch.
 Open mouth and in it comes.
 On my face.
 On my coat.
 Watch it spin through the light.
 So pretty.

There's a guy I know who's funny and cool. His hair is always changing color. He love's to cook and bake. He's a dare devil. He's a goof ball. He loves to play foosball. He can take the most beautiful picture I've seen. He like to play paint ball and computer games. He's sweet. He's so much fun to be around. He can pop wheelie's on a bike or motorcycle. He's got a great chest. He like's to rollerblade.

There's this place that I know of. There's a place of freedom. There's a place full of friends. There's this place for me. This place has trees. This place has a creek. This place has love unbound. If any of you know this place you are lucky. Because this is a place of friendship and love. It's a place to voice your fears, without being judged. You can dress as you like and act as you like. You are free to be you. If you want to dance in the rain you can. If you want to lay in the sun you can. If you want to live life to it's best - you can. If any of you know of this place you are lucky. Because this is a place of friendship and love. This is a place to make new friendships and continue old ones. This is a place of love. This is a place to learn every thing from A to Z. It's a place to gaze at stars. It's a place to climb trees. Theres this place I know of. If you know this place you are lucky. Because this is a place of friend ship and love.

Run like the wind before a storm. Fly like a bird soaring above the clouds. Hear the sound like thunder rolling from her hooves. Around and around the track at midnight with the dust forming a mysterious fog. Or running through the pasture jumping logs and ples with a bound. Me, my horse, & the thrill, together for always.

Power, Grace, Majesty, speed, beauty; The horse embodies them all. Snorting, stomping, nieghing, a soft wicker; The horse greets you. Rolling thunder, Stormy winds, The speed of lightning; The horse is.

This one is from one of those magnetic poetry sets. late one night Mitch and I were sitting by the refridgerator and made this one.

A sorrowfull race spoke majesticly of a dragon journy to heaven, but what celestial goddess could kiss the enemy & live in devine eternity. The magic we felt it their spaciou land sings of a vision of paradice. Lost in a cold silent pool, the angel lives to protect one thing; The mountianus tresure of love and emotion.

Anouther magnetic poetry inspired poem but this one is all me.

The power of the Pheonix thunders through the night, when first he flys again. The beautiful zenith manifests pleasure in a presious paridice. The shimmering cascades a crimson explosion that befriends the light of day & heaven treasures the bliss and sorrow found within all love.

I miss you when you are gone. I always do. Whenever you're not here with me. I'm missing you.

The lonlyness i feel, Has got to be, Because you're not here, with me.

I miss your laughs. You make me smile. Even though it's just two weeks, I'll miss you all the while.

Horses run so gracefully. Rearing up & yelling there noble cry. Running before the wind.

They follow a flock of bird in flight, Seeming to fly on invisible wings. Running before the wind.

Soaring high through the clouds, Never seeming to touch the ground. Running before the wind.

Than turning and coming back, Leaping & jumping & touching the sky. Running before the wind.

They stop to drink, so sweet & long, Then lift their heads and prick their ears to hear a far off sound. Running before the wind.

Ever running, Runing before the wind.

Ruth

ruth makes pretty wordstuffs!! nice to read. the horse ones are especially good. panda likes muchly.

• YEAH!!!!!! Someone read my page and said stuff!!!!!
• Hey, Ruth, I love to read them too!

-Ruth