Virginia Worthington
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My poems speak for themselves
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Heart's words
The heart's words are so unspoken and true.The heart's words spoken and ignored for why I shall never know. My heart sometimes hurt but you repair it with your heart's words. Many may never know but when we fight our heart's ask why. "why should you fight ,if you would rather love"! We may never answer but that's why it hurts when we fight. Love don't hate and peace not war. Let's not forge wars in our hearts anymore for that shall do nothing but hurt our souls. If we shall say we love then it should be true. My soul connects to yours as I know yours is to mine. We love more than we know but only when our heart's have been pierced by words that fly like arrows on the battlefield we call love. Why must we always aim for each other. Have we only enjoyed courting each other or maybe we should court our hearts and join them again.
By Virginia Worthington4 years ago in Poets
Reflections
Staring back at me, telling me how to feel and yet I cry at the very sight of it. It tries to motivate but instead it makes me feel more than that, the waters I look at are my tears and yet no one to hear or hold my dreams. I open my eyes as everything starts getting brighter and I smile while it's raining. Everything reflects back at me, just watching it all go by makes every heartbreak seem smaller and bigger at the same time. Scared of the future trying to look to my reflections for answers to questions I already know. Dreams and failures all reflect the same way but in different shades of colors. We all see each other but we pass by each other as we reflect it in the water. Reflections of my heart and soul cry loud in pain as I lost so much of my heart, and rebuilding as I stare at reflection, and as I glare to myself crying at this reflection.
By Virginia Worthington5 years ago in Poets
The Gift
Life is hard but tis a gift as well. The gift is more than life, it is the beauty of nature itself. The way nature doth appear it does take my breath away to breathe into the breeze. The way nature blooms gently into a bursting beauty. The gift can not be described but experienced instead. The gift was given before we saw light in our eyes. We merely watch the gift continue to unfold beautifully. As the night brings stars to light the sky, nature can still be shy. The silent skyline waves goodnight as sunset turns into night. Just my eyes opening to see nature's sight is the beautiful gift of life.
By Virginia Worthington5 years ago in Poets
The Silence
Quiet on all fronts and as for me a silent storm. The silence is not evil but beautiful and vibrant in colors. A beauty that is unspoiled and unspoken. The silence is not a season nor are there reasons. The quiet room is where I shall be, where my thoughts flow endlessly. From beginning the silence was there and now to here. Silence storms stronger than ever before in waves of rage. In waves of gentle caresses from mother nature herself. Hush there is more to realize than we thought before. Shush you know what is there and what is not. The silence stares in the dark on the front of the page silence storms and you write the rage.
By Virginia Worthington5 years ago in Poets
Love
Love is an ocean that flows into the sea and gently washes the shore. Love will lift us up to the sky and the moon might shine. Love is forever but it can fall apart and if it does. Love will never completely go away but I won't let you go. I will try to be here and love is promise, love is the perfect feeling. Love has never faded away from age and it was there in the beginning. Everything with love is precious but fragile. Love is strong enough to endure the tough times and make you jump into action. Love has no end only beginnings and love will make you happy to be better. Love makes us protect the world and everything meaningful. Love shall be always whether it be brotherly or romantically. It also keeps friendships in and never lets them go. Love can be a weapon for all and can cause one to fall apart.
By Virginia Worthington5 years ago in Poets
Heartbroken
Every day when time flies away from both night and day, seconds tick away as the tears begin to fall from my heart. I see the outside from within, but I walk away from it now and then. I have done what is needed and yet empty I feel for at times like this my heart shatters with a large clatter. Too many shards to piece together and to pick them up just to fall again. Wait, don't despair, there is hope there in that hat or cup, for eat and drink. Be merry for time flies by and down again. I go to a dark unknown. When I feel as though I'm flying and then I'm falling. Heartbroken is many things, but what is broke can be fixed or made anew.
By Virginia Worthington5 years ago in Poets
Tears
Tears can happy and sad but with you they stream down like waterfalls. when my tears fall like rain I can't tell what I should feel... shall I dictate my heart whether to smile or cry? My heart beats with the rain but my tears they only stain when I make the rain, my tears fall flat onto the floor as if do disappear after splashing down to earth. My tears dry as I rest my heart for now I grow tried of missing you. All I cry is to bring your name to the sky. I know you are gone from me forever but I shall always think of you as my best friend. The months grow even colder as my tears turn to diamonds while I scream in pain. But the sun shall always bring me smiles forever for I shall see you again one day.
By Virginia Worthington6 years ago in Poets
Angels
Angels flying to heaven and making the sun rise, these angels are everywhere. Angels kind and sweet thy name is heaven's helpers and they come where you do not see them. Angels are invisible because they take different forms but thy sweet angel still glows before me as I beg for salvation and suddenly I found myself saved from the darkness Angels hang around the sinners as to save them from themselves and as I cry this angel appears before my eyes. Beautiful is what we become after our angel saves us from darkness and now we may help them save others. Oh angels your job tough but we will always need angels in a world so dark and confusing.
By Virginia Worthington6 years ago in Poets
My Kitty Cat
My little kitty cat has gotten fat but I still love my kitty cat , he is cool as any old cat but he is mine. My cat's divine even though he is scared of tiny bugs and little mice but his cuddles are always nice. My kitty cat is quite a fat lap cat but if he were gone i would be sad i assure you of that. My cat is quiet as can be but when he jumps a thud can be heard . his fur is soft but can get knots where i tug and pull . his claws are sharp and boy they hurt when they're out . My Kitty cat makes scream and shout, he makes me cuddle and feel safe that's my kitty cat that no doubt.
By Virginia Worthington6 years ago in Poets
Rose
The rose I see is there for me and none smells sweeter than any I have seen. The rose is red and shows no dred , it joy does show when it opened I spoke no word. My body was still as was heard and all that saw now do say if you see a rose today make live with love so dear. The rose gave me hope and peace even when its thrones did poke me. Nothing more and nothing less but the rose doth live in my heart do never die and never part. To never die and never part from my heart.
By Virginia Worthington6 years ago in Poets
The Night
The Night was a dark wave of stars in the sky. All I could do is say oh my and why if ever there were beauty to see. The Night it would be and wrap my mind deep in stars as they are. The stars swirl in ways I could not of imagined. The sky is filled with diamonds that twinkle and shine. Ever bright is the night as I see it in my beating heart. Even though it may be scary I shall never walk with such shock when night draws near. So never fear the night is filled with cheer and joyful sounds of imagination.
By Virginia Worthington6 years ago in Poets