Charlief132's Poems

Here's the list of poems submitted by charlief132 — There are currently 8 poems total — keep up the great work!

Walking on Days pass You are invisible Life moves forward. Questions always in my turning thoughts in nature passions. Where are you ? Only the shadows remain, and I’m lost with nothing to share.... – *by charlotte fletcher*	1 View added 21 days ago	Rating
Into .. In the cold sits light feathered sweet smell of Sakura... – *by charlotte fletcher*	7 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
spring Saw the blue bells in the blossoms of the forest , walked with with dew drops in springs tears , as sun bathed and wrapped around my soul’s heart ..brought to the cries of the sea as I stepped upon precipice of the sun shining sunset that became my... – *by Charlotte fletcher*	7 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
Moon dark The billowing stars , That sat in the moon’s pool Shown brightly against dark trees, In the calm … they’re sat broke and shattered one’s life and love ‘s... – *by charlotte fletcher*	4 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
Lost Who saw it , I did as I walked away in the light of the dark , I watched as a hollow heart became shattered.. As a kindred spirit never became known and so like the puzzle I started I’m still looking for the piece I lost long... – *by Charlotte fletcher*	3 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
Passerby I was once a Passerby , touched once, shared beliefs, common touches, in brief moments, hands touched, with souls learned.. In the dark the lights never came on, those to feel the touch, words never to speak Now to the day in light... – *by charlotte fletcher*	8 Views added 3 months ago	Rating
Sculptured loss Old, musky, clay ridden hands that woven through Broken hearts , that once were caught in the turning wheel as it curved and shaped life through love and caring hands. Now it’s done and sits unfinished, thrown to floor where I lie wasted and... – *by charlotte fletcher*	18 Views added 3 months ago	Rating
tommy Tommy On what corner of a foreign field, did England die? Only to have angels cry upon blood stained glory. Tommies full of furious melancholy, sang over the top through innocent voices . So in hellish fury, it pierced through the old... – *by charlotte fletcher*	9 Views added 4 months ago	Rating