Poems from tdooley
There is much more to life than a weekend confessionThe sins of another striving for some attentionSitting in the pew no one ever sees...
Something deep inside of meMy personal connection to eternityIn a place, I can always be free
Om ShantiOm is the song of the soulShanti...
My muse found me todayShe walked out from the April showersThrough the rainbow haze
She heard the prayer of this lonely oneShe came back...
Need to know where to goLooking for the soulLooking for the flowWalking the back roads
Smell of pineSweetens the dry airI have something...
What color does poetry claimWhat music does it makeWhat feeling does it hide
If poetry was an emotionWould we feel pain?Would we feel...