Micheal Leaf’s poetry
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Michael Leaf, a poet from Purton, Wiltshire. Poets have a unique way of expressing themselves and sharing their emotions through words.
Michael Leaf ( that’s me ) has produced nearly 200 poems over the years, I am quite dedicated to to my craft. It’s great that he ( me ) has decided to start showing his ( my ) work in public. Sharing his ( my ) poetry can be a fulfilling and rewarding experience, as it allows him ( me ) to connect with others who appreciate his ( my ) art.
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- Farewell my Friend
- Farewell my Friend) FAREWELL MY FRIEND Farewell, my friend, you were my bestThe one who stood by me through every testWe laughed, we cried, we loved, we foughtBut in the end, our bond was wrought Your absence leaves an emptiness insideA void that nothing can ever fill or hideI’ll miss your smile, your warmth, your careAnd the memories that we used to share But as you go, take with you my heartAnd know that we shall never be apartFor even though I won’t see you anymoreYou’ll always be a part of me, forevermore. Micheal Leaf 04/2023
- The lady in redThe Lady In Red In a world of colors, she stands out,A vision of beauty, without a doubt.The lady in red, with fiery allure,Her presence commands attention, pure. She glides through the room with grace and poise,Eyes sparkling, bewitching every noise.Her crimson dress, a bold statement made,A symbol of passion that cannot fade. Her lips painted in a seductive hue,Whisper secrets that only a select fewAre privileged to hear, to taste, to know,As she casts her spell, her essence aglow. In her wake, hearts skip a beat,Caught in the web of her exquisite feat.For she is more than just aContinue reading “The lady in red”
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) The Lady In Red
In a world of colors, she stands out,
A vision of beauty, without a doubt.
The lady in red, with fiery allure,
Her presence commands attention, pure.
She glides through the room with grace and poise,
Eyes sparkling, bewitching every noise.
Her crimson dress, a bold statement made,
A symbol of passion that cannot fade.
Her lips painted in a seductive hue,
Whisper secrets that only a select few
Are privileged to hear, to taste, to know,
As she casts her spell, her essence aglow.
In her wake, hearts skip a beat,
Caught in the web of her exquisite feat.
For she is more than just a color, you see,
She embodies desire, sensuality set free.
With every step, she ignites a fire,
A flame of longing that never tires.
She’s the embodiment of passion’s embrace,
The lady in red, leaving hearts in chase.
But dare not try to tame her, you see,
For she’s a tempest, wild and free.
She dances to her rhythm, her own beat,
Defying conventions, with every heartbeat.
So behold the lady in red, a force so rare,
A symbol of passion, beyond compare.
Her presence lingers, imprinted in the mind,
The lady in red, a vision, one of akind
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