| Home | Poems Yin Ma has also shown her particular interest andaccomplishment in English poem creation. She started poem writing at the age of9. Yin Ma has today published several poems in America's professional poempublications and has been invited as a registered member of the National WritersAssociation of America and the International Poets Association of America. These poems share her inner feelings and thoughts on relationships and life.Enjoy them!
Music Theuniversal language Ofpeople and the world beyond speakingto the souls andspirits of the heart Morebeautiful than everything ThatGod has given us Aplace for your grief andhappiness and joy comesfrom your heart isthe music of heaven.
MyMom Thetruest friend thatI have that'salways there for me Mysunlight through the storm Theinspiration for all that I do Themusic of my heart Liesin the love she gives Hervery smile isthe rainbow in my sky Throughall my pain and trouble Sheis always there tohear my cry totake it all away forall the things thatyou have sacrificed Thanksmom and I love you too.
Love Love ignitesthe light Insouls that darkened Whenonce were bright Lovethat soothes a war-torn world Canheal beyond a bloody wound Lovethat brings the shine in the day andpeace at night cangive more to those Location de l' hotel a Benidormthatbring the light tothe world of souls inneed of love the most.
Perfection Whatis perfection? Ireally do not know Butwhat it seems to do Itfrightens me so Howcan I escape It'shorrible grip Itties you to it's chain andnever let's go Itasks for too much andgives back so little errorsare a sin andflawlessness is a necessity whatcan I do about Allthis perfection.
Heartbroken Amillion sensations thatcurse through your body Alllike knives thatpierce your heart Anexplosion of pain Thatnumbs your soul tosuch an extent, thatyou cannot fight theovertaking hurt, drowningyou in it's intensity neverletting you go cheap hotel in TaastrupInyour mind you know thatthere is no cure forall the pain forall the hurt becausethere is no way foryou to mend aterribly broken heart.
TheReason Thereason I live Thereason I die Forgood or for bad Thereason I keep going afterevery end Thereason I cry Thetears from my heart Thereason I love Thereason I hate Forthis very reason Ilive to this day Thereason for all Isthe music of my heart.
TheNight Asense of peace all around me soquiet I dare not breath seemsas if time is still Ifnot for the tick-tock of my clock It ishere I retreat Toall my sweetest dreams withthe moonlight shining through mywindow and a sky of gleaming stars Ibreath in night air and asense of fulfillment washesover me hereis heaven sosimple yet so magical wishI could grasp this moment forever But Iknow the mourning shall come Themoon and stars will go andthe sun will take their place suchsadness fills me butthen I remember thattomorrow again whenthe sky is dark Ishall sit here alone anddream through the night.
Loneliness Lonelinessis like a sea sodeep youknow not how deep likethe birds that fly to the sun wantingit butnever could reach Lonelinessis like a closed book somethingthat you could never read Lonelinessis like the wintertime whereleaves have fallen and birds have flown leavingyou with only you quietbeyond all quiet Thatis loneliness.
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