Terry Biscamp
Terry Biscamp Poems
I hope to always be the one
That takes your breath away
I hope to always fill your thoughts
As you go about your day.
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Keeper of my heart
Mover of my soul
Protector of my dreams
The half that makes me whole.
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Is there really such a thing,
As unconditional pure love?
Or is it just a fairy tale,
That’s only dreamed of?
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As the rain falls outside my window,
A hundred songs play through my head,
And I think of you..
Of all the things we've said.
...
Tell me again that you love me...
And hold me close to you
Whisper in my ear...
Of a love that is so true.
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To feel love again..
To feel alive.
To feel passion so strong,
To see it in your eyes.
...
She sits there at the table,
And pours another drink.
Stares out the kitchen window,
As she begins to think..
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In a world of far away eyes
Hearts that can't feel
Hands have grown cold
Nothing seems real.
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Her head lowered,
She stares down at the ground.
As she listens to the bustle,
Of the people all around.
...
And she stood on the edge...
Looking down, as the water crashed
On the rocks below.
And tears slid down her cheeks
...
I knew you
Before the touch of your skin
And I knew you
Before our love was to begin
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I still miss you...
But not like I did before.
The intense aching I felt,
Isn't there anymore.
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His eyes now hold a hollow stare
Where once the light shined bright
As he sits in the dark he knows
There will be no sleep again tonight
...
And he stood in the meadow,
Staring out..
As rain fell,
From the infinite sky.
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No matter what tomorrow brings,
We can make it through.
Strength you have offered me,
...
She awaits her lover by the stream,
Her one true love, her perfect dream.
His hands so gentle, his words so sure.
...
Dry the tears from your eyes,
Do not weep no more.
Something good is on its way,
Many new things to explore.
...
She looked at him…
And in his eyes,
Saw all the pain,
And heard his silent cries.
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Everything will be ok...
Are words that play over in my head.
And right when I believe that again,
False hope enters in, instead.
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Terry Biscamp Biography
Writing is my passion, something I have to do. An outlet for my unspoken dreams, desires and many times, my pain. I can't imagine my nights without it. I love reading poetry as well. Thanks to those that take the time to read my work. Night, late night is my favorite time and when I feel write my best. I call myself 'nocturnal' When the house settles and all's asleep...my mind awakes and emotions from my heart and soul come pouring out onto paper, I call it my self-therapy. Writing is indeed good for ones soul. Write on.. Peace and Love~ God Bless... -Terry Biscamp (aka Stormy))
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Always
I hope to always be the one
That takes your breath away
I hope to always fill your thoughts
As you go about your day.
I hope to always be the one
That you dream of at night
I hope it's still my face you see
When you close your eyes so tight.
I hope you always feel the love
That I have for only you
I hope that you know
Everything I feel for you is true
I pray that what we share
Will last for eternity
And when you need someone so bad
Know you can always turn to me.
I pray that the hurt
We sometimes feel inside
Will one day come to an end
Along with tears we've cried.
I hope to always have this feeling
That you bring to me
Take another look into my heart...
I love you...honestly.
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This story sounds so similar to my own. I like your spirit, your soul (what you show of it) and your writing. Best wishes Herbert
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4/25/2024 3:35:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I found your poem Gateway to my heart this morning. Very inspiring and much to meditate on about our own "gateways" in spirit, soul/mind, body. Thank you for sharing.