Chantal Lammerts

Chantal Lammerts Poems

Wrote this quite some time ago, and only just found it back on my dusty, old laptop... Thought I might as well post it... please comment and be honest, harsh, mean, nice or anything else you chose to be! Oh, and don't forget to put in some advice! ! !
kisses
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My soul is soaring high above the clouds,
My mind is making its way to the sun and moon,
My soul is about to reach the stars,
I’m afraid they’ll both reach too soon.
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What we’re doing every day,
Only trying to make our way,
Through our thoughts and things we say,
What we like and what we may.
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Writing started long ago,
As a manner to express,
To tell someone: “I love you so”,
And “I’ll never love you less”.
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When we were parted…

The wind rustles through the trees,
The pain, more than conscience sees.
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I’m just a bird that’s already flown away,
There’s nothing you can do to make me stay,
I have this longing that’s impossible to ignore,
Still, there’s so much that I’ve got left in store.
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As a child grows it develops,
Ideas and dreams start to form,
Wants and needs show their presence,
Goals are still hiding from the storm,
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I hope you never take anything for granted,
That life treats you right,
I hope you never regret that you’ve acted,
And always live in the light.
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The sky is black, but I’ve never felt more comfortable then tonight,
One star resembles my trust, it’s a breathtaking sight,
Other stars are nowhere to be seen, in this black sky,
But I don’t miss them in the slightest, why oh why?
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Everything at once, not a single break in between,
So many around, I’m probably the plainest ever seen,
But what if I, inside, am way different from the rest?
I’m not indicating that I’m the worst nor best,
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Pretending…

When the little innocent bird,
Sings the most beautiful song you’ve ever heard.
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Seven colours, each unique,
Their meaning is what I seek,
Different opinions, all make sense,
But still don’t go over conscious’ fence.
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A place, where the raw magic still lives,
Where everything has it’s true colour,
Where rainbows cover the sky,
And our greatest wisdom is our earned valour.
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And there stands the king,

Ones there was a king,
Who’d always start to sing,
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15.

“Let go, ” the little bird whispered to the fox,
“Let go, come back, and you’ll know.”
The man let his right hand go through his curly locks,
“Let go, and you’ll know…”
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What is life; more than a delay between past and future?
What is future; when life is nothing more than a halt?
Is there anything at all? These thoughts work as a torture,
If it is nothing, is it anyone’s fault?
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Slowly the river moves,
High mountains down,
Away from me,
Deep enough to drown.
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Oh, do I love the sweet and fresh smell of Roses,
And the way the elegant Lotus closes,
How I love the shining happiness of the sunflower,
Or the dew that gives our treasures a beautiful shower.
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19.

Faith is a deep jump into the dark, only following the voice of your heart,
It is about trusting your friend, letting down your impenetrable guard,
Faith is a blind movement towards distant, unknown directions,
It’s about seeing nothing more than your own revealing reflections,
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Dreaming is my way to hope, my escape,
It reflects my thoughts, but in a different shape,
They tell me it’s not healthy, not mature,
But I see differently, that’s for sure,
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The Best Poem Of Chantal Lammerts

Whatever Will Be

Wrote this quite some time ago, and only just found it back on my dusty, old laptop... Thought I might as well post it... please comment and be honest, harsh, mean, nice or anything else you chose to be! Oh, and don't forget to put in some advice! ! !
kisses





Whatever will be

Darkness rules the lands that I am wandering on,
Doors circle around me, a cross on them all.
They are already discovered, entered,
And shall not be opened again.

I take another step forward,
My body reacting without the consent of my mind,
It is as if clouds surround me, fog obscuring my thoughts,
I call out, pleading for the mist to be removed,
But there is no one around to blow away the clouds,
I am on my own, for it is my path to take, and mine alone.

So I continue down the small road, destiny not in sight,
For I know not what my destiny is.
The fog doesn’t clear, and I leave it be,
Certain that I can make my way through it all.

But then, when uncertainty does find its way to my heart,
I do not let it show,
For I know that it is a path that must be taken,
There is no way back, for that door, has a cross as well.

The different options in my life that I have tried,
None of them suit me well enough,
Is it because I don’t suit them,
Or do they not suit me?

Does my destiny lie elsewhere, behind a different door,
Or is my destiny not great enough to be held back by a door at all?
And If I do, in whatever miraculous way, arrive at the gate,
Will I have the key to unlock the door?

The feeling that resides inside of me, that won’t fade away,
Is cold and empty.
Is it a feeling of being incomplete? Or rather unsatisfied?
The missing person or thing in my life, might be the key to my door,
But will I be able to find it?

Is this key an object, or maybe an idea? Is it a thought or a person?
Is it someone I must help, or someone who must help me?
This key, would be a main character of my life,
But what would I be to this key? A minor event? A coincidental meeting?

For now, I say, whatever will be, will be,
And so the day shall certainly come, that it will, indeed, be,
And with that, the clouds in my mind, disappear for all eternity.

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