Women, Women by Michael Knight

Women, women everywhere

Walking around with their fake hair

Getting dolled up for a stare

While their souls remain bare

Make up, make up all the time

With out it they won't be fine

Where will we draw the line

Fakes, fakes all I see

This is not 'Beut' to me

Why is any thing less considered "B"?

All the women seam more like dolls to me

Woman, woman everywhere

And I will admit I stare

But not at the so-called beauty, no I don’t care

But at their souls that still remain bare.

by Michael Knight

My Promise to a White Rose by Michael Knight

In the garden of life you are a white rose, with true beauty that nobody knows,

And each time I see you it grows it grows.

But you have been mistreated, abused, lied to, confused,

About what is right and what is wrong and there's only one that can be accused.

That two-faced gardener that said he would protect you, hold you, love you,

But he lied, an action that makes my heart cry and I know when he's done with you he will start a new.

But I pray for that every second of every minute of every day,

Because when I show up, it will be to stay.

To give you real love and to take care of a new season, one you have been unaware of.

And this is my promise to you white rose,

But whether you will let me keep it, who knows.

by Michael Knight

Romantic Blaze by Michael Knight

I miss her warmth in the middle of the night,
The way she held me, kissed me from dark till light,
And to feel this again, I pray with all my might.

I miss the beating of her heart,
It's quickly past when we'd start,
What we made was art.

I miss the gaze of her stare,
The way she did it with out a care,
Her blue eyes made my heart flare.

And as I sit and remember these days,
Her touch, her heart, her amazing gaze,
When I was her man, the one she'd praise,
What ever happend to our romantic blaze?


by Michael Knight

Welcome to Knight Poems

Welcome to my blog page. I hope you will enjoy my poems and come back to visit this page often.

Thank you.

Michael Knight