Gedichten Op AANVRAAG!!!! Hiya People/ Hallo Iedereen!

On the picture is an example  op de foto is voorbeeld!!!

Hi, well i am going to start a hobby business.
You can order any Poems you want, but it will cost you!! Hahaha.
I haven't got the price in my head, but not too high XD
You can also put up a request poem. This means I need information about the person in question.
I will need some information about these people, to make the right poem.
The good The bad & The ugly hihihi

love and kisses Amanda

Hallo, Ik ga beginnen met een hobby bedrijfje.
Ik heb al tijden geprobeerd maar nu begint het.
Je kan gedichten op bestelling, elke gedicht, maar dat wel tegen een bedragje. Hahaha
Het bedrag heb ik nog niet precies, maar niet te hoog. XD
Je kan ook een gedicht aanvragen, maar dan ben ik wel informatie nodig over de persoon waar 't om gaat.
Ik heb dus bepaalde informatie nodig om het juiste gedicht te maken.
De goede, De slechte & Het lelijke. hihihihi

Groetjes en kusjes Amanda

Queens Letter Here It Is!!

The touch of the ground,
The so cold cool soil.
Makes me shiver,
As I look at the Beauty in front of me.

No one ever knew why we are,
But the reason we not need to know.
It is more that we must see,
Our own paths on this journey.

One day we will see, and know,
Why we take the roads we take.

As to the beauty in front of me,
The grace this flower gives over.
To touch somiething so sweet,
Is to touch the Love it will give.

No more sorrow and no more pain,
As this Rose awakens by the suns glory.
To touch something so hopeful,
Is to touch someones heart.

No more rain,
I am you're shelter.

No more tears,
Because i am you're comfort.

No more Cold,
Because i am you're Warmth.

To speak of words like these,
You will need, to love one like thee.

The Savior is on his way,
To take you're sorrow away.
He/She will take you by hand,
And get you above those clouds.

Tomorow I will see,
If this Words to be spoken,
Are here to be!
(c)Amanda De Ruijter.

schizofrenia

I have been lonely,

With thoughts,

That weren’t mine,

Though not yours.

My head keeps spinning,

Words and thoughts, and talks,

Take over my body,

My mind.

It has been so hard,

This long everlasting journey,

That just wont be different,

Within a few days.

I have been wondering,

Searching, hoping,

For an endless night,

With big dreams.

A better world,

A better place to live,

Signs that give me hope,

So these thoughts go away.

They are dark,

They are grey,

They are messing with my mind,

It has come to know, a name.

Schizophrenia.

It comes to this.

This long journey ahead,

Is more then I can carry,

All my thoughts searching for answers,

That just wont come.

I need a peace of heart,

That only he can give  me,

It is more then I can handle,

But I need to know.

What is it about love,

That woman or men don’t get,

It is hard tough and most of all, beautiful,

It wont be hurt.

Love is always patient,

Cause it never rushes into something,

Love is always enjoyable,

Cause it gives laughter and hopes.

The dreams I’ve had,

Were not at all that bad,

Cause it gave me strength,

For the unknown.

It comes to a point,

Which love will never see through,

But it gives dreams to the needy,

It comes to this.

©Amanda De Ruijter.

Sadness in her eyes!

Wondering where it comes from,

Wondering how long it takes,

To just be myself again,

The sadness in her eyes.

It is more then it should ever be,

To be more then she is,

Makes her become weaker,

Then she should ever be.

She knows how hard,

But she still can’t fight it,

She must, she must put it on,

The dress of her past.

But you can see the sadness in her eyes,

When she thinks about the past,

When she thinks about her self,

She knows more then she has to.

The past hunting her,

Drifting her emotions away,

But still you can see,

The sadness in her eyes.

©Amanda De Ruijter.

The touch of the Rose!

Whenever leaves begin to fall, 

The wind soften his touch.
The meadow of light arises,
When the sun touches the soften Wind's touch.

There might be a form of life,
Which can make the beauty the world needs.
But there can never be shadow again,
On those secret we share witht he life.

The rose transforms from a unrealistic life form,
Into the most sacret and hopeful touch.
There can be no more sorrow,
Whenever your hands touch the flower.

Roses are pure, aswell as every human being,
Every one has its own individuel Mind to carry further.
Totally forgiven is the Rose,
To those who are in need.

To take a thorn and prik yourselve,
is to eager the Hope and Graze.
Everyone who cries, tells secrets, to the Rose,
And It Never Tells!!!
(c)Amanda De Ruijter. (14-04-11)