A Bit of Story and A Glimpse of Shine
A bit of heart for them who lost it A bit of earth for them who lost their steps A bit of warmth for them who frozen A bit of love for those who hate A glimpse of light for those who are blinded A glimpse of hope for those who are in need A
shake the barrel
if the cap fits wear it
The Sun Stealer
Oh ya i forgot. Hi Everyone.. Still quite new here. Just trying to share what i wrote all these times. Have a nice times for all of you :)
elo's challenge ?
not sure if this fits the brief Elo if not I don't think I can do anything lol
What is Pain ? ? ?
I saw the word pain and this is the result
A piece of me
A treasure chest is opened The key is hung around my neck Your reasonings have been blackened by time You said you were searching for answers You said, 'Give me peace..' You said, 'The chains are to strong..' Who am I that I should make at
When the rose rises
She is but a humble seed craddled in the warm arms of mother earth Enshrouded in darkness her loving stem pushes quietly and ever upwards towards the sun of life She is but a bud of hope when her tiny peddles and dew drop eyes smile at the
Give me something
Give, give, give, me something.. Something that tastes like your girlish dreams.. Give me your pensive gaze, the one that drank a forlorn sigh in a lonely cup of tea Give..shall I plead? A taste of your bare feet touching the pristine leaves
The offering
What have I to give thee that you do not already possess Am I not a sojourner through life as thee I built you cities and vindyards yet you sit upon your terrace and gaze at the stars Your heart yearns for that mystical union that beckons yo
to work or not to
you don't have to really work, if you don't really want to, but you still have to go and do, so that you can bring back some food! to live to eat or eat to live, is not the same as one with the other, to make a living or stay at home, depend
Jobless
I am tired, Do you mind! Had a rough day, Got nothing else to say. You are fired, Pack up and sign, This is your last pay, Goodbye and out this way. They are hired Cheap bargain find, They're here to stay, Stealing our jobs nowadays
Direct depo$it
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Heaven OR Hell $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Banking hours: Open til you die After that no refunds
Detached
Just feeling a bit in a "funk" and this was my interpretation of it
The Beautiful Victrola
I was trying to write a poem that was somehow reflective of the lost value (in todays world) of elderly folks without being insensitive or tactless in my effort. My intention was to declare that The Beautiful Victrola STILL has much value and worth - just as our wonderful aged folks around the world also have!!! Hugs to all you wonderful, beautiful, lovely aged people who read this poem as being my personal effort of expressing a tribute to your worth in poetic expression.
Ghosts
~~ Knew a lot of soldiers who were very broken from the things they saw and did in the line of duty... also for the many people ive spoken with over the decades who could not face their own ghosts and continued to hide until it killed them ~~ **** the font on this is deliberately set low to shade into the background to set ambience for the writing****
Consciousness, the divine wine
Because you know.. We have declared you gods.. Because great pain has been born of understanding you must die the death of knowledge But you shall be healed of life by He who has power over the sting of death Only by faith can you ever see
Eden drank our inheritance
A soulful kiss is but the illusion of a serpent gone mad.. He denied us the kiss that comes without knowledge because the kiss of knowledge is frought with the birth pangs of guilt.. We wanted the kiss of endless burning suns, but we received
Velvet Hand
There is something of me in everything I write. Strong is best, getting strong is the goal...
Three Swans
Purple hue on the horizon Clouds waltz by like a slow song Purple river flowing by the meadow And the river is winding and long Birds fly up in the sky with purple wings I see kites so high with purple strings Toy soldiers marching fast as t
The lion never sleeps
Cuddle by your warm fireplace within your walled cities says the mighty lion Build you vinyards lavish with the fruit of the ground Watch your children play in the warm breeze of life's summer Regale your minds with the threadbare wisdom of t
An Impermanent Affair
This bag of bones This flesh & blood Concept birthed a picket fence Hear the sound Sight the found O’er a rainbow by way of ground Where did it come from? Where did it go? From a place the lost do moan Find me a miracle Find me a
I Lower My Head
my hair dresser, he is amazing
Parental discretion advised*
How long will christmas be legal?
Harsh
The icy wind stripped her skin to bone and crops of goose bumps dotted her bare arms and legs. She guarded her skirt from filling with air and exposing her most private of places. She pulled her blouse closed at her neck, and while doing so, felt h
You thought I was God...
From the time you were born, From your first cry, From that first searching look you directed at me, I knew that you thought I was God... From the first time I held you securely in my arms, From the first time I comforted your tears, From the
Come in from the rain dear poets..
The clouds have showered your affections and your audience has taken cover.. Pithy words were seen in mud puddles and splashed on unforgiving hearts The wise, the good, and the beautiful took shelter in dank caves Come in my friends, warm your
Cat smiles
ok ladies..I wasen't in some crazy bar.lol I home drinking coffee waiting for a real fine girl like you.. But don't make me wait forever...I'm not all that strong..lol
The forever love
How often has the winters wind whispered a dream upon your rosy cheeks and frosty breath.. In the wee hours of twlights velvet sky have I not warmed your heart with the promise of celestial glory? Perhaps you saw my form in the changing clouds
Kindness versus E =mc2
All the data was in.. E=mc2- It means energy and mass are Equivalent times the speed of Light squared.. Wow! What a mind job! What do you say to Something like that? Oh, Albert! What you're saying is that A great deal of energy can Be ext
My hands
Sculpted by divine craftsmenship.. Electrified with the essence of mortal touch Fine tuned for the brush of a woman's cheek A protection of power cupling her Chin A probe exploring the mysteries of womenhood My hands..
Welcoming the Divine II...
It used to be, that I’d waste precious hours of ‘life-time’ trying to figure out why, suddenly, for any of a myriad reasons, acrimony erupts between me and my beloved, In the past, I’d want to ‘analyze this to death’, And, I’d easily win any argume
I Feel
I feel the shedding off The pulling off of Care As if I am removing a Hood from my head I feel the exposure As if the hat I wear Is being lifted off By a gust of wind Or an other's hand I feel the bareness As if I am a snake And my s
Tall Walls
The walls are tall Like looking up into the Trees Of a great rain forest I am sandwiched Between two great High rises Shoulder to shoulder People everywhere But the walls, so tall I stand in shadows Invisible in shadows The walls a
The Past
There is no past What was I thinking? My past is gone Different zip codes Phone numbers and faces I have forgotten many Places and faces and Who I remember have Forgotten me and What is done is done Facebook has new Faces New place
Performance Artist
I am a Performance Artist I model and pose As an ancient stone Goddess Without a head or arms I am a Performance Artist Even if it is not my Performance That performs the Climax In most unpleasing Light Some see me And I have seen
Me
I am an artist and writer and a tourist in my fish bowl. I have a treasure chest with pearls and crowns, all at the bottom of the sea. My hands are never tied and they are busy all the time. Just you wait and see.
Today
Today Today, I put some earrings on I may color my hair, Hide the roots but I cannot hide my roots What roots I have are not in Any specific place But they are always With me I could get in shape Change my shape Change my job I can alt
Paring Knife
I have a new canvas now The gesso is virginal. Pure, with no stroke by Brush or pencil Not touched by hand or knife Not witness to the communication Between Mind, eye execution I have a new canvas now A blossom not yet plucked A fruit rip
a flash before your eyes
I suppose many of us must buckle down with this most dangerous weather event before us. it will have become devastating and deadly for so many....
From you to me and me to you...
From me to you, Something borrowed, From me to you , Something new and old, From me to you, Something used, From me to you, Something broken, From you to me, Something lost and forgotten, From you to me, Something stolen and gone, Fr
Expectations
A white Line dividing The highway An armadillo Crossing The night Slamming Into concepts Brakes & skid marks
Mannequin Who Loves
Commenting on a rather bizarre fascination with model-like mannequins on display in a local shop always dressed in the latest fashion while walking along Main Street at night behind her tall pane of glass....so just just kinda going with it......pure poetry needs really no reason ay all....just rhymes sometimes....right...??