Take Care Of Your Friends
Caring for the friends in one's life. This was originally written by Baxter Black and is one of my favorites. :)
My World's a Mirror
Our world reflects back at us the attitude we have and that will become our experience!
Painted Words
You paint the words i can see An understand the meaning of thee Revealing inner identity Beautiful an lovely
Foolish game
Just thinking about how it's easy to pass judgement
Twilight of Life
Carrying on with life at whichever age. What's important is living a life, the freshness of air we breathe while still alive... Just the oldie one I decided to revive before it vanishes for good.
lemon summer
life waters down the sour taste. to feel the warm wind on my face. im satisfied to know my place. go slow my friends this is not a race. so feel the warm wind and dawns grand embrace. its a lemon summer so go out and live every day.
Mirror, mirror...
The trap which not to fall into... Don't do this at home, kids!
summer time
too many of the youth now days stays inside and play those video games very rarely gets outside or at least i know few people like this.
Making of a Masterpiece (a poets poem)
hope this poem does the title justice.
If Ever
Again and again when I start writing a comment I am so slow in doing it that my comment gradually grows into a poem. This is as a comment to Fellsman's latest "Just Suppose ..."
remote..control
(....off with the nasty instructions,no need)
The Shadow of Your Smile
Being inspired by my fellow poet's poem bearing the same title.
Where Am I............
For my older sister ...........recently retired from nursing of thirty odd years or more .......headed off around Oz by herself driving a v8 four wheel drive camper ..........all 5ft 2 and 55kg frame .........safe travels sis
JESUS...my rainbow (an original poem from a book of Inspiration that I published in 2016)
Life's stormy weathers are easier to bear with Jesus's help.:-)
HIP HOP
the poem is self explanatory its time for hip hop to go back down to where there father lies LUCIFER
marvelous lady
To all our wonderful poet s corner ladies
BOOKS......
the gift ....... reading
CHOOSE LOVE AND LIGHT
Have a Blessed All Soul's Day
I'm Cast Down
(*) this is not my experience, ( long ballad)! Poor man's life. . ; It has poor ryhming and meter in places ; I'll stop trying to fix myself, And step into a brand new life . O Jesus, I messed up very badly, Can you help me in a new start, Can you forgive a real sinner , Im sorry for all the wrong i've done , Wash me with your forgiveness, I'll try to walk a better path , Be the man I ought to be , Read your Word for direction, And live in Your Liberty . this is the finish.
Welcome To New CS Poets
There has been a lot of activity recently here on Poetry Corner. Several of the more senior poets seem to have taken a break. Let's hope they return soon. In the meantime, several new poets have appeared. This piece is a welcome to them. Poetry is larger than any individual or group of indivduals. The show must go on. I invite all poets, including the new, to post their views on Poetry Corner. We can all benefit from each others' views. Thanks!
Sunrise
Your beauty warms me, And I feel my heart start to melt in pure bliss I toss my hair back and raise my chin to feel your radiance Golden waves caress my cheek, as the breeze whispers your name The mornings perfume is heavy in the air, Aiming
Poets (Jade Challenge)
This has actually turned out to be my own challenge, which is writing a poem with using all the same letter. You may want to try it!
Hope
Hope is the birthplace of our dreams; it’s perched in our souls. Hope sings an eternal song avoiding all impossibilities with a returning option. Hope is like an undistinguished flame that shouldn’t ever fully burn out. Hope allows us to not hit r
Joining the Stars
She stands on the porch in her thin nightgown. The last rays of the day are fading over the horizon. A soft breeze announces evening's arrival. As she sits on the hard wooden railing. Two birds fly among the treetops, heading home.
What has made me a man?
Vazha-Pshavela (26 July 1861 – 10 July 1915) is a pen name of the Georgian poet and writer Luka Razikashvili, one of the best representatives of Georgian literature. "Vazha-Pshavela" literally means "a son from Pshavi" (a mountain district) in Georgian. This is just a humble translation of the poem from Georgian for your pleasure, dear poets.
Let God
God Has A Mind Of His Own
~So~
It is what it is and it seems to become greater as the clock ticks. I know many of you who read this reach down and do find you have the courage to step out, yet you can't, be it for fear of? Am I wrong, tell me so please.
Death
There will be peace ahead and skies of blue Waiting ahead for me there will be you Here laughter tears all pain is forgotten My days ahead will be days spent with you Music of life just barely hanging on Sounds of the heart that has already go
reflection..............
I saw a personality trait i absolutely detest.........and realised it is a part of me an possibly a part of everyone........i hope to change this part of me
THE PALE BLUE DOT
I have used Carl Sagan's Pale Blue dot speech as Inspiration, Carl's inspiration was ""....an image taken, at Sagan's suggestion, by Voyager 1 on February 14, 1990. As the spacecraft left our planetary neighborhood for the fringes of the solar system, engineers turned it around for one last look at its home planet. Voyager 1 was about 6.4 billion kilometers (4 billion miles) away, and approximately 32 degrees above the ecliptic plane, when it captured this portrait of our world. Caught in the center of scattered light rays (a result of taking the picture so close to the Sun), Earth appears as a tiny point of light, a crescent only 0.12 pixel in size."" (Source- http://www.planetary.org/explore/space-topics/earth/pale-blue-dot.html?referrer=https://www.google.co.uk/?referrer=http://www.planetary.org/explore/space-topics/earth/pale-blue-dot.html) , where ever possible I have used his words and shuffled them a bit and added a line here and there , to make the whole thing scan a bit better as a poem. I have taken a few liberties in places , but I acknowledge that freely, So I dedicate this Poem to the memory of the Late great Carl Sagan
STAND UP FOR WHAT"S RIGHT
YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO STAND UP FOR INJUSTICE; NO MATTER WHAT THE COST!
THE RING
JASMINE MY LOVE! YOU WILL ALWAYS BE; DADDY"S CHAMPION!
THE REAL TRUTH
THE LORD IS REAL FOR HE GAVE ME A GREAT GIFT WHICH MAN HAS LOOKED FOR SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME!
S O M E T H I N G T O L I V E F O R
Don't know the author, I must say it is inspirational !
healing
Not sure bout title may change later
What Is Poetry ?
Everyone judges poetry differently and many say this is not a poem/poetry, so what is really poetry and how do we really perceive it, you be the judge and please make comments, because in my eyes poetry is a true projection from your mind and how you put pen to paper. Written: 21st July 2013
Learning poetry II (Quatrain)
A quatrain is a type of stanza , or a complete poem, consisting of four lines There are twelve possible rhyme schemes , but the most traditional and common are: AAAA , AABB , and ABAB .
Dreams And Nightmares
Are dreams and nightmares similar ? My poem will enlighten you on your thoughts in the 'Dream World' Written : 16th July 2013
A Knight in Black Leather
This is a little piece, in memory of the late great Irish Rocker Philip Lynott.
No Pockets in My Garments
After the death of a friend who was also a song writer and singer, this set of lyrics popped into my head, along with a tune, while I was thinking of my departed friend "Mr. James". I felt like he was singing it to me.
Another Day
My heart beats to the rhythm of a war drum As my eyes fade they fall away from the horizon Because what my ey
He waits for her
A gentle soul who is at peace now