Finally
This is a poem about making it to the top after some hard work and taking the time out to say I have reached. Personally I have not reached where I want to be but I am working towards it.
Water
I think I was feeling..Content.
Rescue
Cigarettes, porcelain cups Your coffee always filled with ashes Like the sorrow in our childrens hearts If we don't rectify their trembling Your mind will never rest at ease Nor your future hold success If we don't learn from our mistakes Doom
By Myself
I finally made it all the way Back to how I was before And at the end of every day I know I've made it for sure I've struggled from the very bottom And will eventually make it to the top I thought that I'd been forgotten Even that didn't make
On a roll
Sometimes life can be depressing and sometimes life can pull you down, makes you feel like it's all backwards and you're the pawn being shoved around, remember you are who you really are And you're the one that's in control, the same rights jus
Teardrop into the Ocean
Deep ribbons of the ocean current Flow seamly on its underbelly The stars in night sky are hung Like golden bright chandeliars Giving it a dense breathe of air like a lung Most would find solace in this calm Nothing to denotate here nothing t
lost sheep
Shepherd on a lonely hill watch the sheep there resting still all the number is 100 silent as the stars look on come the morning when you count them 99 there one is gone so you search the field and hillside up the mountain -valley t
the dark cold truth of your mind
darkness inches by like a forest alive liberation is our hope we stand in the truth just to find there lies are pain falling on us like tears from the sky liberation is our hope to keep our dreams alive this is the dark cold truth of your mind diggin
Are You Perfect
I see their eyes as they cast judgement on me Just because I am not what they expect me to be Not normal, they say, with their noses upturned If today was the end, then shurely I would burn But they know not my heart, who I am inside Just becaus
Season
the cosset of autumn...
dream.
dream you slumber still when will you awake as flowers open in bloom when will you open your eyes begin to arise and so materialize for dreamers are waiting on you
sinews bone and clay
This is who i am sinews bones and clay standing still on this spinning earth we are mortal men yet our passions strong we get hot inside as the blood runs on with a mind to reason to calculate with a heart to care with a soul to relate
johntheraven1 ready to excite you
my spirits alive im ready to excite you with every poem that i write changing faces changing the mind floating by like im a mime drawn out pictures just to shock you with my praise love you all in this poem page take me with you to your thoughts toda
~Cross Hairs~
How's the day to day going? A little moment to think where an how ur going to get where you wanna be at :)
We want..
We want many things in this life Love,power ,money and fame And we want them faster And we want all. But we forget to ask One thing ad maybe The most important one. To be a healthy person. What sense has to have all If u are sick and can't
my poems
doesn't matter what you think even if some of them do stink vote if you like are just take a hike
Stand up!
I speak english as a third language, so I appologize If any of the words, doesn´t fit exactly, or it ` s not well written.
Beautiful One Part Two
This is how I see beauty....in real life and on the internet...
In Touch
just heard a word on the radio and didn't really know exactly what it meant, so I looked it up.
love
a friend asked me to write something good this is my poem for you friend
His Love for You
The simplicity of the Creators love for His Creation.
YOUR JIGSAW?
Ah.....Life!.....lol......Andrew.....xxx
shadows
shadow born with me silent companion everywhere i journey never took a holiday never left my side in of all life good times or bad dark image cast you grew with me two of us wandered the road of life you cloaked in silence me in much spea
Child of the Sun
Were we just lost children of the sun? Loose embers of infinite consciousness given a piece of time to form into beings to put a time on our peace What secrets were we after? In the thrill of the moment what dark secrets did we hide? The be
down to Earth
ok, maybe today's NOT the day...one never knows...
A good word is..
A good word is always Like a bless from God Even is in a virtual World a good word makes A lot,especially told In hard times. A good word when All it seems hard for u Gives u a little hope And a little ray on u face. A good word said at the
rage of sunset/ coffee n tea
morning dreams as we wake to our coffee n tea we talk all day long about life in another way to another world another place we go on and the rage of sunset lives as we talk and darkness comes over our heads and we dream until morning again we wake to
How Was Your Day?
How do you do? Pleased to meet you! And so, my friend, how was your day? Did a friend give you a favor to do? A stranger smile at a thing you say? May I buy a drink? What would you like? A fined day is it not? Did you get to wink and wave a
Human
in my imagination
Summerheat
good day..for everyone
The Prose of Promise
This is a poem i wrote in response to a poem that a CS member named: aliyahlexi wrote in one of her blogs. Yet, i wanted it to apply to everyone...and not just her. So i wrote it in such a way that might capture us all. It has several meanings to it. Depending on the reader's knowledge and understanding, will depict how much is gotten from it. ~Namaste
to carol Joyce
I love your poems
Morning
Glorious morning you send the sun above the horizon to gently perforate my skin Sinking in your warm rays to glow from within To feel the light run through my veins So does my sense of self remain
No Miracles
A miracle is rare you say Perhaps they don't exist. Such a thing is dreamers play Wise skeptics do insist. And yet there still is wonder At things we can't explain. But no miracles to ponder For such folly is in vain. Surrounding us ubiqu
Haiku/Senryu Compilation.
Bird Table ... Haiku Icy lacy frost blankets Holly bush and tree, Graces berry feast. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.- Sky Art ... Haiku Crimson wisps blood-stain azure's fading sky to paint dusk's art at sunset. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Balance
One of my favorites my dad ever wrote. Really inspires me to look around myself at the balances around me, and the disturbances. Yes, I`ll start putting up some of my own tomorrow. I found some more wolfy ones:)
Winds of Change
Change or Accept - the two choices in every situation - and the only two choices, fundamentally. Abject misery is the result of being unwilling to make the choice and then embrace and face it.
Nature's touch
flyin'arround in nature..
The Aliens Have Landed and They Want To Stay
All the passers by who control me Wonder if they ever seen me phased And all the passers by who call my name It's up to them for an embrace Resigned to those who began this case The passers by look till the end of day. Take on the vanis
An Ode to Joy
"Joy, for all your past pain and suffering, the setbacks you endured, the shocks that came your way, you felt so insecure... "In spite of all this, you triumphed against all the odds, you showed that life must carry on, releasing your heart from
Sweet Poetry
Sometimes special things within ourselves are hidden for years or always; but with the right "nourishment" we can all blume into beautiful flowers.
Thanks
...not just a word..