the 10 word challenge
All words have to be used only once any style poem my friends good writing
We Come
I am African-American with a strong sense of who I am. I appreciate the struggle of the brothers and sisters that enables me to do the things that I do.
the awakening moment of a mans life(baby)
We will have our baby in August can't wait
Seat of kings
a fort that always looks dreamy in my eyes
It's ok
Awww, c’mon! For real? That’s just illusion. I’m not into delusion. I feel too real. I remember everything crystal clear. The hurt, the pain, right now, right here. But it’s all ok. Everything goes away. We’re all going away. We’re all
Simply Awake
Simply waking in my simple house Simple yawn, simple cuppa, simple cat’s meow Ooooh… the birds singing their simple song Ya know, the major screw ups I have made They don’t interfere with my simple life now I have simply grown I am
~I think as a writer~
Your written words reflect Mind space, life As you live in your days. A journal of sorts If I can say How you were feeling By words on display. Some write words of personal strife Others topic, oriented verse. Yet those words hold a ma
Happiness is bad!
An article I came across in the Internet and translated for you. Don't know the author, and this is not my opinion, but I agree with the advice given by the scholars: the more you think about being happy and such things the less happy you feel. Better think about how fortunate you are to have been brought here on earth as a rational human being capable of all earthly and unearthly feelings. This is happiness in a true sense! I am thankful to God for each and every day of seeing the beauties of His creation all around!!!
A New Day
New day new beginning new life
A few extra pounds
A few extra pounds weighed heavy on her mind But her electrifying smile was one of a kind The other girls in the office could swish and sway They thought slim and slender would win the day But their pride was hurt when that man walked in A
Cheers
A Sunday morning poem..Thanks and cheers!
A Positive Message !
This is for anyone affected by Negative feelings !
Dreams
Dreams, I love you!
dance of the sun
About my favorite author William Shakespeare
My Life
One day every one of us will be judged by the Father for what we have done!
Poetry Short
Just some thoughts I had...
Lines written in the English Lake district.
The English lake district inspires the pen which has not ink enough to scribe it's beauty.
~What is a poem~
Poem's a word derived from a thought So that thought created the word we call Poem Everyone here has that flair in their pen Which mean's there's no wrong and no right To it's shape. ......... I'd thought about adding more words to above Y
Life is not a poem
Life is not a poem that makes a perfect rhyme Our heart is ever a mystery that puzzles our natural mind We seek meaning from without from a thousand shifting winds Enlightened by our virtues and captive to our sins Shot through and through
feel just feel
Shhhh just listen to the silence breathe in the whispers hold onto the night and feel the rain on your bare feet. Lay out on the side walk close your eyes and dream. Feel just feel the moments just feel the silence and breathe.
Eleanor
Eleanor Roosevelt she did alot in her own way to help this country the usa
Human Behavior
As I told my dad, I just wrote a 6 line poem, it's very simple. And he says...simple can be good. As a human race, we're disappointed when things change...or stay the same or...fuget abou it, mate! Things change, go with the flow.
Humour
For Humour is vast and if its spelt right, Humor for yanks, but humour for brits or the pale limey white, but which came first for theres not many that know, that colour was once color that brits changed after king george lost his show, with th
KSENIYA SIMONOVA - ACROSTIC TRIBUTE
Impressive feat being the first Ukrainian Got Talent champion but more so for her gentle nature and humility...giving the glory to God instead of her own abilities...and for having a heart...a giving heart to those in need...
The Greatest Wall (Orientalkoru challenge)
China is my obsession.
Struggle
A bird does not sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.. Unknown
The Poet
:-) he wrote his words A describer of fiction and dreams His poetic proes The conjourer of words His rythmic rymes He gave his poems life They jumped from the page They engulf the reader to his charm He gave them his words he gave thm
Prayer of the soup kitchen
Written after visiting a soup kitchen yesterday..
What would be your last poem?(Challenge)
You only have a day to live.. You need to summon all your powers of being and come to grips with the last poem you'll ever write.. The field is wide open.. What would you express to a world seemingly bent on self destruction.. Or might you
going going gone.................cafetwo challenge
hope you don't mind me jumping in on this challenge Cafte..........
Family Tree
Sunday morning poem...Thanks for reading. Happy Sunday!
Hope is the think with feathers
Hope is the think with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all. And sweetest in the gale is herad; And sore must be the storm That could bash the little bird That kept so many warm.
Sun of Hope
The graceful Sun Shining with its beauty Brings hope to the world Shining in the darkest of times Giving those without hope, A light so gorgeous and pure That can warm the heart With a single touch To bring those who are down Into the light,
Joy of Laughter
Laughter is a beautiful thing It brings happiness and joy to the world Giving the world a great and loving beacon of life That can make any person smile Its like the sounds of an awakening morning That brings life the the day As the sunrise bri
Last Poem Challenge
Just wanted to stop by and say hi! I hope everyone is doing well....I miss you all!!
Ode to Poet's Corner
still not the drums from distant hedge they call to us of prose and pen and gather we as twilight sighs no longer but words but face meeting eyes and strip from your flesh your veils of cloth and naked stand your passions sought fe
Freedom
Freedom You started to climb the mountaintop, The highest in the world. The air is thin, Your breath seems short, The struggle of getting there. But once on top, You can't believe, How breathtaking it's become. The trees are in abundance
Poet to Poet 5-3-14
Poet to Poet- Journal Entry 5-3-14 Dawn graces us/ Hot Coffee & burnt toast fills the air Poet, It's daylight now, The nights seem so endless sometimes. Yet, here at the CoffeeShop at the Edge of
MEMORIES
All couples worry over the big things in life.Like how an if the bills get paid.Bv at lifes end its the small things that matter.A kiss,a touch,a gental hand even a smile thats going to be missed an will only matter.In one word.MEMORIES..
Poet to Poet- 5-5-14
Poet to Poet - Journal Entry 5-5-14 evening/ missing you/ dear poet/ the jazz sounds so beautiful ....... and the candlelight throws such a beautiful light upon things ..... quiet and peaceful ........ a time to be thought
TIME!
This Poem is about the Progression of Life, Love and Refuge!
Up side down and in side out…..
In this moment of growth My friend Let’s be frank To leave To disengage Is much easier than To stay To face the fear Let's be frank My friend In this moment of growth