Yellowed Pages
I had this thing, ya see. With an ex...in jail he'd write me letters, apologizing for all the wrongs he'd done...He got out and it was a different story. I'd only hear from him from time to time, or not at all. He'd tell me he wanted to marry me, give me the things he denied me years ago...but if you can't fight for who or what you want...why bother? It's been 4 months since I've last heard from him. This is over. I am free. I have chosen, to say no. I am stronger.
The Lonely Maltese woman
My first night in Malta.
La Ballerina
Elle se tient la, Danseuse delicate, Pleine de doucer dans ses gestes, Pleine de douceur dans sa danse, Courant leger, Ballerina Legere sur la pointe de pieds, Elle flotte dans les airs, S’ envole, Ballerina, Elle envolue doucement un son d
The Ballerina
ruff translation.
To know
Just knowing there is potential, is so grand.
Useless....Useless
John Wilkes Booth last words before dying was "Tell mother I died for my country" He then asked to see his hands and said, "useless...useless." The assassin of Abraham Lincoln...
Just...
just listening to the quiet in a room.
do you know that i love you?
Do you Know that I Love you? Author: shamus Do you know that I love you? Do you know that I care? What words could I tell you, To assure you I'm there? I hear you crying, I see your fear. Know that I am coming, Until then, persevere. Listen
Thirsty sorrow
I wrote this poem, not being a drinker but giving my heart to one. I'm hoping that people who drink will be inspired to look with in and find away to quench their sorrow
Healing of colour
One single tear Can bring such peace To ones soul Shower of colour Upon our earth Can heal so many
Kisses from above
My inspiration was a cobweb early in the morning. I blessed my new friend the spider who was so creative to create such a master piece
Falling star
I hope this inspires people as much as I was to write it
Three Wise Monkeys
This poem is based on a real life experience, the legend of the three wise monkeys is true to my knowledge, and has great significance in our lives, it may be a Buddah statue I am not sure of it's actual origin. please enjoy this tale. Written: 18th January 2014
Peace
we all long for a peaceful life...peace is like a clear river...it must flow from one point to the other... Let us be the vessels Peace springs from....
respect.........
my son realising his mistakes..........
what you want from me world
what you want from me world tell me whit your plastic face whit your empty heart don t walk behind me you think i walk the way you want never all people follow your way i not i don t care what the world think about me i only know there are more lose
real or fake
show me your real face fake face whit your smile do you got a heart or mind you like joking you like hurting people is all you can do in real life you got no life low life empty so you need find it in cyberworld you can find many there milions they c
A love from the heart
this is a poem i wrote in other be love i have had upper and down relationship and i imaging that if i write what i feel inside me down on a paper people will learn to understand me more, maybe than i can be able to find a perfect match for myself one i can trust.I know is very hard to find a real human online but i think it's time to take a leap of faith in giving good relationship a chance to grow.
i hate you world
i hate you world you play but i don t play your games you searching for attention then you need play sure they know how too play your game world if they don t do it they lose there fake face so tell me world are ur happy in your fake world
my arab love story.
am writing this love poets story to let you know how is feels good to be in love and how it hurt to be out of love.,,,,,,,,,,,,
emotional journey
for you my darling friend SR and all those that have loved and lost.
facebook status
This poem is about 'n African who is proud of being 'n African Yet also understands tha he is also what he is because of God, he sings praise for what he is, he admire the beaauty of Africa with all the poverty. This poem is about me and I wrote it when I discovered how lucky I was that God has updated me. The African.........
Broken And Beautiful
Perhaps, it is because of the experience of being broken by hurt, and the suffering that goes with it, in whatever area of life, that we are able to experience greater depths of happiness at a later time. Kahlil Gibran says: "The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain." Perhaps, it is within the very cracks of our brokenness that we can discover a new joy and beauty that we may not be able to experience if we were not cracked and broken. I wish to dedicate this piece to those who have experienced acute pain and suffering in their lives, whether in romantic love or otherwise. Remember the words of Kahlil Gibran!
Provence
A reflection of a beautiful time spent in Provence.
Charish
My best friend was going through a really difficult time. She lost her sister to breast cancer so I wrote this poem to, hopefully, help her understand that there are others who love her, no matter what crisis exits in our lives.
Life
You are a pattern of God Whose grace created life Blessed I am who found That beauty in your eyes Tell me of all the kind years As well as those of sorrow For I will catch every tear And keep them from tomorrow
Telling A Tale
This house talks as if telling it's own story. It starts with a simple sound of winds blowing though the pipes. It seems to be as if this place has it's own attitude. It wants to make you aware of the people that was once H..E..R..E The
Life
All of my girls can brighten my day :)
IT'S FOR FREE
@Sinquisitive - Within the 5 senses of Quinsatious, lays things none of us know or can explain- Only to tap a splice moment of life xx
GOING BEYOND MYSELF
Inner dribble that flow outward ..
HIND WITHIN
A taste of the gentle ..
ME ANOTHER YOU
'In general terms' we are all not that far from each other..xx
ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH
Obviously i would take my lovely wife with me ........he he
Follow yourself through Time
Is life an accumulation of anguish or the pursuant of a mountain of generic modification added to at each generation. A learning process void of harmony just a few bitter and sweet lessons handed to each generation like a baton sometimes light and l
STAND UP SPEAK UP RISE UP
STAND UP SPEAK UP RISE UP If we don't stand up we better be prepared to watch another soul go down If we don't speak up we'll be living in despair another life gone down town if we don't rise up and be counted for we leave another s
Reasons
For Marikia as always you give me the inner strength to find me.
The Me Decade
I know this is a different type of write from me..I've had this contemporary type semi-autobiographical idea for this poem for some time..Inspired by Tom Wolfe's 1976 term of the 1970's being the "me decade." In order for Americans to relate to each other was to have a so called national therapy group..It seemed like everyone had a guru, priest, spiritual adviser or prophet...
Fear of Pain
This is my first poem posted since ive been out of jail. i will be posting more soon. this one along with the next several i have written in jail. i hope u enjoy my writing.
Seeds Of Eternity
Seeds Of Eternity Beyond the sunset where peace is found, There will not be found reason to cry, For beyond that veil without bound We find our home when our bodies die. Where the ocean ends and time e'er sleeps, Together in love we will e'
The Shroud That Shows
The Shroud That Shows I will meet you past twilight's last gleaming, Where bliss is but a memory away, And our embrace halts the tears streaming In night's refuge until the break of day. You will be mine and yours I'll ever be, Each night
I am Finally Free
hello my friends I love you all..