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For the Isolated
Three quatrains, the last two lines of each borrowed from T.S. Eliot's “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.” https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/44212/the-love-song-of-j-alfred-prufrock
No words
Daddy wont you keep me safe, daddy wont you keep me safe, Im only two, I depend on you, daddy wont you keep me safe. Daddy, please dont walk away, daddy stay with me today, daddy dont go, I love you so, daddy please, dont you know?
Hallelujah
humming Leonard Cohen's tune I penned some lines
Float Away
Lost love, dead marriage, loathing her husband and pretends to love him for that night and drinks herself to sleep until she floats away. Grasping at straws before the final end.
Wasted Years
This is a reflection of keeping yourself pure for someone for six years and then they moved on.
Raindrops
Personal reflections in the gloom of a rainy day.
Can you live without me
Is it merely a poem that I love writing I love riding poems are at least expressing palms I'm also a philosopher of life I believe in things that may be and may not be I look at things in straight eyes and not I don't wear Rose colored glasses I see things the way they are some people look at things in a positive way and some people look at things in a negative way this is what makes us all different and great ways if no one really understands negative and positive always attract their selves no matter what you cannot put a positive positive together they just won't work if you're a magnet but if you flip them over and try to put them together they will stick together so hard that it's very hard to pull them apart life is like a magnet you have to be attracted to each other to be able to make it work
Evermore
Our favourite season, or it was... just not the same, since my husband passed.. God, I miss him!
Scar on my skin
my wrists shackled to her feet Laughing at my will breaking a wretch in black lipstick has me without bones I'm crawling she stakes her nails in me scratching my back blood drains free venom seeps in and I'm shaking I sit at my alter she is
Unknown Solace
It denotes life, nature, a relationship between complexities of the world, and how in the end, all the mind and heart craves for is peace and love wherever it is being offered.
The Last ...
Little did I realize ... it was the last hug ... the last kiss ... Whenever I look back, it is something I will still miss ... Though I've become much wiser , more self certain ... and stronger to deal with whatever pain ... there will alway
growing old
am sad guys cant help it writing crap all the time. wish i was better at it
the river
for amanda my wife of 40 years who died on 30/4
Why you ghostin?
Jeeze, I forgot about this one. When I compile my list of poems to go into my book for publishing, this will be the starting poem.
Brokenhearted blues
writing me some blues
Simple breakfast for a simple man
Great expectations in the night out
A Lovers Lament..
The pain of love....
Happy Birthday to one who left me
Take me back to first day you said you love me To that wonderful feeling you given to me then Even now you cheated and betrayed that love You still my heart everyday with an aching pain You always knew and how I loved you forever I saw your ey
Loretta
running with the past
Only a fool
Only a fool would believe in a dream As she comes to him upon silver streams Only a fool sees such beauty as he sings her a song because he feels it's his duty Only a fool is often blind not to see her smile is selectively kind Only a fool c
No one to come
I know there is no one to come But I still have my windows open Gazing hopefully Into the distant pathways Where the flowers have fallen I am Just waiting in the patio For the someone I know will never come But I have a chair ready for I k
The love
This talk about things in the air
Now that you are gone
Now that you are gone I hear your song Now that I pushed you away for no apparent reason I still see your loving ray with every summer season Your truth sings like a bird in a meadow it lights the darkness within the shadows Though with
Rivers of my Face
At my age this is fairly accurate. I am on a sabbatical from my novel because I need to write some new poetry, not much, but one now and again to refresh my warped mind.
Love lost
I still think of you often I still yearn for your touch My soul finds repose in your arms. I still miss your blue eyes Your laugh and your smile The essence of all of your charms. Your genuine nature - your soul searching zest Your pleasi
This Empty Soul
I wrote this for a beautiful mother, a beautiful wife, an awesome singer who is going through a lot at the moment. When another woman pours her heart out to you and you feel their every pain and anguish because you've been there or it makes you realise that's exactly where you are at that moment; a special bond can come out of it. There is so much pain, due to unmet needs that creates a feeling of loneliness or at times neglect. She longs to be loved in a manner that resonates to her but the other person insists of loving her the way he wants to. I find many make this mistake; maintaining love is like maintaining a car...you can't put diesel in a petrol-fueled car nor the other way around and expect it to last. To me that's so simple...I don't understand why people can't see it. It is sad how we have made married- life like it's just a joke. We see everyone of us wearing smiles, posting images of fulfilled lives...family lives especially...when most are broken. This obsession of wearing a facade...I don't get it. I cried with her; that very moment I understand why she feels alone. I always feel alone and though I am really good at filling my life up with so many things to do and I don't rely on anyone to do the things with in life I totally get her when she said "to have someone to share life with, to have someone to create memories with, to have someone to converse with especially when you are in a foreign land, to have some who shows care and concern, to have people who really do their hardest to connect and make you feel like a significant part of their lives, can make life so much more meaningful and could save a lot of marriages and kids from being victims of broken homes and broken lives". I totally agree with her.
Love
I love and lost really to love again Love have no boundaries or no color
confusing
feeling this way, today. Forever.
after effects
residual effects, picking up pieces
let it be my mantra
what do you believe this is what i believe destiny
first song
i tried to write a song, now i need someone to sing it
Voice through void
Well, my girlfriend left me. I had to0 much to drink and wrote down some of my thoughts and feelings. I have never written a poem in my life before this.
The Note
Self explanatory, I hope, like the note!
Lest we Forget
Imagine the picture perfect cottage with roses growing around the door and love that once dwelt within now sadly faded, the packing of cases, the feeling of loss and final closing of the door........
the wild swan of blackrock
down by the cold sea there lives a wild swan who floats high on the harbour till all tides are gone all alone in this world she sails by her leave and the heart of this viewer forever she'll thieve as dawn gathers shadows about its own hand th
A Thousand Goodbye
A peaceful breakup by my boyfriend...the moment of feelings that I felt then.
Angel in transition
Sweet fragrant bouquet Impregnated and impressed upon the bed linen He has returned home yet his aroma lingers Enrapturing sensations Of warmth and love A ball of unconsuming fire Glowing and rotating in the midst of my solar plexus
A Heart Shaped Stone
We are not made immortal and maybe neither is a stone.....unless it is a beautiful gemstone......and it would surely outlive us.......and still be held tight, adored, and loved by whoever treasures it.
Sound of Angels
My grandfather's account of a friend's death. This is my interpretation.
old cars and rusted hearts
the cafe was closing and the air was darker than age Mary was fixing her order and her world had become like a cage will you still see me on Sunday? will you wear that dress and look nice..? but you know that a question ai
SILENT CLUES.....
can love be rekindled