HARRY POTTER'S MAGICAL WAND
My thoughts kept running back to you Why did you ever come into my life Remembered the first day when my eyes lied themselves on you The day was bathed in sunlight You stood there gold in your hair. Our eyes met for a second My heart was
HIGHWAY OF LONELINESS
Stood on the highway of loneliness Saw your face on every passing car Walked on the beach of heartbreaks Every wave whispered your name Ran through my tears Did not want to feel the memories of us Every star spelled your name With every
FEATHERS FROM AN EAGLE
The sun smiled down on me I had a love key The wind whispered your name softly You wore your Box-Jellyfish cloak fraudulently There were storms in my heart You used me as a dew port You stabbed me with your venomous honey-dart What did I se
REMAINS
No longer can you see her In her physical shell But she remains. When the wind musses your hair It is her fingers you feel. When the sun rises It is her glow that reflects off the water. When it rains It is her love falling onto you. She is
Chant for Lover's Return
Oh for a candle I could light to draw you close... Oh for a puppet made like you, with your own lovely body sewn again of cloth, with your own pale unseeing eyes, with your manhood sweetly curving, remade in wax or clay.... Oh for an herb
Vokzal
Vokzal is a railway station in Russian. Performed by Russian singer and actress Yekaterina Guseva. The music is all important here. I translated lyrics in case you get interested in what Yekaterina is singing about. It's all about parting - the same old sad story. I am sure all of us know well the bitterness of it. No bitter partings and good luck in love, dear poets!
Too Much!
The downside of experience is a certain amount of collateral damage,.... back to the lovey-dovey stuff shortly
I will always find you
I will always find you when you need me to I will always love you, even thou we are apart I will always find you when you are lonely. I Will Always love you when you need me to i will Keeping my arms wide open, when you figure th
Life can be cruel
I live to see what I can be, as long as I believe in me The world can be harsh, and can be cruel at times But keep your head up, and smile once in a while So you may be stressed, and upset and annoyed And you end up lashing out, at one's
storys from the past
There was this girl,27 years ago,cant remember her name,always thought of her as the ice princess because she had those eyes. The ones that are not quit grey and not quit blue,almost colorless,just and edge of shade around the iris.She was one of the
High Above
High above - somewhere in the firmament Before we're born it seems our die is cast And destiny amid this life's entanglement Shines softly forth - like moonlight on a path. Our loves and lovers neither of us know The folly of our youth - tru
Tears in the Attic
The devasting feeling of lost love..
Underneath
Something I wrote long ago for a friend in need. Now I think anyone who's been going through a rough relationship could use this as insight to self. I hope you like & I welcome feedback.
My Wandering Star
A poem about Megan - my first girlfriend - and my first love - in High School. A recollection of a moment of introspection, one Summer's night at Wentworth Falls Lake. (In the Upper Blue Mountains; about 100 km west of Sydney). Thanks for all your reads - lcbr.
The GATE
the pathway in our lives are likened to choices or vice versa, for me I looked into my own self and wrote this poem, long ago now but for me it still rings true, Thanks for reading it and adding your comments.
You Learn Loves meaning
Written and re written by me and copied by others, I wrote this after my first divorce, Three marriages ago you'd think I'd get the message, My problem is I learned to well, looking inwards only reflects shadows of your former self, Today's words tomorrows memories.
The GATE
the pathway in our lives are likened to choices or vice versa, for me I looked into my own self and wrote this poem, long ago now but for me it still rings true, Thanks for reading it and adding your comments.
Soul Mates
When I wrote this poem in 1996, I wrote this Poem, expressing my feelings at the time trying to somehow reach out to the woman I had never met bu I knew was gazing at the sky somewhere but not with me, as I said "From the other side, I did find Love but all to soon 10 years and here I am watching Sunsets alone again.
Orphans in the heart
The difference between platonic, unrequited, and consummated love? If we knew all of the differences we would be wise indeed.
RETURNING SLOWLY 2 YOU
Dull days, Its a mini confession as well.
No tears left to shed
You broke my heart No tears left to shed In the beginning No words need be said We felt the same about each other Where did all this trouble come from No tears left to shed Could It I'm be dead Or could it be I've been hurt I was
Inspired Folly
The title is based on Professor Higgins quote in "Pygmalion". "What is life but a series of inspired follies." From my experience...too true.
Better off single
Cheating men
Banksia (one night stand)
* "on the piss" = Australian colloquialism for drinking. ** Banksia = inner South West suburb of Sydney. (Be honest - we've nearly all been there). Thanks for all your reads
awkward silence
I put the car in gear released the clutch and drove hard into the night and fog a blunt man a complicated woman and an uncomplicated dog and towns as impressionist paintings passed fast against forest tree and log a blunt
Hurts
The poem says everything
The rupture
Just a simple lyric poem
In A Well Put Way
I made a mistake but it was corrected many months later And from the look she gave me the message was well put I must say But now I understand where I stand and I'm standing very far away All I ever saw were her eyes I didn't see the ring she w
Lucky To Have A Heart
Lucky to have a heart A few girls have broken it And though they tore it apart Somehow after time it has mended again And now I'll be careful when I start To fall for another girl cause I'm lucky So very lucky,lucky to have a heart Maybe I
GOBBLERSKNOB
DN/T HAVE A CLUE
Brused
This poem I thought of because I fell and got some bad brushes. It made me think of life and some times we all have them. Take care. Thank you. Hugz & Peace, Pink.
Sorry...
I'm really confused and mixed up. A real mess in a dress. I am so mean. I hate myself for things I can not fix even through prayer.
LOVE
It easy to love your family because that is nature but we all like to be loved because we are who we are. When people leave you for no reason than I have fallen out of love it leaves a big question in your heart about your own selfworth. This poem is a self perspective of my real quality or indeed failings.
Rutted
~Rutted~ Oh, How sweet love is when it is sweet! Two salty, sweaty lovers waking up in a shared bed that is rutted with love. And how rare it is! At the times in our lives when we have it, we scarcely appreciate it........... It is appreciat
Earth Bonds
Quiet rose you lay at rest upon the stone, fragrant still as the wither devours the bloom, echoing the corpse below. It is the lavender that scents the gentle breeze giving life to the swaying rushes, offering a melody in this place of silenc
I cry
Just needed to vent. Thanks!
A better day
In the distance I see the clouds parting way. And for a minute I get a glimpse of a better day, then I wonder is this really what it seems, the spell I'm under is reminiscent of a fading dream, my friends all left me with the slamming of the door, d
Without you
Sometimes I wonder just what I would do, if I could dream that one dream that took me right back to you, would I do it all different would I love you the same, would i keep myself from getting caught up in the game, would I laugh would I cry would I
The man is still a boy!
True story. Just happened. Be safe please. Bless u.
~I can hide you~
Sometimes you can treat her as royalty, or you can always, sometimes it's never seen. It's the sometimes that are never seen as she's not there to receive. Why, well that answer is not your's to say, it's her's. A leaf that never get's caught, nor lands on the floor of the forest.
boss kitty
A poem and prayer for lost kitty
Danielle
* I have quoted a line from an Ed Kuepper song here......