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.
poetry
true
I've a pain in my head
'I've a pain in my head' Said the suffering Beckford; To her Doctor so dread. 'Oh! what shall I take for't?' Said this Doctor so dread Whose name it was Newnham. 'For this pain in your head Ah! What can you do Ma'am?' Said Miss Beckford,
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
You said you loved me!
Life can be hard sometimes!
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
no picture
I am a member of several dating sites . and it really gets to me when you get a profile that says no picture no message . it's not so much on here this is were I can unload my thoughts in a poem . and get a message out there . that all no pics are not bad . I was chatting to a woman on another dating site . she asked why no pic and I replied I prefer to get to know for a while and then arrange to meet in a public place face to face then we both see the real thing . I did mention to this woman. that I read a profile were a woman met a man by just a picture. and it turned out the bloke had used his sons picture because he knew she would not turn up for the date if she knew . what he really looked like . there's good and bad in both. pic or no pic . but no pic seems to get a right hammering . the long and short of it is . SHE REPLIED I'D PREFER TO SEE A PIC DOH . call me old fashioned but I prefer to but myself out and meet face to face . if it go's well you have had a result . if it go's bad well you know were you stand
A Thousand Goodbye
A peaceful breakup by my boyfriend...the moment of feelings that I felt then.
Full Moon
Waiting here all alone , sitting on the sofa with my phone Since you left me as your precious stone Never know why our love hasn't grown Nights and days seem gloomy and cloudy When i think about our memory I loved you and you loved me And
FALSE LOVE
Life.....People....Places...... Things......
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
Alone
This is about letting go when you know it is the right thing to do.
Distance
Dreamin' for a no ordinary love.
MAKE ME SWEAT OR NOT!
Crazy thoughts continue
(I Guess) She Doesn't Love Me Any More....
Another written as a song... Old country style... Was written for the ONE who I found and lost.
painful
loneliness runs out throught my hands.marking my fingers and palms with the scars of a deep love that I could not hold on to.
My First Time
* Sydney's "red light" district. ** (I'm being ironic here - not exactly the "cradle of civilization"). *** YOTS = Well-known Sydney Christian charity helping street kids **** Due to out-of-control alcohol/drug-fueled violence, pubs, nightclubs, etc are closed to new patrons at 1 am (Lockout Laws). Many say this has harmed businesses and destroyed the nightlife. ^ I've quoted a line here, from the Australian film Blue Murder
You are every woman to me
You are every woman to me And sure as the sky's above No other woman can I see No other woman will I love I see you on the street I see you at the store I see you in the my dreams I need to see you more I sought you since my adolescence
Lost
This was extremely difficult to write. I wrote this because I often think of my last girlfriend and how the relationship evolved and ended. I made a grave mistake ending the relationship, because I failed to communicate with her about how I felt. It is now too late.
~A dropple of rain~
Did you ever gaze the stars When the sun was out Did you blow a gentle breeze While the air was still Did you hold that special moment that not another one did Were you sculpted from such or did another shape break Strewn cross the floor A
The Dreams
Remembering my high school sweetheart.
The Call
I received a call from my Ex girlfriend and it stirred old feelings. This explores some of those feelings.
Love Is
My ex girl friend although we parted friends chose to neglect a promise made.I told her I don't think she understood love. She responded referring to the amount of time we spent together. This is an attempt to respond to that comment This is the first draft check back to see if I have edited it or not.
What If
I am in a restaurant and see people consumed with their cell phone and wondered how many opportunities are missed.
Moving On
A lady I dated for about a year and a half Is moving away. She was the first lady I dated after the break up of my abusive marriage. She showed me how to love again and what love was supposed to be. Sadly i had to leave the relationship but we remain friends. I presented this to her before she left.
One Last Time
During my time with a lady I dated for a while I became part a her core group of friends. When she decided to move away we gathered to say our farewells. This is how I said mine.
Poem for Megan
For seven years I've longed for your love, That's deep and blue as the ocean's bliss - As winged she flies - a lonely dove - Through the storm's eye in search of your kiss;- No longer I'll watch the empty cove, And dying waves that beg for a try