Love Comes Around
A poem about giving and taking experiences that last a lifetime.
A Lucid Dream
I can't wake up! These succubi They haunt me- Another broken love - Or a forgotten dream? Trapped in this Kaleidoscopic maze Old movie vision Flickers in my head From the cinema Of my life Exited and restless Under the sheets I jol
Waiting For You
Missing the feeling of love
Sleepless nights.
Sleepless nights are your worst enemy. Healing is a process. Everything takes time.
My Dad
My dad was my best friend I miss him so much
TWO SHIPS!
We are all but ships wandering in the ocean, seeking that human connection.
My corny love poem
When you get your heart broken it seems to open a creative side to your life, it's another form of the healing process. I have never written poem in my life now I find myself writing everyday so express something creative.
One more chance.
This is my very first poem I wrote. I had never written a poem ever but I was so devastated by the break up after a six year relationship and I felt that I had to channel my energy in a creative way so far it has worked. I have written other poems but I felt the need to share my first poem with you. Express something creative is my best advice I could give you.
Wishing
A love for writing. Having a true heart for it.
treachery
Don't say that you won't throw me, I have forgot to trust promises. I will answer you if suddenly you ask, As much I have transferred sufferings. When swear to you that won't
A Short Valentine's
This was one of many i used to do for my dear sweet wife that passed away last year.Just wanted to share it.
Dripping with Anticipation
This is a true story which happened about 8 years ago. Lori was from Knoxville TN. She was only 38 and she was beautiful. We were supposed to meet but she couldn't drive due to her surgery, then one day she didn't come online anymore. While she was alive I told her "I love you" I can only hope that gave her at least a small measure of comfort in her darkest hour.
it is
just something that I don't have to think about I always knew that the girl I would love would have a way with words too I didn't give her my admiration like I should have I didn't tell her how good I thought she was because all the time I was t
Lucy
* Names Changed ** A doomed relationship *** "Johnny" rot in Hell **** "Lucy" Rest in Peace ***** S*xual abuse of children, and intentional cruelty to animals; two of life's worst (and most inexcusable crimes)
The Horseman's Hands
Bukowski influenced
WHAT COULD'VE BEEN
A tribute to someone who left this world suddenly and too soon, (Lung cancer @ 54). Would love to elaborate but... Added verse 8/23/17
Again
Coming off of what is a pretty hard, one sided, breakup....just feeling off thr top of my head....not complete...
Don't even cry!
Translation from a Georgian poet. In remembrance of a friend of mine who several years ago succumbed to a deadly disease and the indifference of man she loved more than her life!
My Guitar's Rubaiyat
The pain of first love lost...
The New Girl
Who is the new girl Where can she be Who is the new girl That will take away her memory I'll keep watching For her to come along As the story of Frankie and Johnny Is just a fading song Who is the new girl Where can she be I'll kee
To those who venture
Those who know the most venture the least.
real
I remember you I think from somewhere where beach and wood meet it rained and rushed our day it was one of the only times you ever laughed carelessness before it was externalized you showed me a jar its glass shone on your only peace that ni
confined
I wonder if she feels a twinge of pain when I think of her sometimes she is a heartless thief though somehow a soul in all its beauty for she only robbed what she gave knowing that her eyes will never have that same look for me her heart's vu
Unfaithful
He tries to kiss away her tears That flow like rivulets of melted lead To her pillow. Inconsolable the salty flood Courses wetly down the Anguished aspect of her face - As she cries out her sorrow. For he has been unfaithful (She knows
the resigner
clouds go by the eyes that used to stare restlessly as their sun comes so goes their rain jaded memories like rainbows once again the thing thought unreal lies wasted as false prophetic words maybe passive aimless wandering through life's e
THINGS PAST
It's about things past that cannot be recalled, as the saying goes... but there are memories - you can't just wave them off!
Don't trust him, sometimes yourself,
Don't trust him, sometimes yourself, When return I have wanted home. The one who has thrown this house once, But again it is knocked under your window. In what love inconceivable sense Love not a lodge old idle time. Whose walls can be bleach
Now You've Gone
I see someone like you In sweeping summer rain And nothing I could do Would fix my heart again. A stranger's eyes flash fire Of lost romantic chance The chaos of our lives And broken circumstance. I dream of you at night Your spirit haun
Those Wonderous Days By Paul David Powers
Thinking of what once was and what could become again!
YOU CAN HAVE HIM
Honestly this poem is not for me. Its for my friend who divorce to her marriage because other woman stole her man. I saw how she suffer from the first until the end since she discovered about the mistress of her ex husband.. While looking at her i remeber the day my boyfriend cheated on me.. And guess who is the other woman.. Its my bestfriend. I can say that I wrote this one for her but all the feelings I invest in every word in this poem is came from my heart.. The pain I have before that I though already gone , rise again . The pain just hide not really gone. How many woman will suffer on this kind of man. To all the man out there.. Before you decide to get married.. please think it for thousand times if she is the one you really want. Its not easy to start a relationship look like fairytales and end up like the end of world.
This Blue Train
This Blue Train tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face... unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence... i watch the blue fog slowly move in, penetrating each and every glance of mine eye... the blue train slowly pass
Flower of Life
March 1997
Destiny
another from my private collection of thoughts...
The Light
some people stay in this dark place for their entire life. i have been there.
LOST
it states simply how im hurting and alone since my angel left and hoping that here might be my renewed strength and maybe new love one can hope.
Falling out of love
At one time you were the love of my life My heart is empty My soul is dying My mind is crying We tried to recapture our love We no longer fit like a glove What happened to us We'll never know It's time we both let go I remember when my
to love a mad man
not everyone can be saved, even them that you might love and sometimes we have to know that in order to save yourself.
Dry eyes
The poem tells itself
The house of love destitution
In the style of Jim Morrison, ah Jim what could have been if you hadn't have exited so early.
Boxes of Life
I originally wrote this over four years ago, liked the concept but never the content, so recently rewritten.
LONELY
"Lonely"is a word I can't explain 'though I searched its meaning in my brain, I know the feeling - I know the pain But the actual meaning I can't obtain. I know the symptoms very well, I know the day when I befell The gnawing cravings which