This Moment
No, tomorrow's no yesterdays. Just this moment. Me here alone. Nothing standing in the way. All the bad seems to be gone. Just the breeze brushing my face. And the sun bringing me to life. All the negativity seems erased. And the world is mine
Feelings
Strong, powerful, unable to capture. Free, flowing, caressing. To the depth of rapture. Passing sight unseen. In front, behind, all around. Loud boisterous echoing. Sometimes silent without a sound. Give take here there. Fast moving air. G
improv
I wrote it just now...not by all means my usual best but it's something. It's been inspired before, I just remember certain things that moved me and put them down
Inamorata
A poem about an old guitar. .
An Old Cellar Hole
Just walked past the old foundation the other day and saw the one lilac blossom. It must be over 100 years since the house stood.
The Legend of Witch Cat Falls
Inspired by Lacy's Cave.....thanks Odette67. This is an old legend from settler days of a cave behind a waterfall in the town of Bakersfield where an old Mountain Lion was trapped following a flood.
The Bay
spot x.......
Livin Life In Alaska
About Alaska
Reclamation
Imagery - open to interpretation. What does it represent to you?
I´m tired!
all I can to say about my poem is... not perfect. My native languaje is spanish, but Im trying to find correct words to transmit the same message for you... thanks!
1000 mask
For all the playboys, rocker ... who has been toying with feelings of love and playing this stupid woman ... this is my love story in the past ... once I was also one of those stupid women .. but not anymore .. !
You're the first and last love
This story reminds me of when I first met him. My hope would not happen again incident that ruined my life once again ... but now it's too late what I dreamed destroyed all because there is a problem with his family ... the love that I dreamed of now living dust shadow ...
Where This Road Goes
Spoken with a lot of "Twang" :)
After turbulence
Some trials on my way, have been tough, may I say. Still the outcome was worth the struggle. You by my side, and happiness is double. You light up my days. I love you all the ways. I trust the feeling stays, when the years pass away. Doub
Last Breath
Maybe melancholic, but a great friend told me that they saw it as live life for what it is today!!.
The eyes
I am getting old... she said and looked him in the eye. Sixteen herself hair loose that red dress.....
Footprints In My Mind
Reap what you sew..............
Memoria
A short poem about reminiscing, change and moving on. The passage of time and perspective are themes I think about alot, as they constantly change. So, in a way, change is the only constant. This is the first time I've posted anything, any comments are welcome, negative or positive.
Alas!
Alas! The journal of my youth has all been subscribed And the fresh greenness of my life has become grey winter As for the state people call youth… I don't remember how it arrived or when it ended
Destiny awaits me alone
Just feeling misty today I suppose, not sad, just misty!
ALONE
I think most of us have known someone like this little boy in our life time. I don't know why but today I was thinking about a man I went to school with. And I know in a class room somewhere sits this little boy once more :-( A smile a kind word does not cost anything and you can give it to someone and it might change there whole day.
Dear Poets in our Poetry Corner,,,
Just to say thanks to all who contribute here in the poetry corner, for sharing your thoughts and hearts with us here!
What The Walls Forgot
The memories shared to me by a great-grandparent.
Recover
I wrote this short quote on my lunch break when I was working at Siemens Corp on Madison ave. in 1991. I believed my dream then was music. 20 some years later, and a Platinum Record under my belt ( means nothing)I realize that we change dreams often, we reinvent ourselves. If we didn't, we probably wouldn't recover .......
Jesus Return!...
In God is True!...
What A Ride!
I've always figured that every life should include occasional moments of pure idiocy. The trick is to survive them.
Letting Go
I am not her, and you are not he.. We can never move forward While holding on to what used to be. We can't make someone into, A replica of another from the past.. We can't build false futures.. While living in the past.. Life must alwa
Long Straight Stretch Of Road
Composed while on a road trip a few years ago.
Tropical Depression
Big man from Little Havana's got smoke in his eyes Looks cute in his sharkskin suit and his four-in-hand The bay girls, they don't sing the song, they just harmonize It's all we can do, to make them understand Me and you We could copyright the
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Translation of one of the untitled poems by Alexander Pushkin
Looking Through Mom's Books
Going through Mom's old books one day....
Rising for Chores
Waking up in the morning Early now comes the light Can’t sleep it’s too bright Such things can’t wait Turning on the stove Tea kettle filling with water Can you smell the bacon Melting in the frying pan? Checking messages clickity clack Clo
I Hate To Say Good-bye
I have always been fond of reading. It saddens me watching the good old tactile books being replaced by .........electronic books. There is something about turning that page and the feel of it in my hand I do not want to give up. And that is what this poem is about. Me not wanting to say good-bye to the smell of leather and the wisping sound of a page turning.
Shenandoah
just humming this tune, from the film..and did this missouri is a part of the mississipi..for those who may wonder at the rivers..
Amid Chaos
This write is an angst
The Light House
On the stormy rocks the light house stands Standing tall defiant , it stands on the dangerous rocks it stands Its beaming white light proudly beaming out over the darkend gale Force seas Its beaming red light signals to every ship to keep away or
Lone Rider
christian22.trying a western poem.
For all Elvis fans. #1
This is an amazing discography of many of the Kings' songs. I'm sorry if it's a bit too long for some.
You Know, I Never Liked A Rainy Day
I wrote this poem, in rememberance of all the little girls, that married the little boys-that they once thought they hated so much, lol Having 6 brothers gave me lots to draw on, one in particular- that teased all my friends, and made them cry, and then married the one that hated him the most !
me mate snakey
Good mate good times good memories
Cornwall remembered
The countryside held his boyhood in a village quite sublime country lanes, fields of wheat church bells pealing, sunday time morning papers, sunday lunch Music from the 60s played the honeycombs in sight drummer girl and vocal band sung" Ha
Climbed a Hill
memories of north wales 1980s