The Light
The light...a reflective look on the past and hope to share with others that things can and do get better
No Where
The angles they sigh, My baby she cry, Jagged sharp ice exposed from her eye. Cold an alone, Nowhere to call home, Puddles of sadness, On the streets she may roam. Lifeless and cold, Her bodys been sold, In a slumped heap she do fold, Gasp
Words
Small dark Eli what have you done What game is this you play? The finest words their meaning gone To aid your empty dance each day. What could you want with such a mess Of echoed words and tattered dress? Do you see the damage that you've done
Flat Tired Flat Broke
Flat tired flat broke A cowboy without a saddle And I'm out of rope No matter where I travel Land or sea her memory Always stays afloat Every night I sleep beneath a thousand mile sky With all those stars shinning down But sleep don't co
no title just gonna type as it comes and see what
just a poem i wrote as it came
For me.
This poem is my truth. #nofilter
journey without end
woke up this morning, at last to open my eyes a moment of epiphany...I now realize I think it is time that I shed this disguise and quit pretending...let my true self arise maybe I'll find myself somewhere down that road unpack my troubles...f
Whining and Dieing}:psycho treatment
ample ramble
now that your gone......
i cant wait to leave this world .....thats what this poems about ......sorry....
Just Me
Oh how happy I could be If someone else and not Just me. Someone tall and big and strong Who can just smile When things go wrong Who doesnt look for what has gone But shrugs and laughs Whilst moving on But I know I cannot hide That I am
a new day....(a new title)
for a long time, perhaps a wrong time I was in love with you yet you doubted and you pouted til that day I just withdrew left you on the roadside of my life please don't leave me here, you cried but I moved on anyway no matter what you had
Ghost Story
My first written poem for the new year 2013, it starts with a journey into the supernatural world with...."Ghost Story", set in eerie Scotland around Halloween time.
Despair ~Loneliness in the Crowd!
Hmm! What can I say! Wept not for the day.
The Search
Feeling very empty because I'm lonely
Dag Of Nag
Deur vensters met krake. Staar ek harteloos in die ruimte. Regtig verlore. Alleen onder die maanlig. Alleen tweetalig. Alleen. Die spieel hang skeef in die gang. Ek kan myself nie seen nie. Die spieel is omgedraai. Dit is nag. Maar dit is d
realized
reallly reallly don't have any idea where this came from just me writting silly stuff.lol
The Maze
As the day passes and turns into night I ask myself, do I continue or continue not? What path is best for you, best for me? Or, is it just for you….. Maybe your path is “alone” for now, or maybe it’s “joined” Either way, it must lead somewhere….
Uncivilized
the daily news report
A Thousand...
I dont think it ever goes away...
The Quotes Garden - The Silence Of The Crickets
[ III ] The silence of the crickets My shadow falls, along the grass, Where lovely crickets mourn, Under the moon, with veil of brass And clear dreams, from silence, born. It seems I hear : “This too shall pass” –
Mood of Life
Dark thoughts for a dark night, well early morning my time. Some of us cannot sleep for whatever reasons and find things difficult at times. Robert my good friend would understand another T Shirt winner too.
Sometimes
Iam just thinking of my friends and family who having lifes problems and somtimes it just has to be that way for now.
An Angel without Wings
Just another time in the past, when it seems we can be there for anyone else and all of their needs. But when we look at ourselves, we seem lost.
ticking over
as the clock of lfe ticks love remains a deep emotion time is always an answer my eternity beyond love a standing monument to time upon the shingles on the shore staring at the dead remains of once a beautiful life even in shells holding beau
Silent tears...................
A thunderous silence breaks through my thoughts. What was once many great ideas is now a triumph, lost. Baffling words tumble through my mind. Reflections of darkness hover. A disturbing peacefulness beckons to me, and inside myself, I take
Misery (01/06/2011)
Misery, Misery, Misery. It sure loves company. I will never know if this will ever end Disappointment seems to me my only friend! I’m always feeling down and feeling bummed out I sometimes get the urge to just shout! I‘m already facing the fact
waves...
depths and ever..
Imprisoned
The bars of steel that hold my heart wont break or bend or fall apart, there's nothing left that can get in ther're marked but strong from where they've been,, Nothing now can penetrate this ring of steel that I create, their substance, the
Dawn
How long can be a night sometimes just a moment but at times forever dragging with every breathe waiting for the dawn that seemed so near but still too far yearning for the light finding way in the dark going in circles all the while wonder
deciet
upon the cross in my life the devil himself in the cauldron in his search he found your soul hurt to you had no meaning in your hidden lust you inflict the mother of all hurt upon your grace i was worthless in your eyes i thought you had lost
What I keep On sayin to myself
Dont cry over shattered Glass Dont be sad over a broken heart Dont feel down .. when u see A crying child.. That's What i keep on sayin to myself.. Dont cross any street Dont full in love so deap Try to keep the tears away.. So u can slee
the ways of life
one of my original..i write peoms that compliments my mood
Girl Rising
To live under oppression is terrible watching every word you utter never quite sure what sets him off what he laughs at one day, the next a flying fist smashes you to the floor Always fearful, guts in a spin of tension listening at night for
darkened
darkened by the waters of all man kind in are own self pity it is are own deaths by our own hate
I saw people
The conditions we are in now
Sadness
Hoping if you are dealing with sad times or wondering why we have to be sad or why we are alone sometimes this can help you to get through the rough thought of some sad times.
SLUMLORDS
I FOUND THE LOWEST OF THE LOW AND HIS NAME IS GUY LAURENCEAU
dying breed
have no comment but want too hear yours..
Disregard
words = feelings I wish you realisation of your feelings and dreams...May the Lord bless you for the rest of your lives!
Lost
An old man, a lonely man On a park bench he sits The world so strange, so alien One where nothing fits The pigeons round him scurry Pecking at the ground Strangers with faces hard Passing by without a sound Mothers with child in tow No t
a loud WISPER of silence
I work at a nursing home and get to know my patients. I had a patient who stated no one heard or noticed her but me.
I Hoped So
I wrote this poem some years ago, while sitting on the stonewall on Seminary Ridge in Gettysburg as I overlooked the battlefield where so many died. And I wept and wondered " What If ? "
RE: The Old Apple Tree
Such a wonderful poem of life, we do live on in our children as you have so eloquently written, and also the tree.Thankyou for sharing...
RE: Mystery
Yup! still a hunk! Sophia always...
RE: LADIES OF THE LAKE
Great poem Celtic and a great tribute to women with Mothers Day approaching quickly. Thanks for sharing....
RE: MY DEMENTED LANDLORD
So sad animals are a big part of some of our lives I have to pay $50 a month for my 3 pound dog . Have a merry Christmas Travis...
RE: STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND.(Part 2)
Thankyou Ama, Hope the poem hasn't affected you too much, it is just about the conflict between heart and head in making a big decision.....Andrew.....xxx...
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