Reflections in Nature
Sometimes only the quiet solitide of a walk in nature will heal a troubled mind.
In A Hollow Tween
Just having a play with whole Halloween theme in this write from the now cold New England countryside.
Caged Inside My Bones
If you'd like to know what's in the ocean, you can just go to the surface and scrape some off.
Hold On Tightly
Love is just like a dance
Casual Encounters
One hot summer night, when all that really mattered was achieved, given freely and returned in kind.
Eyes Like a Flower
A little love love sonnet about a woman's eyes......
She Really Rocks
Just have a little fun about male-female encounters … goodness gracious this is not rocket science folks…..
Deer Hunting
My sonnet is brief narritive of the experience of being a hunter....a cervid is a latin species name for deer....distinguished from Bovidae (Cows) by the male's having solid deciduous antlers and just about the only rhyme there is for fervid......
Falling Still. (Sonnet).
We're enjoying a heatwave in Ireland presently.....I think it's causing me to have a hot spell also !
Eyes So Icy Blue
A sinking feeling to describe the smell of death washing up upon a stormy shore as it conjures up fleeting images of time and mortality for 'who knows who we really are' when our whole life is only like footprints found in the sand...... here today and gone tomorrow......
LOVEEEEEE !
LOVE IT!!
Sonet #22
Forever Young
My Celestial Lover
A sonnet in tribute to the great Goddess Ceres.....she's so lovely!!!
Sonnet 4
After you left, my world not remained same. Everything changed; everyone changed and then Everyone started openly to blame Me that I was very much unshaken; That I beat you and fought with you. Surely, You know the truth, for you are not drive
Sonnet3
Written in memory of my grandmother in 1993.
Sonnet 1
It was written long ago on 25 March 1992.
Love Sonnet XI
Pablo Neruda Love Sonnet XI I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sle
Battle Cry
I was on the beach, looking over the New York skyline thinking of 9/11 and these words came to mind.
Miss I'm Impossible
Just thought fluttering around in my head.
Mannequin Who Loves
Commenting on a rather bizarre fascination with model-like mannequins on display in a local shop always dressed in the latest fashion while walking along Main Street at night behind her tall pane of glass....so just just kinda going with it......pure poetry needs really no reason ay all....just rhymes sometimes....right...??
For Her
The title says it all!
A Beauteous Sight
Something I did write for someone really special, some years back.
Fear’s Abode Is In The Mind
New Year resolution…
by the river side
I wrote this poem when i was feeling depressed and i decided to go by the riverside...
I'm Back
Hi to all of the CS poets - here's a sonnet of sorts Oh how I've missed what you all have to say - And hooray, hooray, I'm back online today. © lovecanbereal
The Culling (part 4)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Gently rained the clouds as the years went by Years turning to centuries past forgotten Propagating sin allowed not to die Waiting once more for its time to lay rein Gentle wind whispering little girls ear I
Sonnet VI – Slowly I Fall
Touch my world softly, so gently caressed. Give to me nothing, but what you desire; Spare me a whisper, and set me afire. You are an angel to this I’ll attest. All that I am is as I have confessed. You are the air and the life I require. Wind
To Boldly Go.......
This poem is a commentary on the invasive pace of modern lifestyles. "To boldly goes where no one has gone before" epitomizes a spirit much different than a child's natural shyness. I was such a child, once shy and fearful of life. With so many uncertainties about the direction of society, harm to environment, and political misgivings...is anyplace safe anymore?
HIDDEN TREASURE
WE CAN SEARCH FOR TREASURE, STORM THE GREAT WALLS OF THE KEEP, OR HUNT ALONG THE HILLSIDE WHERE GOLD IS BURIED DEEP. WE CAN QUEST ENDLESSLY FOR SOME GREAT HIDDEN TROVE AND HUNT FOR SPARKLING GEMS WHEREVER WE MAY ROVE. OVER LAND OR SEA OR WAY
Kill Me Now
The "kill me now" is not a literal "kill me". It's symbolism for an emotion we have all felt at one point in our lives. I don't want any flack about being suicidal, that's a different issue all together.
My Luve
A love as gentle as a tear and larger than the sun In a single lifetime There can only be just one. Flowing fields of green and colors of the fall Crispness of a snowflake Springtime and it's thrall. The seasons of my heart surround my y
For The Love Of High Places
If you don't think that there is something magical, even spiritual, about mountains, then you need to go visit one!
Lament for a C/S Poetess.
This is written in memory of Christina.... ( Pseudonym Odette67), a C/S Poetess who graced this corner for years with special poetry and honest critique. She lived in the beautiful Lake District in Cumbria, England and passed away earlier this year. Her favourite poetry form was a Sonnet so this one is for you Dear Christina. Sleep soundly with the Angels..we'll see you on the other side. Mick.x
intention
bitter words taste awful!
First Signs of Spring
Love is really all about what you got.. so take a little lesson from nature and .....show it off!! haha (A rather interesting observation of mine)
Simply Good Bye
Sometimes in life you have to except what you want to be true does not make it true. One day one might realize they are sitting in a room full of strangers. Kindness goes a long way life. Remember in life you are what you eat. You are what you put into your self. If you put love and kindness into yourself then that is what you will be, so if you find yourself feeding negativity into your life the sensiable thing to do is make changes if it is not where you want to be. Love to all.
Epitaph to Love.
This but a futile to express grief, there are many amonst you who can pen better.
Darkened
Just how I am feeling here of latly
Fly
Can’t see you Can’t feel you Can’t hear you Can’t speak to you I dream of you That I’m with you I wish That I feel you You’re closed to me In my heart And On my mind You’re like the air Sometimes here And Sometimes the
Waldo's Mountain
This is wrote about a place I use to play as a young girl. It is not only in honor of this place but also in honor of its great artist who composed this. One mans trash is anothers treasure. His dream gave way to many dreamers in my town for many years. Thank you Waldo for the many legacies you left behind. (Sexton's strange mountain ended up being the highest point between Kitty Hawk and Key West, offering a regal view of the grand Atlantic. The mountain, looking like a cross between an Aztec temple and an orderly junk pile was a great tourist attraction, renamed the Hanging Gardens. Sexton died in 1968 and vandals and collectors began to lay waste to his gardens and eventually the site was cleared. The junk man died a millionaire.) http://articles.orlandosentinel.com/1989-09-03/news/8909024704_1_sexton-junk-waldo
Moonbeams. (Sonnet) Paloma Challenge.
A Cosmic challenge Paloma. Hope you like it !
more of "free cee's" insightmost of u lack
HE ONCE GAVE MY YOUNG SON A PUPPET SHOW WITH ONE RAW CHICKEN ON EACH HAND, THAT WAS ALAN, AND ALAN WAS, FOR SURE, ALAN.
RE: what you want from me world
Jarred, Strong words from a strong heart....
RE: Blue Train
....really...lighten up!...
RE: Silent shame.
Hi requiny I have read your poem a few times now...Deeply Moving! Thank you for sharing, Silent shame. Martina xxx...
RE: Love is Like Oxygen
Hi, HotrodLarrys, We humans do look for and find hope in the most amazing places to keep the oxygen flowing! Breathe in, breath out. Thank you for sharing....
online today!RE: LOVE
Hi beautifulyou Thank you for your comment. I have always felt, about "life and living", as to who is living who, in exactly the same way that you mentioned, and even wrote in down in one of my "reflections": "We do not live life; it is li...
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