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
Humble Pie
The absolute truth is just like a small slice of pie and always better than nothing.
Lost souls
In body and soul You where here Taken from us Now your gone Are tears flowed Hearts broken I carried your box to heavens gate The doors opened they let you in Are kind dear mother Now your gone We carry you in are hearts And are s
Earth Calling Me Home
In 1980 I flew to Zambia. In fact then and now I fly often enough to experience emergencies. In 1980 considered what could happen. I prepared myself by writing this poem.
for you mom
you where here You where here Inbody and soul To hear you talk To laugh once more i know you you gone I know you cant come back Your with me always In my soul you still with me mother In my soul
Regrets and Gratitude
Went on a poetry- writing hiatus for over 2 years so feeling like a stranger to both poetry writing and the poets in the corner now. I hope there are still poets here of my days...it would be nice to hear from you all again. Our furry friend was put down this weekend due to his failing health. I didn't think his passing away will move me as much as it did. Nothing much has stirred me in the past three years that's enough to help me find the courage to try writing again.
not a poem precisely
Once a Junior School teacher asked her students to bring some potatoes in a plastic bag to school. Each potato will be given a name of the person whom that child hates. Like this, the number of potatoes will be equal to the number of persons they hat
Don't go there
Don't go there Cries the hidden voice Inviting lush water's edge Hidden dangers lurk Shortness of breath Freezes ones sense Express ones breath Frozen from water's deep Danger lurks pulls from beneath It waits for You and him and her
My Dreams For Thee
The imagination for love,how one live in love of hope and wanted to over shadowed for safe of love and sake of it.
Alone
From self-love & acceptance https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUVaQLSJUcg&index=17&list=PLAcPQaZVp85bdC5qHoNwCoPvcSlKzDMyh
elegy for an integral teacher
I have known about this man for a long time, he passed on 03-30-2010
Have you heard...?
Love can die for different reasons. Two reasons are the physical loss of a loved one and the emotional loss of a 'once-loved' one. Both can be traumatic.
voices
forever spoken craig elias- voices from the mind of truth
If ever… (written in 2016, revised in 2022)
For my brother....
Age
Age has a no Whats your no may I ask Are you old are you young You may ask Will I tell Or give you a no don't ask What is age have you Lived a life of stiff have you chilled with a life of ease you may ask will I tell you may have to
THE POPPY
TO ALWAYS WEAR ARE POPPIES AND HELP ARE FALLEN SOLDIERS IN NEED AND NEVER FORGET THE MEANING OF WAR
look at one self
Into the abyss One ventures in time From birth to Heaven One dwells in time As we age Changes we not notice for we change With a blink of an eye from childs knowledge We gain matter and thought are knowledge expands we gain Are mi
An Image Of Me
Just plain ol dark
Protect
in the memories of lost love
a psycic's wave
if u were a telepath would u tell ne one muwaahahhahahaha
Africa in one glance 1980
I worked in Zambia for 6 weeks. The only things I took back to the UK were the clothes I wore. Many people have helped but not enough. I came home knowing that the Colonial days were much better for the people. Today we see the wars that I saw in the eyes of a child's desperation. My guess is that the boy is dead. in 1980 men lived to an average age of 35.........He would be about 41 Wars rage all over Africa. I did little more than write a poem
rough diamond shine
eagerly awaiting eagerly anticipating my diamond, where are you? i need a stone, to join my throne i need a poem to find my lass, best i turn up the gass. this aint no techno blast. just need a lover, with which i can dance, just need a d
maybe if you'd open your EYES by ~free cee!~
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BECAUSE DAVID BERKOWITZ INSTRUCTED THAT I MUST
rain drops
i love the sun i hate the cold i especially hate the rain the wet water on my face on my lovely coat and shoes cold and damp i feel the rain falling from the sky maybe shower or large drops of rain sometimes ice mixed in the rain when i was
free cee COULD ROCK ANY WOMAN'S WORLD
i like smoking weed a lot
Can it be 2022
Can it be 2022 Sirens sound People hide in hollows Deep Destruction heard Tanks roll by in captive cities War declared stay doors People hear bombs destruction seen people hide people flee People dead Can it be 2022 Will it lead to
LOST IN THE PAST.
Searching for something that may never be known, mental disturbance turns a heart back to stone.
No Reason Not To Adore
This poem is also written for the one cindrella of dreams,one like to have magic stick by,his/her weeps disappear all............
Cascade (Cascade of sad music)
Je me sens perdu dans mes pensées que je ai oublié la tristesse écho des violons de l'automne derrière moi l'étreinte glacée de l'hiver dernier hante ma mémoire comme une douleur engourdissant quand je peux espérer fleurs du printemps Je aurais
Jeff
Mate o mine passed yesterday. f*ck ya all!! Ha ha Peace n love. Part of the 'Indo express'surfing pioneers. Great stories in the lunchroom! 'Sea of Darkness' is the movie of their lives.RIP mate! Mark
Love/Loathe
© Syd bliZZard
Solitude Consumes Me Again
© Syd bliZZard
The Unknown Unknown about "tomorrow" future.
This piece of poem was writing some yrs back as i laid on my bed doing some thinking as i always do when i'm up in the morning. I couldn't figure out why even tomorrow - nearest future is so unpredictable and those who are happy now could be the saddest tomorrow due to bad news and those unhappy today could be the happiest tomorrow too and so on. so i wrote these lines down after that moment.
the model
Porcelain skin Smooth to touch You stand on high for all to see Figure 10 Features less face hidden You look from monuments high On folk below No one knows who you are Your past hidden future unknown drapped in your best For all to
into the void
Are expanding universe
Being a fool
This is written by a very good friend of mine. I thought it's very interestingly beautiful and I'd love to share it. I'm learning so much from this friend and I know I'm blessed to swim in his world.
Oh How I Loved Her; Hillbilly Musing
Great memories from my youth in Almost Heaven, West Virginia. My Sweet Hillbilly Girl, the Lord took her, way too soon. The reference to "Mini Thin" refers to a West Virginia native Hillbilly rapper. Check him out Y'all!
JUST THAT KIND OF GIRL
Encouraging a close friend after her near total collapse under the weight of a very troubled past that simply refused to let her be.
Going Under
Even in death... you still hold on
Silhouette
One day when you relapse and you do really need someone as a companion to comfort you, someone you expect to be your best side to at least giving you more time, but they were all gone and disappeared. So the only thing you could do just write everything on paper like I do. I know people have their own business. So since that day I never beg for their time. Never beg for attention etc. People will make time if they want to. If they're not, just walk away.
Cat Fight
Peace
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
RE: Orphaned Girl
Waaaaaaoooooo Some Passionate pain u have in ur writing man! I had a tear drop and felt sorry for the orphan... but, the way u have put it is absolutely mind blowing, heart throbbing, eyes reveling and, soul grabbing... not only for this poem pretty...
RE: drop dead georgeous
brilliant bro DJ...
RE: You light up my life
wow really beautiful,thanks for share. i need ur soft kiss,like the rose need the rains i wait ut fine touch like the morning wait the dawn really love is beautiful...
RE: Albatross
'truly you are a Spirit Bird'..Mariners may have reagrded them as omens, yet some indigenous people made Totems of them. TY 4 sharing....
RE: IN DREAMS
Beautiful write, gently uplifting....
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