lost
i wrot this one when was at class i was feeling down being a writer is something very helpful if you are sad
Poet to Poet- Journal Entry 7-24-23
"The beginning of a novel is a time of awful when you're dealing with a lot of dead pieces and you have to wait and wait for some sort of animation" ~Iris Murdoch Poet, The blank page is terror. The blank screen is too. How do I
Untitled
From beyond the vail of my broken heart, Comes a new beginning of what is true. From the oars of a boat lost at sea, Coming to shore to start something new. Up In the sands of this golden shore, Lucid dreams of you come soring in. Just like t
Full moon over Opotiki
the best days in New Zealand
Space and Grace
This poem is about choices we all must make to feel whole or just needing to take a break.
Make Me Burn
Don't want just for now, I 'm looking for forever. I wanna burn Lady burn, in the way you make me shiver. Just being held in your arms, Is where I wanna be. make me burn Lady, burn. Dont ever set me free. I don't just want your body, I wa
Daydreams
A look back at youth.
the constant swimmer
it took forever to my find my forever a metaphorical mooring by sea it was a tougher search to find her and if you’d ask her I’m sure she’d agree the beach is a natural kilometre I trusted the distance by guile we planned our dream house
Making A Stand
It's not wishful thinking That I offer you my hand. Let the sound of our hearts beating, Provoke love to stand. I hear your love calling, I hear destiny calling too. With my arms wide open, I am here to welcome you. Your kiss is the key That
It Is You
Leaves change as time goes by Winds blow as the birds fly. The oceans serge and rivers flow. But I shall never let you go. Stars shine and wishes made Sun arises, then slowly fade. Fields of grass upon the range, The love I have shall not ch
The bravest animal in the land
The bravest animal in the land is the Clover's Summoned Badger. He's just so grand Cute and cuddly, made of all love, has very a strange obsession for having more than just one olive He's the hero of Cordor's teaming throngs, who tell tales of h
Dreamscape
In this golden haze, where dreams come alive, A world unseen, where fantasies reside. Thoughts and visions converge in harmony, An ethereal landscape, where desire sets us free. We're exploring the realm of our dreams tonight, Hope and passion
Monthly Hell
A poem about period/menstruation from a person with hypothyroidism. I wrote it because I believe talking about menstruation should not be a taboo. I'm totally fine, just want to try to create a poem.
Into the Ether
A strange lady slips through the haze, Her thoughts, a kaleidoscope ablaze, Mysterious questions lingering within, A meeting of minds about to begin. A strange lady, full of wonder, In a world where words collide, In shadows of moonlight she
The Poet Dies
The coffee has cooled in the cup upon the counter so silent it rest since you last set it down so silent so damned silent I did not know that in closing the door you had packed the life that once was my home so empty so damned empty
Thunder Crashing
Thunder Crashing she opens her eyes, slowly... he is still there, fine, proud, erect. outside, thunder crashes in the sky, she can feel it's calling, & is not afraid to reach out and take his hand guiding him to soft corners laying a
In the age difference
in age difference Here I am lost between this and that. The first tells me about the age difference, and the second tells me about the distance of the place and the difference between here and there. Is there not a title in the heart of a title that
Love for sight
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LIFE MOVES
will add additions later
Mysterious man
I wrote this poem as a reflection of my longing for someone who stole my heart
A New Poet
I have noticed that many poets get no comments at all. in most sites there are dedicated greeters that welcome new poets Please remember that you were once new and encourage others. As for the new poet you too should comment on others By doing so you will make new friends and be encouraged And yes even inspired by their works so breathe a little life into this site all it needs is some care and respect for others.
THE FOOL
I was looking trough the poems on here and I came across one of Gongdo's titled "Love Me" After reading it I sort deconstructed it . I did some restructuring some of Gongdo's wonderful phrases, added some new lines and ended up with "THE FOOL" Finally I'd like to thank Gongdo for his kind permission to make it public and post it here. Heel erg bedankt Gongdo. This one is has a bit of a stumbling rhythm, this is because It is based on the The tarot card of the fool, and he is stumbling along oblivious to danger. I would be interested in your honest opinion of of it.
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In the name of God, the most gracious, the most merciful Praise be to God, Lord of the worlds, Most Gracious, Most Merciful, Owner of the Day of Judgment. You we worship and You we seek help. There is no God but Allah, Muhammad is the Messenger of Al
Grieving
Grieving from the Grave by Criostior.
Inner Peace
Maybe... just maybe. Sighs... And I begin again to take my inner person out of the Ash and see if She's worth saving.
The princess of Cafe Castle
Many a poet had written of her beauty.. She was not unaware of the exotic whispers that blew through the snow covered forests that boardered the mighty castle Yet, somehow, the words of the poets fell deft on her lonely heart though they dre
Our first kiss
a beautiful thought
The Ride
Who would have known that a simple drive could start such a chain of events. A country road leading no where....time well spent. Watching as the miles go by. Like years in a life. I can honestly say its been a good ride. Low on gas not sure if
WHO ARE YOU?
Who are you, to occupy my thoughts so quickly? Why do I, feel I already know you? My thoughts are, full of endless possibilities. I worry about, the suddenness of my wanting. Whirlwinds and hurricanes, Soft breezes by comparison Who ar
The Drow's Demise/ A song for the Black Archers
In the depths of the Underdark Evil drow lurk, waiting to embark On a journey of malevolence and spite But we'll stop them dead tonight With our blades and arrows, we'll cut through their ranks We won't falter, we won't give thanks For this i
After the war
thinking about the Gatsby era
Memories of Mom (MOM)
Written on May 11, 2014 for Mother's Day in Memory of my Mom. Happy Mother's Day in Heaven Mom!
Fuming Scales
Dragon fire casting spells, Piercing fumes, a haze compels, Toxic breath, it's hard to breathe, Fiery wings set free. Unleashing fury of the flame, From ember to inferno it came, A dragon's rage, a sight to fear, Its fuming scales, all too c
Elli's Song
A wife who loses her husband is called a widow, a husband who loses his wife is called a widower, a child who loses his parents is called an orphan. There is no words for a parents who loses their child, that's how awful the loss is. A tribute for every mother who lost their child.
Just a Face.
My Mom always said when my Dad came to the door to see her father for the first time, she took one look at Him and said "He's mine" she was 17 and he was 27 . Theirs was a beautiful love story, he died at 45 in the war and she at 78 still loves Him with her Whole Heart. Maybe that's my problem I can't settle for less. Am ever the romantic and believe in the fairytale.
Just for today
Came back to hug the beautiful poets and sit in the peace, just for tonight.
Your Heart
Wrote 7 years ago . Just in less than I/2 hour
Define Strength
A real Man will be strong enough to not have to use His Strength, only to protect.
Dreaming in Silence
I had a dream, a beautiful melody But now it's gone, just a distant memory It filled my soul, gave me wings to fly But now the silence, just echoes in my mind The music's gone, lost without a sound The rhythm's stopped, it's buried underground
I'm Lost in Hidden Melodies
Walking down these empty roads My mandolin at my side searching for the lost melodies That are buried deep in my mind It's like searching for a ghost Although I feel them in my soul I follow the notes that I hear But they disappear like melt
My hope
no giving up
woman in the poster
they said misfortune stalked you.. they said that life was hard in the genetic school of poker you were dealt the hardest card a rogue gene: you misshapen henceforth they would detect but all I see is beauty in the poster I inspect it w