The Rivers Of My Tears
I originally posted this when I was told life was waving me goodbye only to be told 45 days later that I was going to live long after all. I can only be thankful and grateful. Just revisiting my past. Thanks again for all your peruse.
disappearance
For whatever it's worth. Thanks all for reading
A rowdy ride
Happy New Year to the poetry page folk!
Beware, Beware
Everywhere I go I am reminded as to what is coming up
Wolf...
What I'm feeling for my lover today...Estoy contento mi Lily...
Bare-foot
just could of kept writing.
----N.O.W--
i was once a little kid my dreams where my life, my haunts where my nightmares but i never dreamed of this knife, i saw there was a chance for me to come true, in my dreams i was forever werent you, i never cried i never thought, that i was
Here's Johnny!
I was a school bus driver for 5 years. But this poem is not so much about my school bus kids as it is about me and the way I was in school. But I had a few kids that might pretty much fit this description. That's why I could relate to them so well. lol.
Nature Portraits 1 - Waterfall, Thunderstorm
The thunderous roar of a mighty waterfall cascading down in huge torrents of liquid fury smashing into the water below creating mists of water droplets that transform the sunlight into a rainbow The awesome power of a thunderstorm at night wi
Life, full of problems
get a decent view but i gotta talk to my Father.
Across the Miles
Dedicated...
Cake!
Yeah, it is rather flattish. That's because I don't own an eight inch cake pan. Used a ten inch skillet, hillbilly style! :D
My Destiny
how the youth of a leaf stays on the branch till it matures and turns golden brown through the seasons until it turns golden brown and dies off.
If she was mine and not yours! (Motorcycle)
Forgotten By All Author: Jonathanpeba while reading this my inner spark started to rumble... it roar a noise like thunder... so I took my pen and race its lane burning hot till I came to the end and made this stop ! phew ! amazing ride of my mind and pen with humble thanks and attention to him for this imspiartional poem! Thank you Jonathanpeba
For Mary Magdalene
Hope all is having Happy Holidays!
Ode to my hero...
A little story: I was 6 years old, i entered the living room and was clearly in "the huff", my father asked me what was wrong!? I said "ok, dad, imagine you were god" he did , "ok, now, if i came to you and said, ok god, give me all the powers of superman, make me that special and i will help YOU, i will make peace, stop wars, cure hunger and save lives, the deal is, if i missuse my powers you can just take them right back..." my dad pondered for a moment and said "son, your right, i would give you that chance.." with that i stood up, placed my hands in my pockets, and shrugged with another deep sigh.. "Then whats gods problem!!? sheesh!!" back then i really didnt understand why he didnt grant my wish...lol...
Schoolhouse Christmas Tree
I write Cowboy poetry and this poem is based on a true event.One that took place in the two room country school that my father went attended many years ago.
The Quest
A long, long time ago, it was in the days of old When women were dainty and knights were bold Lived a fire breathing demon, or so the legend is told Round this demon roamed and villages burned to the ground In desperation the call went forth an
What has made me a man?
Vazha-Pshavela (26 July 1861 – 10 July 1915) is a pen name of the Georgian poet and writer Luka Razikashvili, one of the best representatives of Georgian literature. "Vazha-Pshavela" literally means "a son from Pshavi" (a mountain district) in Georgian. This is just a humble translation of the poem from Georgian for your pleasure, dear poets.
A Mizzy Shade of Color
See you around Mick. Call me an optimist, but I look forward to your next post …Cheers
Knowing Right From Wrong
The truth hides in their sins
Love is an illusion
My heart is as pure as that of a child My passion is hot and my temper is mild I do have love in abundance To share it with you, I have no resistance Then why can't I find someone to love me? A special lady to set my emotions f
limerick 'ODETTE'
There's a lady poet named Odette, Formally, we've never met,but She sends me notes About poems I wrote I appreciate all the comments I get.
In the blue harbour of your eyes
In the blue harbour of your eyes Author: poetengineer In the blue harbour of your eyes , a rains from heared light and a fumed suns with boats sails to eternity . In the blue harbour of your eyes , an open north love window and the birds appe
Sweet Release
Cadenced footsteps quicken A jangle of keys Now freedom and release. © lovecanbereal All rights reserved
"Love so Fragile"
I'm dedicating this to Laura, for having the courage to post her first poem and for always being a lady.... This is for you and Tom, Laura.
AHA! (5-7-5)
Senryu (A short Japanese style poem, similar to haiku in structure, however, senryu tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature, and senryu are often cynical or darkly humorous and satiric while haiku are serious)
world, yours or mine
The endless battle of religion, A disguise most serve man's need for greed and power. The endless fight of good and evil.
Spiritual but not Religious
Many persons today claim to be spiritual but not religious, even at CS. I am curious to know the views of CS members on this topic and to share them with others. What do you think? Please comment especially if you are such a person!
~~~To My CS Friends~~~
This is for my CS friends..
Self Image
Look into yourself, tell me, what do you see? Is this what you wanted? Is it how it should be? Did you settle for second best, was it easier to gain? Or did you strive for your dreams, even if you failed again and again? Did you fake who you are
tortured hearts
I love you who is unkind to me selfish one who has me not in his thoughts, feelings unwelcomed to man from heart against both, i fought. I love you who hurts me so sword in hand against me you strike i fall to rise, to cradle you i feel
There's nothing worse than your mom's thorns
There's nothing worse than your mom's thorns
THE WATER'S FOOTSTEPS
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sohrab_Sepehri I'm sending you one of my favorite Persian poems that I like very much, but I know that when poetry is translated to another language, it may not transfer the feelings properly. Of course this type of poetry is very different and it has its own fans, so I hope everybody likes it. I am fond of reading this poem because it expresses everything that is around us in a very simple and understandable way. When reading it, it makes me think about the world, the creator and all creatures differently, with a better perspective. This is a part of poem if you like to read the whole, you can read it on below link. http://www.sohrabsepehri.com/poems.asp?status=showpoem&language=e&poemid=99
Witched Wolf
Did a different take from little red ridding hood.
Mushy Peas
A poem about mushy peas
That Day ...
Once upon a time ... You were living life just fine. But, the sky, that day Was a dark, dreary gray. Then, in the blink of an eye ... You became a very different guy. No fault of your own You were simply headed home. A victim
I Forgot You Now
Its happened in true life..
love cuts like a knife.
She saw the beauty in his soul felt compassion in his touch She heard fullfillment in his voice And longed for him so much When he confessed he could not love her For of his broken heart She took the bowie in her hands Then cut her own in h
TWILIGHT PARADE...
a special time of day....
life
sorry not great but my first ever effort lot of truth in there
Your Love
You touch me with your love and care Shower me with loving attention and affection You tell me you don’t care If you have me by your side for one day, one week or a year Anytime I’m free to walk away But I refuse to give in to my loneliness and