The circus
Fun fun...
Life!
I look back at my life, and what do I see! mistake after mistake, and it was all me I could of been happy, and in love that's true But the drink and drugs, and other things to! Had there grips in me, there's nothing I can do I did a lot of wrong
I am here am I not
I am here am i not, You are here are you not, Chances are we have all got scars, From this life to the next, We are open we are free, We listen to life and we see, We are one underneath every tree, We are alive inside, As You can see, Yo
Not Here, Nor There
Honestly...the words "neither here nor there" popped into my mind...and this is what I came up with 2 seconds ago on the spot.
Smile love!
I see the sun upon your face, your eyes your smile! More beautiful each day, like my love for you every day I loved you then, I love you still, your the love of my life And we know that its real, I look at you smile And it warms my heart, not eve
free, finally
Just a thought Thanks all for your reads and comments.
last night
It's like I go out all I see is clowns while I'm spitting rounds around here see who I gotta see cuz I won't be back for a whole year get it dummy cuz guess what you might be next rip off your tee shirt leave you in the dirt next to that blond bi
KAREN
I WROTE THIS FOR AN IRISH ANGEL!
Anchored.
Good day Mr Drew How do you do? I'm still feeling oddly From thinking of your body Oh me! oh my! Mr Andrew sir What a big anchor You have hanging there! Is it quite robust? Is that a spot of rust? Allow me to clean it It needs a wome
bubble bath
A million tiny bubbles pop their echos in my head, surrounding me in a deep relaxing calmness so wet. The refreshing feel of water trickling over soft fine hairs, sinking lower and lower into the warmness of my lair. Tranquilized by the scent
Tissue Paper Hot Air Balloon
Lit my first tissue paper hot air balloon this week. I am going to buy another to light tonight if calm winds prevail.
live
i feel happy Iam now 60 years old and still alive
~would letters be better~
some call it venus and mars, I call it, it is what it is. Why the fuss?
Love, is it real?
As we left that day And headed into sorrow I couldn't help but wonder Is love real? Can it really be in the air Or is that just a myth Oh, I have to know Is love real
healin
The process
THOUGHTS
Floral gathering kisses crimson something is amiss. Lounge forever in tainted gold. Feathered flight hands forsaken green abyss Lord love lady strength divine peace.
fine wine
I swallow my thoughts of you like hot coca on the path to my sex. Though I work, my mind wonders & lingers on your lips. My muscles pulsate between my legs, aching for your touch, your lips, your hands, your constant rocking, Heat
Searching for the Flame
SEARCHING FOR THE FLAME Why do we try to burn a fire with moistened wood? Looking for the dry spots to ignite? At times, saturating it, with gasoline.. Oh yes, the dry spots light... burning brightly for a short time.. Keeping you warm-- Very
Euphoria
The man in the mirror...
Letter the world 6
Growing up we are taught that the definition to insanity is repeating the same action over and over again with the idea you will receive a different result. Yet every 2 or 4 years we vote for these "people" who lie to us just so they can pad their resume.
Why.
Ok, so more of an essay, with a poetry feel to it. I've been thinking a lot about relationships, and the superficial and everywhere I look it's pretty people together. In singles ads, it's men looking for skinny girls, or blonde girls, or a girl on her back 24/7.(Not that I'm complaining, I'm a Nympho) but still..there's more to life. And we women who don't fit into a Barbie doll mold are pissed. Well, I am! I'm sick and tired of knowing that men won't love me because I don't fit the mold. Not because they've never met me. I wouldn't say this essay/poem is about anger, it's about being lonely and hurt. Can't I be loved too, for not being perfectly plastic?
We Were...
As slow to pain and so we go, Strong be our motif but weak be the end of our day, No one in this Galaxy can pretend nor actually with mort's addendum say, We did not exist. Yet... We are all Dead... (We just don't know it - Yet. Harrow the W
be yourself thats all
be yourself thats all don t fake yourself
The Couch of Dreams
Would you like to share such a loving couch of dreams!
Just.......Mick
This is not my attempt at a poem....just s few simple word's I felt I had to put on paper...to acknowledge the untimely passing away of a dear friend in the last few day's. TM
someone
I believe it speaks for itself.
Wordplay Part 2
I have a vague recollection of being in the pre-existence... I've persisted with persistence from resistance that resisted... I've insisted my insistence, without any assistance... I can vaguely recall said dark distance... Persistor existor...
Writer's Ink
Thoughts on writing and how we try reach out to communicate feelings, visions, love, loss, hurt and so much more. Good Wednesday love to you.
Lover
LOVER Oh lover of mine where can you be? When I wake in the mornings and kiss your face you have a huge smile because your are with me. Oh lover of mine where can you be? When I call you from work you respond with glee. Oh lover of mine where ca
Drifting Life
When we seem to reach that impasse where we have no one in our lives to care for or love, no connections we seem to drift along each day. Just my words on how it seems.
Gloom
Her love was like music Now I am driving down a fog wondering where I am in this braided fabric of midnight and so it goes gloom...
Conjugal
The static kindles, A brush of the hand Current streams of pheromones and hormones Anticipation, The aroma of sweet lavenders, As your hair gently Brushes across my face (Takes a deep breath) A piercing glaze, Glitters, Like the reflect
If Walls could talk
These poem is basically about someone who is in a relationship which is full of secret, so this person wish that walls could talk so the can tell all the secrets of the partner.
She Grasps the Heart Sweetly
I am running away eloping with you sweet love inside the mind Silently breathing ore sighs A golden whisper blowing honey melting treasure treats softly in the wind silent warm Blowing on precious pure beauty Touching petal feelings
MY GLORIOUS CATS
MY CATS MAKE ME SO HAPPY
Winter's Knocking
It was inspired be a friend from Georgia!
Goodbye Coworker
I'm happy for Bob because he doesn't have to endure that place any more. I guess I'm just feeling sorry for myself because once again I've lost a good coworker.
Treasure Shining
a silver creeping mist falling a cloud capping the mountain like a great waterfall flowing in a faraway distance i began dreaming gold inside the vision silver fingers pointing out spears slowly crumbling forward embracin
To New Poetry Corner Poets
Advice to New Poets: Focus on the quality of your poetry And continue to improve it with each write Through your sustained effort and tenacity Your true poetic talent will come to light
Yellow Techno
"Make your day full of shunshine, then share it with a stranger" ~Bliss~
Thing about games
I did what, and with whom? Had my cake..eat it too. Not my doing, swear I tried. Ok forget it, no more lies. Yeah we hooked up, it was a chance meet. Singin' dancin', light on her feet. Why call now, saying the things you now miss? Eyes wi
The Door
Thinking about the world and how could be made better place.