A Remote yet crowded Church
the woods are my pastime church. I enter with solemnity. I find peace , harmony and a feeling of being as close to God as possible. I have found that the woods arE THE "CHURCH OF THE WOLVES and they will challenge your right to be on their sacred lair.
MY MAMA MADE ME
its about my mother the way she raised me up. she was a single mother but she took no none sense. when i am not in a good mood i always remember her. i wish she leaved longer to see me growing.
Space granted, please reCOOPERate
Basically explaining to this man I was dating the way in which I love, Giving him permission to be himself 100% without judgment, and the freedom to come and go as he pleases. He wasn't used to that, and the message wasn't sinking in. So I wrote him this explanation
Just Words
Truth matters. Words matter. We cannot settle for the toxic discourse of the day. One reality, one truth and respect for others even those who disagree.
"The Rose and the Weed"
One day while pondering the thought and possibility of plants 'thinking and speaking'... I came up with this poem. It's meant to be an analogy of the way people's lives can sometimes be compared to one another. Success vs failure, popular vs unpopular, accepted vs the outcasts. May it cause us all to be a bit more compassionate and sensitive to those around us who may appear to be less fortunate in life's circumstances.
Will you cuddle with me ?
without necessarily penetration
i"m off to kitty heaven
i"ve never been the same since i lost my jasmine in 2014.i figure its time.
Where will I be
I write my poems With glee Happy thought Of what I could be I could marry I could stay single Able to do anything These thoughts occupy me Where will I be in ten years time Thinking I could be married settled down three kids these
Solitary Owl
In Memory of my friend, Danie RIP 31/03/2008
Measure of Man
Read it and vibe
Handsome Nell
this is the first poem Robert Burns wrote at the age of fifteen and the subject fouteen year old Nelly Kilpatrick, the daughter of a blacksmith near Mount Oliphant. It was written in the autumn of 1773.
Ode to Asma ~Chapter 2~
So, then after, and ever after, my weekly trips to the circle of city for market, my eyes would quickly scan the jumble of bodies rushing towards me, and miraculously she would appear out of the morass. i would frown at any stick raised at my c
A moment we lost..!
just a early moment.i remember camping in love..!wow..!
LOVE 2 TXT
Its the first poem I ever wrote and I think the best one
your fantastic
your superior and cool
An Irish Heart
I guess this isn't really a poem, but my Granny died some time ago and it was a tough time for me, as although I now don't have relationship with my parents I loved her very very much. It kind of helped me to write things down; it still does.
Leap to freedom.
(The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog) This piece is about the sentence that typists learn, to gain mastery of the keyboard, and enhance speed. I wanted to try to turn it into a poem without mentioning any of the words in the sentence directly, but to try to convey the meaning in a lighthearted way.
ODE TO A TWIN SOUL
ANT you cringe you flee but I stamp you out You are no more Yet we share endless living for neither of us can experience an existence that has ceased You ANT unable to even dream of Immortality have thus escaped it I who once y
She Sails In Beauty
Just had to write one from my lunacy. Needed to add a comma in the 3rd last line.
Friends, of yester years
Beautiful hearts, beautiful memories. Makes life beautiful.
A Field Worker's Soil
Most people (ignorant, so to speak) immediately assume that all hispanic immigrants are good for nothings, that they belong in the rice fields. Little do they know, hispanics in general are labor ready workers, hard-workers, willing to sacrifice whatever it is necessary to provide their families with daily food. They're underpaid and disrespected, this poem was written in honor of those great men whose fruit is the product of their labor.
ode to you
past experiences
FUNCHILD
this poem takes us through a life of wonderful times! the years pass by too fast! oneday; you know your ending is near! you wish to once again be with your funchild and enjoy forever youth! then in a fraction of a minute; you are young again; for death is a new beginning!
Brittany
* A Sydney suburb. ** Australian slang *** The Moon
Southern Signs
Just a bit of Southern humor.
Poem for Megan
For seven years I've longed for your love, That's deep and blue as the ocean's bliss - As winged she flies - a lonely dove - Through the storm's eye in search of your kiss;- No longer I'll watch the empty cove, And dying waves that beg for a try
Ode to joy
I live where beauty surrounds me, and this my tribrute
Spring
life renewed
Autumn Blushes...
Inspired by Autumn colours...
Secret love
probably nothing will change anyway
Gods gift
I am but a poet a horseman and recorder of life and reality I have seen my mother and father battle life’s journeys Tis lore and harmony that I write about the true meaning of what is seen this poem is about the thoughts of a mere male who believes that there is two in life not one The heart is one the soul is one yet together two bodies are one thank you for reading my works
COSMIC INTIMACY
Connection and intimacy is the inspiration of this poem.
who i want to love & care
I feel warm and safe besides you That's how I know were true The love I hold inside for you Not enough words to describe I think to myself and say to me I hope your here now with me Cause your my only one in my life who I want to love more an
Dear poets here
Please note this is for all who post here in the poetry forum:)
Let The Church Say Amen!
This is about FAITH in what is true & proving It's Self in everything!
Happy
We can't always expect others or material things to bring us happiness, we must look within. Thanks for reading, God bless everyone. J
Angels at Sea
A poem inspired by the heroic efforts of the United States Coast Guard. Particularly two twins, my best friends, whom currently serve to save live. This is for you Cyle and Cyrel!
Lyn (the kindness of strangers).
* Australian saying meaning rough, unrefined. ** Rhyming slang i.e f*cking nuts.
THE BEAUTY OF GOD'S CREATION
ALL OF GOD'S CREATION IS SO BEAUTIFUL TO ME, EVERY RIVER, EVERY LAKE, EVERY OCEAN, AND EVERY SEA; THE SUNRISES AT DAWN TO GIVE US THE MORNING LIGHT, AND THE MOON AND THE STARS IN SPACE ARE LIKE SPARKLING DIAMONDS IN THE SKY AT NIGHT THE MOUN
November's CConversation
A November Conversation "Leafless tree, gray and bare as your mood, you arms thin and frail, somehow you manage a majestic stance in your loft, as you extend a crooked limb to warn me of advancing snows. And with a gust of wind, four
The Child Renewed
This one is about waking up.
Only For a Moment
We shared our dreams, We shared our fears, We shared our thoughts, We shed our tears. But only for a moment. I found a friend, I found my love, I found my soulmate, A gift from above. But only for a moment. I gave my soul, I gave m
RE: Terminate With Extreme Prejudice (Part2)
Seems more and more of us are ready to join the boondock saints ...good write steve..be well...
RE: Bubbles
I take back the imaginative part lol:)...
RE: S'HAN'PIET.......3
[A strawberry moon, Sinks below the levitating lagoon] amazing imagery, simply amazing......
RE: Unseeing Mole
any closed mind is by definition unteachable....
RE: A Christmas List
Thank you Maxeen darlin'** They say the heart of a woman is a deep ocean, yet the man must protect and guide.. 'Without vision the people perish.'...
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