Isolation (a sonnet)
Now touching on this isolation writing I touch it now I am the daylight fighting. This winter's day of clouds grey overcast To wait a week or two just to outlast. I've found something that I could not say Favor romance on a dismal day. So
forsaken
deep past the arrival of eve's night long after the throng of the city's holiday paraders have gone he is left far from the crowd, hopelessness his only companion the avenues mostly still, mostly silent the homeless panhandler remains in an alley
WAR
WAR = Crimes against humanity.
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
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
to remake anew
she was crying in the sea unloved and worn she spoke to me her heart and boards were long ripped out her diesel engine left in doubt yet I heard her heard her true in her estuary of blue I spent a fortune on her hull I slept benea
art supplies
the day was sketched time added air with roughened strokes in spaces the sea inhaled sands grew around memories bivouacked a swept stroke emblazoned on a hidden horizon counterbalanced by the edges mushroom umbrellas bl
JOY OF LIVING
This poem is a vibrant celebration of life, portraying it as a dance filled with joy, love, and beauty. It starts by likening the breaking dawn to a tender awakening, signifying a new day full of potential and experiences. The wind's melody and the emerald fields embody the world's natural harmony and joy. Moments are compared to a river, each one unique and filled with the potential for love and joy. The intoxicating 'wine of life' represents the intense, profound experiences we live through, all under the vast, star-filled sky where dreams and love find a home.
The Rose
Within the blood-red nature of this rose, Runs sap of life - without impediment, A scarlet ruffle, in the sunshine grows, Amidst the thorns of our bewilderment, That blooms in Spring, before the Winter snows, Banish Autumn, and the flowers' raim
Into Eternity
Walk into eternity adorned with imortality Stripped of flesh and bone, this primitive reality Mind dimensions unknown Spirit transcending time Consciousness awakening from itself With its memory left behind Infinity is just a
Holding on…
Sometimes 'waiting' can be a challenge...
Do you see ME?
No one is ever just what you can see.
The joy of being ghosted
Ah the joy of being ghosted as you ponder the last thought posted It starts out like a wonderful time discussing many thoughts of introduction The hopeful ideas come to mind could this be the one for to make such a production of affections?
The Oblivious (you don't know who you are)!
Just thinking things are much more complicated than people can understand. Way more than you can think.
Angels in the sea
Absolutely have no clue where this came from but, you can take it or leaf it.
While in the Air
I think I have a point.
The Charmer
Yesterday we met for the first time, no not face to face...His voice like a snake charmer...I was so desperate for just a word to make feel like a desirable woman and oh boy did he have an arcenal...he kept firing them...my body began to get warm and
Sweet Release
Cadenced footsteps quicken A jangle of keys Now freedom and release. © lovecanbereal All rights reserved
Against the Odds...Haiku.
A poem of hope for Ukraine.
love affair
Polly wanted love so much she saw all the other girls chased by boys smiling..holding hands....kissing (gulp!) folks barely spoke to Polly and especially not boys she crept through life as an embarassment a silent mass of skulking apology her
What is Haiku?
These few words I write Are stripped as bare as Winter Haiku poetry © lovecanbereal
The Arctic Tern
My reply to "seagull" Note: This poem is strictly metaphorical. I've met someone here, already....
HOMELESS ORPHAN
Tomorrow ever full of hope can never be for it has no place on earth yet dwells somewhere ‘twixt dream and expectation It has no being to call its own
A Silent Telephone
WARNING POEM MIGHT BE PERMANENTLY MIND ALTERING! RATED R Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian. ADVISED FOR THOSE WHO ALREADY BROKEN IN BY TAKEN LSD.
Into the Chrysalis
Individual potential
Haikus 5-7-5
Lets see what others can come up with too, lets go
Let Me Play >
Let Me Play > In Your Garden Where The Warm Lily Grows Swollen In Time Up Through The Moist Grass Wet With Dew
Auguries of Innocence (By William Blake)
This poem has always caught my attention, especially the first verse. It certainly makes you think about life and its consequeces. Auguries of Innocence is a poem from one of William Blake's notebooks now known as The Pickering Manuscript.[ It is assumed to have been written in 1803, but was not published until 1863 in the companion volume to Alexander Gilchrist's biography of William Blake. The poem contains a series of paradoxes which speak of innocence juxtaposed with evil and corruption. The poem is 132 lines and has been published with and without breaks that divide the poem into stanzas. An augury is a sign or omen
Illusion of love
Dont know why this, as it's not that great but, feeling a bit disillusioned lately.
Mixed up thoughts
Mix your thoughts All jumbled up Life's body grows from seed to dust From youth to adults we gather are thoughts Who are we why we here where we going we do not know On are sole journey Full of life highs and lows We battle are thoughts
A Poem about Poetry...
Some thoughts around writing.
the undressed oak
he sat on the old deck chair and thought about her about how she tied a strand of blonde behind her ear when she was anxious how the sun made plans between the gaps of her fingers how her breath tasted how her beauty made her invisible
something shimmering and right
pause and feel it so familier yet you've never seen it with your eyes a kind of innocent expression something naive something wise I wish I knew what you were searching for something shimmering and right a favour granted by yo
The Opposites.
this is my amateur poetry on opposites . It began as a describing of couples who are opposites but completely transformed into a discription of opposites in their essence . tell me what you think about it .
Gleam
Gazing into your eyes one enters a trancelike state. Easily captured by this wellspring of gripping allure, one teeters on the edge. But, the edge of what? For to fully enter such unmapped crossing may approach a leap of faith. What is to be discover
you
If I could hold the quill of truth over the page of unfolding story and hold it still and let the page itself write the words of your defining glory if I could see the candle that lights the table beside your bed and see that light
strawberry Hill
all was the same on strawberry hill the city looked up at those walking down and tethered boats traced the breath of cloud all was the same on strawberry hill shadows hid in the corners of old masonry at the stroke of 1 figures emerge
marianne
drank whisky from a bellybutton after hours in a bar heard the sound of my breathing through the lungs of your guitar heard a seagull sing the blues from the deck of a fishing boat heard Mississippi for the first time thought
A Poem For My Fellow Poets
A cowboy poet's view on writing poetry and sharing it with fellow poets and readers.
tracks
I sit transfixed as thought it flies to see warmth twice inside her eyes a carraige full of moving breath some bound for life some bound for death the train arrives and brakes do bite and all else there is prop and light a flicker of wind...
streets (for Liam Reilly)
For Liam Reilly (Singer, Songwriter, RIP)
Starpiercer
If all the sharp stars, fell down from up high, from spaces beyond deep blue skies... Would you even try, to catch at least one, or stare glaring as each star dies?... Might you doubt that I, care not for my sight, I'd stare at the sky until you...
online today!RE: Inner Fear
So true we all do seem to have a dark and a light side. But to be honest sometimes it is nice to just let the dark side out to remind people we are not so nice that they need to take advantage of us. Nice write...
RE: I Thought I Found A Job
Lmaooo this was too funny...
RE: ~Vanishing Point~
Evocative and deep, thanks Bentlee...
RE: Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
Mac.. Naw.. Just a rooster with an overworked imagination. Cafe...
RE: Haiku 5-7-5
Good haiku i loved it....
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