Who can say?
Evening thought.. Cafe
Day By Night and Night By Day
Abstract on day and night.....
Older women
Older women cannot be fooled but Their hearts can be broken Tread lightly my friend on souls refined with fire Speak softly to ears pierced With the sound of good bye's Never look an older woman To intently in the eyes lest You see a thousand
One Day
One day I'll put my poems in proper order - Until then, you must now bear with me. Making sense of my life's general disorder And to write on until I become free. The stories that I paint with my words were At one time true - as you will come to
the summer job (in paradise)
twas a time of fresh worn innocence eighteen years of age and the writ of my experience fell short upon the page ragged as a student who had never eaten warm come in she said and welcome to the ladies dorm hardly out of smallburg green as
gravitational pull
the boat is idle I'm drinking some tea I look to the shoreline thoughts come to me experimental daydreams as oft I'm inclined so loved by the genius we walk behind Einstein, I think imagined a man struck by twin lightnings as only
marikia
Umm.. I thought you were dressed for dinner. Cafe
Call of the fire
Let me be me so I Can love all of you I am light and easy And so are my finger Tips upon your face Don't cage me with the Sentiments of lesser Mortals Taste the electric fire that My faith has lit within your Soul Come close, but not to cl
The splash of raindrops
Looking out through my window at the rain, I pondered what it would be like to walk through woodland, and came up with this poem.
Love’s Scornful Eyes
Attractions, Obsession, Delusion, disappoint.
Bill
A little humour, on a Sunday afternoon
Closed
Tiny hands that cling to coins with such hope To reach out and find the machine is broke Holding back the tears and trying to cope No signs no warnings of closed for repairs In a hurry not paying attention Grasped the frying pan handle, to fee
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
the artist
our tale begins midwinter in austere and ancient rooms.. where landlords sold satanic ales to drink away life's glooms a tortured artist drinks alone his circumstances dire sheltering in his suffering ways adjacent to the fire the world h
the willow signs her name on the river
when the playing cards fall from the poker game of life in name or in spirit I'll always call you wife you watched me live my dreams as I trapped the river, free you only caught a fleeting glimpse of how we used to be the river shares
some nights
when the river is gentle when sound runs and sighs when starlight is music when I first heard your lies your blonde hair silk curtains fell over my world and it robbed me of daylight on the night it unfurled some nights I can't sleep
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
courage
when the clinker fails in the boards of your heart when the gunnells dip and you lose your chart when you sail alone through the seas of steel when your sails are drowned by a broken keel when the wind dies and your spirit's corrup
stay the course, girl
for Vanessa
Capturing Time
I feel 'a cosmic green light' staying on for me to write just now.
her question (my answer)
she looks at me, mid pub, and asks in a way, rhetorical as if she knows something I don't and will never "why do you live on a boat?" for the sounds of raindrops above my sleeping head for my conversation with dawn always the same woman
FAIRY DANCE
FAIRY DANCE And gaily dance we did, amidst the trees, To enchanting fairy music, 'neat soft moonlight, Until dawn's light called softly, on whispered breeze, Then wearily we traipse home, to fairy fort, within. Until once more, well reste
Flower of Mine
A flower is not always what it seems
Girl with Flowers
The girl with the flowers Walked by Her bouquet was small, pert And pretty. She stared off, As she walked; Nonchalantly - Her fingers forming little spirals With the ribbons on her bouquet. Her hair was coloured A bright Auburn red Sh
The Power Of Our Imagination
Imagination is boundless and a new poem to try and get some of that down in words seemed a good idea for a topic. I don't think anyone will ever capture everything about our imagination, but I did like how this poem flowed.
E C S T A S Y (Acrostic)
Just a bit of fun with word play, but I think it come out nice.
cozy ?
just musing with a little tounge in cheek
Sonnet La Forest
This is just an attempt to give sonnet a shot.
The lion never sleeps
Cuddle by your warm fireplace within your walled cities says the mighty lion Build you vinyards lavish with the fruit of the ground Watch your children play in the warm breeze of life's summer Regale your minds with the threadbare wisdom of t
a flash before your eyes
I suppose many of us must buckle down with this most dangerous weather event before us. it will have become devastating and deadly for so many....
Treasure Chest
As I walked along the beach I came across something buried opening the lid it gave a screech then stuck until it was jimmied Tentatively I looked inside excitedly to my amazement it was full of scrolls I opened and stared at them blankly
Never cross over
Never cross over to the other side The side of the dark world Where anticipated desires Will be met with deaths deception..and a soul killing Never cross over I say For you shall surely.. Die!
Age
I rail against my feeble body that once was so swift despair when tasks take three times longer now it crept up on me seemly overnight, this thing they call age, it pulls me down with it's agonising slowness Always been the adventurer travelli
CHALLENGE
I thought how about we all write a poem about our favourite Poetry Corner poet. We have many real characters who are good poets No Time Limit your title must include the name of your chosen poet (real or screen name) Lets have some fun and put som
MY RIVER. ( a distant view)
Three miles down...You make it look so easy. White caps meandering slowly through crook and cranny. Like you, my course is fast and slow. You share your white, frothy cascades... and I share my solitude. Your angry charge of the riverbank hast
Being
Being, existing, living all that entails a cloud exists as it floats by Until it burns up in the sun's rays rain falling softly sustaining life Moon gives her own by nightlight secretive creatures do exist in her light Being is, to
Velvet Hand
There is something of me in everything I write. Strong is best, getting strong is the goal...
A Bit of Story and A Glimpse of Shine
A bit of heart for them who lost it A bit of earth for them who lost their steps A bit of warmth for them who frozen A bit of love for those who hate A glimpse of light for those who are blinded A glimpse of hope for those who are in need A
Sonnet
Sitting here in the dark no reasoning Watching as the world starts to awake I'm always on the outside looking in Not knowing which road for sure I will take Cold wind upon my face sun heating me Heart filled to the brim so full that
Sleep
It has been a good day Now to retire to bed Engage that mysterious state Sleep that little taste of death As night makes the city A temporary morgue For wandering souls Some will not awake,alas The rest refreshed restored Resu
Moonsay
There is much which withheld from us about the moon.
A womans heart
Many a poet have delved into the mysteries of a womans heart only to drown in the debths of confusion.. Who is she? What did you come to see? She can be a mirror who reflects your greatest dreams, or your worst nightmare.. Watch out! Come cl