End of the century, 1984
Eileen Maud O'Shaughnessy was the wife of Eric Arthur Blair- better known by his pen-name 'George Orwell'. The poem was written in 1934, intended as a look 50 years into the future...
What Is A Successful Woman?
The traits of a successful woman and how we can all relate to it. :)
SAILS BY ANY TIDE
FOR YOU MY LOVE, THE BEACONS ARE LIT, TO GUIDE YOUR SHIP INTO MY HEART, UPON THE TIDE.
E C S T A S Y (Acrostic)
Just a bit of fun with word play, but I think it come out nice.
Road Trip (rhyming acrostic)
Rolling down the dusty unmade road Over the rackety bridge we rode A slow trickle of water under it flowed Driving on even though the road narrowed Tranquillity not at all overshadowed Room to breath w
Black Marbles
Re-edit...
A Child's Pain
No words necessary.
Dark Matter
The only thing that matters in this cursed dark universe... Are things unseen in sick dark dreams that bring what surely hurts... Invisible stars too far to reach elude me every time... Dark matter is the element that can make your dark stars shin
Be Yourself
Be Yourself
A Poem For My Fellow Poets
A cowboy poet's view on writing poetry and sharing it with fellow poets and readers.
Starfall
To distant memories and new beginnings.
Gifted Hands
A poem for the working man and for The Maker who makes it possible.
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
TWILIGHT
An old woman, who lived in a hollow part of the valley, climbed to higher ground, to stand by an old gate, and watch the gold, or pink hue of twilight, thrown out across the hill, which she loved dearly, sometimes while strolling of an evening, id met her there, and we muzed, to while away an hour, and watch the gloming. the poem Twilight, is in her memory, Babbie Johnson, may you rest in peace and stillness, of your beloved Twilight. auld wans, a local expression, meaning old women
I live in a Trashcan..
I live in a trashcan on a cold alley street Amongst all the garbage with sores on my feet Oh, You've walked by, mabey a time or two Handed me a dollar So kind of you Today, you spoke, and we talked awhile You asked, 'Do I know
On Being Yourself poem
Hope this poem helps you all to realise how special you are, that you cannot be loved by everyone yet this does not matter truly as you can still be brilliant/true to you, you can love you for who you are and learn to be the best YouSmile
Square Circles
Remix
Shall We Play??????
This is where I will add bits as they dribble out Please feel free to add what ever you like I just dont see the point in seperate pages for each poem
Solar Storm * 4 Paloma *
Dedicated to you dearest Paloma....
Mentor * 4 Soulgoddess *
Here you go Angeline. ...this should get their minds working.
Missed Kisses
It's a bit of wordplay again.
Drifting Away.......
wave after wave seasons change an the winters fade into the summer sky's ,where the seagulls fly an there hunger cry's like dreamers from a different time ,where dreams never live or never die drifting away it seem far beyond the wildest dreams ,with
THE SYCAMORE TREE
I HAVE IN TRUTH, STILL TO PUT AWAY, CHILDISH THINGS.
Ice Flowers
Trying to bring a bit of cool refreshment to these hot summer days and nights.
mountain man
The happy always act go the extra mile times too short to analyse the chemistry of a smile back there in a second when fur met bearded face a fabric-smell conductor on a horse to a special place near creek and stony edge a place you call
Wordplay
Just wordplay again.
The Abyss..of Desire
Take a journey to the heart of desire Into the abyss of passions fire Through waves and waves of liquid love Steaming up daydreams miles above Through swirling currents of uncharted regions Your soul is snatched by passion
What Am I? (a riddle)
Here's a riddle for everyone.........let's have some fun people!! :D
Spring Time
The Spring brings things which the Winter witch stole... Flowers soon bloom, bright colors unfold... Trees resist breeze, and bring forth their fruit... For your lovely lips to partake of... The sounds of your heart are so doubly-sweet... Natu
You and me against the world...
You and me against the world...
This Old Dirt Road
Life is such a journey .......
My Dream Date
Totally abstract daydreaming about a dinner date with my dream-girl while out walking on a deserted street.
Liar
Winds howling whipping tearing their way thru Currents strengthening swelling with their pride You yes you begging from release from lies Damn them they will not have a place to hide Moonlight shining on darkened battlefield Yell
Sweet Release
Cadenced footsteps quicken A jangle of keys Now freedom and release. © lovecanbereal All rights reserved
"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.
AWAKENING TO DREAM TIME
FOR THE ONLY ONE THAT MATTERS, IN THE AWAKENED, AND IN THE DREAM HOURS, OF MY LIFE.
Dream me
Thought I'd try something a bit different. Hope you like.
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...
The honor is mine
The thought of meeting you Keeps me up at night All those poems you wrote Sunk deep in my soul I've stirred a course through Loves sea And you've been the wind in My sails So sad that my hands cannot Cup your cheek I send you my t
Oval Octagons ( Square Circles Part 2 )
Part two of my poem Square Circles.
Sad The Sensitive Artist
An observation of poets pitching a fit when they are criticized. Not a pretty sight.
Poem Gets Death!
A Poem was sent to prison To await execution From fearful minds who'd silence Freedoms Revolution! At 6am. the guns will fire Every phrase shot through and through But Freedoms Rhymes will reload again to give its life for You!
RE: Catching Up with An Old Love
Good times and good laughs, Ikes FB can be a good and or bad thing. I caught up with several friends and girls from the past. Problem was they were all married so I just stay off ..Nice share...Jesse...
RE: WHEN THE WORLD STOOD STILL
Thank you Lily - I keep praying that the world will turn around before it's too late. Thanks for your friendship. Kathy...
RE: DISSOLUTION
deep and powerful write sir,thanks for sharing it...
RE: THE BIG BANG
To us as humans, the Universe may as well be infinite......
RE: My Boy
Poet he is only 13 but ask like my little man already. Thanks for the comment. Have a blessed day....
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