CREATURE OF THE NIGHT
Part of a collection of illustrated poems, for a children's story book.
Single White Male seeks Reliable Income
Tra la la~ :)
Together We Just Are...
Just a continuation of my other poem. Hope it's up to your standard Agoodguytohave! :)
I Dreamed
I just like this Russian poet and enjoy translating his poems.
Waste words
Just thinking.
The Rose In the Ivy
In a forest filled with wretched brier, not one bud escapes its ire-- the gnarled roots and creeping vines pierce all beauty with its fearsome spines. But deep within, a flower lies, hidden by bramble from all the world's eyes. She stands up ta
I don't know
Deep reflections..
stepping out
I'm changing jobs....
Longing for You
Still yearning for a meaning.....of my life...
Traveling Demon
This is not really about love at all. Unless it is love of ones self. Do you ever reach a time where you just want to run free and worry about cleaning up the mess afterwards? I have been breaking free. No mess yet. But old enough to know when you break this free you will eventually pay the piper if you are not careful.
Push
The push of life.
Instinct Revisited
It's what's inside that makes us.
To dream again
If I get one more response that my thoughts are poignant perhaps it is my observation of the world as I understand it. When I see the chaos of what people today have made for themselves I must remind myself in-between the shallow endearments lies the sickness so many tend to embrace. Yet the earth shall continue long after I am gone.
A New Heart, A New Start
When we look for the good in others, we discover the best in us! When we look at what's good in a place, we discover the joys of staying...
If You Could See
If you could see you would not need your eyes just your mind if you could see you could look at the world with in with out touching feeling the earth sand and falling snow words that break like ice and touch the very soul if you could see the dreams
i hate the world
i hate the world
Poetic rambling
rambling. ?%':)&
Storms, Simple Storms
For a friend who is going through a rough time.
THE BANSHEE'S CALL
In Ireland, the Banshee, who is supposed to be a fairy woman (bean, woman; sidhe, fairy) is said to wail and cry when members of certain families are about to die. It has never been established, however, why this ghostly creature follows some families.
Dreaming Within A Dream
Morning thoughts....
It’s Just Autumn
It's just autumn... translated the lyrics for you! Here is a link to the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGVmZyY1QR4 Enjoy and thank you very much!
Bagpipes Crying
The memory of finding my grandfather's old foot locker, my service during Operation Desert Storm and a tribute to those who have served and to those still serving.
The Artiest
maybe i should go back to the drawing board hahaha
Poetry's lost children
We are orphans of a magnificent utopianism We are the bastard child of an impossible dream We insert ourselves into the arena of division and endless choices We are the party crashers of a lust fest We kill ourselves that you may live You ki
Rapper’s Motto: A Political Poem
A land with no democracy A politician of harsh hypocrisy Hush money just for setting kleptocracy People fed up with this monocracy They long for a mirage called pantisocracy Who understands now the true meaning of theocracy?
You'll have to do better then that
If you not here to pat my back you must be trying to steal my magic hat, you'll have to do better then that, with the words power I well obtain your loss becomes my only my gain, your words come in then go away from birds of pray I must astray, you'l
Tombless
Lost and unmarked graves of the West remembered.
Nowhere Man
GIve him a world..any world and he will drown himself in the tide of the times.. Give him a cause, and his double minded ways will leave him as a vacuous shell.. Give him a drum and he will never march into battle.. Give him a view of the hea
Invisible People
Poverty in today’s world
On the Border
When borders become barriers for freedom.
marikia
Umm.. I thought you were dressed for dinner. Cafe
As Dusk Falls
peace of night time
Please Hang On
The modern world of communication and automation.
One trust
One trust your special One trust for the yum's pride One trust for the times we miss One trust gotta stay alive.. .I will survive One trust for the city streets One trust for the hip hop beats One trust oh I do believe One trust is all we
The Beautiful Victrola
I was trying to write a poem that was somehow reflective of the lost value (in todays world) of elderly folks without being insensitive or tactless in my effort. My intention was to declare that The Beautiful Victrola STILL has much value and worth - just as our wonderful aged folks around the world also have!!! Hugs to all you wonderful, beautiful, lovely aged people who read this poem as being my personal effort of expressing a tribute to your worth in poetic expression.
When the rose rises
She is but a humble seed craddled in the warm arms of mother earth Enshrouded in darkness her loving stem pushes quietly and ever upwards towards the sun of life She is but a bud of hope when her tiny peddles and dew drop eyes smile at the
Touch me
Before my eyes have wearied under the heat of a thousand suns Before I shelter my ears from the relentless clanking of the restless masses Before my memories, my thoughts, and my spirit awaken to the blackness of eternal night.. Touch me
picture show (usurping goodguys' mind)
as peepers watch they share the love with each new word unfurled sweet tidings raining from above before the gazing world but do I pry, should I spy on other hearts' words rendered? that is to say, am I in the way? for not to me, are
That which is whispered
as she left ..
the sea
be it in the tumble aft the winch or out the bow in winter's pinch my heart oft seeks the raven tide in floating cabin I reside bearded, wild quick tempered be my natural place is on the sea my northern star her memory the anch
The Countenance of Character
Just reflecting on faces and the amazing but deep stories that they tell.A kind of romantic description of abstract qualities..
Tears..
Tears A watery testament of compassion Tears A dripping oath of concern Tears The rain of sorrow Tears Your liquid signiture~