Along Came You
How the world was illuminated that night I met my husband.
Secrets Of The Day
The secret of the day. :)
No Sound
As I lay here alone, in the silence of darkness’ digital age, sans the ticking of the clock to mark the passage of time, I am engulfed by thoughts of you. It was only yesterday (or was it the day before?) that you came into my life unexp
I switched off the light
there was a glow yes ann a glow and I could still see I could see you see your eyes smile your smile walking hope facing up leading up nothingness
choices
flip the coin watch it spin wait for the fall and start again heads you win tails you mend roll the dice make your bet up the anty start to sweat winners take all losers go home flip the coin wait for it to fall run to see which way its
HERRINGBONE HEMMED
JUST ANOTHER POEM FOR THE INJUSTICE OF IRELAND TO BURY DEEP ENOUGH THAT ONLY A FOOL WOULD SCAN THAT FAR TO FIND A POEM WRITTEN ON THIS EARLY FLORIDA MORN, FOR SURELY SHE IS AN UNFAIR EDITOR BORN
Nowhere...and Thinking
Sometimes we find ourselves thrown into a life changing decision and feel as if we are on the edge of an elevator looking into a dark shaft. Wanting to drop one floor to the promise of a great life, afraid to leave what was safe, and just suffering while we decide
BED, BOOK AND HANDLE
NANCY REAGAN'S ADVICE WAS AS LAME AS WHEN HER HUSBAND BECAME A LAME DUCK
Come With Me
Come and take a ride with me. :)
Push
The push of life.
Q & A
Failing the 50 word challenge, I chose to modify the poem at Andrews suggestion. Thanks for your inspiration Andrew!!
In Future’s Defense (revisited)
Written in response to andrew149's rhyming-50-word-story-poem challenge
Allegory
It looks like a 50 word something, but I very much doubt it.
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...
Fill Them Up To Overflowing
A day of wishful rain thinking comes to pass.
free cee COULD ROCK ANY WOMAN'S WORLD
i like smoking weed a lot
Tombless
Lost and unmarked graves of the West remembered.
Tin-Horn Tale
A mysterious Scotsman joins the crew.
The End of the World
I wrote this poem in 1999 during the millenium when the end of the world was supposed to happened. I recieve an award for 1 of the top poem in the U.S. in the year 2000. I am so glad the world did not end, I would have never got the award. LOL
As I Make My Way
This song is about taking "the journey".If you have then "you know". If you haven't then you'll never understand.
The Guardian
By Kelly White
Nuance
June 8, 1982.
selfish
what am I doing? just crawling into bed that's all I'm doing (were life fair) it's my 'down' time as I thrash about in chase of hypnos invariably, I guiltily rehash the old hash that occured during my 'up' time apparently one has never had e
A Single Man
Your smiley face At dinner time Would be fun Instead of the paper
Toys of the Mind
Toys of the mind we create for ourselves With pink ribbons and glitter and kept on a shelf On any given day we'll unwrap one or two Pop open a box-any one will do Today it's the black box and out jumps the hate With green ey
Language of the Heart..
The language of the heart is not confined to time and place Its thoughts.. like stones in a brook are washed and renewed by the river of life.. It accepts the cold waters of adversity And rejoices in the warm currents that spawn new
Needful Things
Through the fog of this lower world the candle of truth illuminates an uncertain and dangerous path because.. it is needful For eyes dim with fear and doubt are the gifts of darkness.. Along this path voices taunt from within and wit
Spirits are Flying
Spirits are flying touching and tainting Our mystical sky that celestial painting Touch not, taste not They obey no rules They create a world fit for fools Spirits are flying invading the land On the loose they are To ruin man Wh
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..
desert
I watch, sometimes I laugh, sometimes I admire, sometimes I cry, but does not drop a tear: my tears have been dried by the desert the same desert that I watch, that sometimes I admire, that sometimes tears from me a bitter laugh. And that en
an echo
an echo is a lonely thing its just a mirror to another its not an answer its a repeat its attractive to the victim who thinks its an agreement but its just fake an echo is fine in the outdoors where nature makes it so as it bounces off and
Self Me My I Die To My I
This is what happens when you get three days off work..lol
Mind Boxes
uh..that was sugar you put in my coffee..right?
Riddled with Doubt
tribute to uh..Wait a minute. I have to go back and see what I just wrote.lol
The Moon is Woman
The moon is woman Bathed in celestial light A jewel set in the heavens Crowning a starlit night Her charms bewitch Her mystery untamed Her beauty matchless Intrigue her name~
wild horses
wild horses are free to roam across the plain wind whisks their pace their open domain watch them they must move all the time and search for the pasture they graze and roll in it wild children in laughter so many colors so much power as t
Nature Knows Not
Conscious man.. unconscious nature~
Life Chasers
Hope!
A poet is.....
Poetry is art
This Old Dirt Road
Life is such a journey .......
They dollars love.
and that was all with with his love
A soldier without a home, Coming home
made this one abouth all soldier veterans who return home, and do not have a place and go about many of their situation today,