THE ROAD OF THORNS
THE ROAD OF THORNS She held her breath, as heartache danced again, in a legless heart, she wished that now was dead, this barbed wire ring, that tears her heart within, hidden yet, no guard to keep it in. Yet hate she should ''the bastard
AS WE LOVED ABOVE THE DEAD
AS WE LOVED ABOVE THE DEAD You stood naked against the tombstone, the graveyard, whisper quiet, you shivered, at my touch, in the stillness of the night. In the hills, a vixen calling, Ivy trembled, as if in dread, as we in passion, trul
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
BROKEN CHILD WITHIN
BROKEN CHILD WITHIN I found her you know, the one, the one they said is never there, but she was, hidden behind her cascading hair, dangling across, her gentle caring face. It hung, as if to hide a truth, but it was the honesty of innocen
ENCHANTMENT
ENCHANTMENT If you asked me for a star, I should gladly take to wing, to endeavor to please you, being worth the fall, but being me, I would capture a star for you, and then go after the moon, to adorn you. Though in truth, you need no emb
Soul pain
about lost fullfillment..
This Isnt a Poem
this isnt a poem, not written by me, this isnt a poem, as you can plainly see, if this is a poem, the sun shines at night, if its a poem, the bat can see the light, it cant be a poem, it was written with no thought, i cant be a poem, c
PROFUSION
These are lyrics I wrote to one of my original songs I performed with my previous rock band. The words personify one of my diverse styles of prose, because it incorporates an overly abundant/excessive (profuse) amount of poetic elements bombarded into each line. (See also "Enchanting View" for similar Profuse style; See my Profile for Illustations of both compostions, under "Photos". Thanks for reading : )
ROCK'S IN HIS HEAD
I wrote the lyrics to this rebel anthem for one of my previous band's harder electric guitar (distortion) rockers. "He's got Rock" implies moxy (testis/balls ; ) and of course the double entendre of having rock-n-roll in his head (and/or loose marbles free-spirit crazy?). Party On, Rockers!
Phony
I watch the phony on my t.v. As I eat my baloney sandwich. There words sound so good. draw you like a bug to a windshield. Phonies on the radio,in the newspapers, Phonies everywhere. Are you a phony? Am I ? Copyright 2011 John Yona
Eternity
Relevance of Time
The Rules of Keeping Time
Whose time is it anyway? It's your life isn't it?
Too Tired To Sleep
worries do keep me up.
Flower of Mine
A flower is not always what it seems
My necklace
first post in here be a lil gentle people :P I put it in a blog but didn't think it made much sense being there when we have this! My necklace fell apart that an old flame had made for me and i just had to get the words out.
Footprints Frozen in Time
Whose were more important mine or the oldest recorded footprints ever? Well, I don't really think mine will be around quite so long...but they looked cool anyway. :))
A Misty Morning
It all just comes to a stop. Smoke blown in to the moisture laden morning air... Hanging there before my eyes... It's message not lost to me, but perhaps ignored. The sun never quite giving the feeling of a day begun in earnest. No stirring fro
A New Life (for Emily)
A poem I wrote for my friend Helen when she was pregnant with her daughter Emily.
cozy ?
just musing with a little tounge in cheek
"TIME"
I just recently considered the concept of 'time' being like an invisible army or foe - always mounting it's forces against us to ultimately destroy us.... this is how I fashioned it into poetic verse.
Hypocrite
I admire people who live and let live, but have little use for those who would run you down under a guise of deception.
The Mask
A poem about a truizm we all know oh to well.
Light From the Darkest Star
This sonnet is a metaphor for 'truth'.
IF'S
just some off the wall thoughts
Portals of Time
Reflecting on what a "day" is...metaphorically of course.....in a sonnet for just the fun of it....why else?
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.
Green-Eyed Monsters
For all of those poor suffering souls with such chronic bouts of "invidia" I assail you to find this cure. Peace, Love, and Tranquility.
my enemy
i am so lucky having you as my enemy having you to hate having you to fight i am so lucky having you as my opponent dreaming your death planning the million ways to kill you i am so lucky having you in my life someone to blame for all
so lonely so real
dont u ever feel so lonely that you wonder what its like just to have someone special to be whit you to hold you tight do you ever wonder why it takes so much to say just a simple word just a second from your day do you ever feels so hurt and lost up
Waiting Angel
When I was younger I felt so big and important. As if I was the whole world. With time that has passed by I have humbly learned that I play such a small part in this huge world. And everyday that is given to me I except the challenge to try and make it better than the day before.
Twice as nice
Today I thought What if I tried again. Ive nothing to lose.. Can I love again? Even though it hurts? Alone does not suit me Solitude is not my thing. Never thought I would write again I was wrong on this..too. Cannot be bad Even though
FEAR
Fear is such a fearsome opponent...
stepping out
I'm changing jobs....
Sonnet La Forest
This is just an attempt to give sonnet a shot.
Memories
I Dont understand what I wrote but sound nice .
Monsters
All the stars gone fallen from the sky Darkness reins holding its head high Sun trying but gives up cannot rise Here is the grave where trust lies I have taken what I came for but turn to look As the monsters rose the ground shook I am not afra
'back road' original song. '87
1st song I ever wrote. I was 17. :) it's had some staying power with me for sure.
Lasting Beauty
Why have people substituted so much worthless junk in place of so many beautiful and natural things?
Lifebuoyne
Well, this is a rather local one, composed upon the banks of the Boyne in Drogheda, Ireland.
[Untitled - again]
drenched in sadness the clouds are crying wrapping the skies in a sheet dark and dull cracks in the land's breaking rocky skull swallowing waves leaving them dying far out a tower, a lonely beacon a lighthouse in darkness missing its light mi