shelter from the dorm
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 a
borderline
Park was the head officer on the border crossing between North and South Korea. He had a problem. Two weeks ago a woman, let's call her lin, pitched up at the crossing gate with a jute bag of soil attached to the front panniers of her well maintai
Haikus 5-7-5
Lets see what others can come up with too, lets go
The Oblivious (you don't know who you are)!
Just thinking things are much more complicated than people can understand. Way more than you can think.
The joy of being ghosted
Ah the joy of being ghosted as you ponder the last thought posted It starts out like a wonderful time discussing many thoughts of introduction The hopeful ideas come to mind could this be the one for to make such a production of affections?
the wild road
Hearts? yes be they a bell still dimly all a chime though faint and pure it sleeps a'rest neath the fraying canvass of time yet what is comfort friend? what is rest and what balances the ledger of your heart when all her m
the face of god
I took a walk in ancient clothes across your face, a mile and as I tired I took a rest in the corner of your smile my crops slept in barren fields before my primary death then your eyes became a sun and moon as birds danced in your breath
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
cars and girls
the cafe was closing and the air was darker than age Mary was fixing her order and her world had become like a cage will you still see me on Sunday? will you wear that dress and look nice..? but you know that a question ain't a ques
Canadian girl
I met her in the winter in a bar upon the hill when the dark was carved by starlight and the moon had paid the bill I stepped in from the wilderness from the howling wind and rain I was weary from my journey's around other people's pain
JOY OF LIVING
This poem is a vibrant celebration of life, portraying it as a dance filled with joy, love, and beauty. It starts by likening the breaking dawn to a tender awakening, signifying a new day full of potential and experiences. The wind's melody and the emerald fields embody the world's natural harmony and joy. Moments are compared to a river, each one unique and filled with the potential for love and joy. The intoxicating 'wine of life' represents the intense, profound experiences we live through, all under the vast, star-filled sky where dreams and love find a home.
The Rose
Within the blood-red nature of this rose, Runs sap of life - without impediment, A scarlet ruffle, in the sunshine grows, Amidst the thorns of our bewilderment, That blooms in Spring, before the Winter snows, Banish Autumn, and the flowers' raim
HOMELESS ORPHAN
Tomorrow ever full of hope can never be for it has no place on earth yet dwells somewhere ‘twixt dream and expectation It has no being to call its own
A Poem about Poetry...
Some thoughts around writing.
woman in the poster
they said misfortune stalked you.. they said that life was hard in the genetic school of poker you were dealt the hardest card a rogue gene: you misshapen henceforth they would detect but all I see is beauty in the poster I inspect it w
you
If I could hold the quill of truth over the page of unfolding story and hold it still and let the page itself write the words of your defining glory if I could see the candle that lights the table beside your bed and see that light
when
when I tamed rage and tried anew a road emerged that led to you when I quit work and made a career I fed with tune my starving ear when darkness fell about my boot I shed the cloak that hid the truth when I buried hate and t
something shimmering and right
pause and feel it so familier yet you've never seen it with your eyes a kind of innocent expression something naive something wise I wish I knew what you were searching for something shimmering and right a favour granted by yo
Gleam
Gazing into your eyes one enters a trancelike state. Easily captured by this wellspring of gripping allure, one teeters on the edge. But, the edge of what? For to fully enter such unmapped crossing may approach a leap of faith. What is to be discover
The Opposites.
this is my amateur poetry on opposites . It began as a describing of couples who are opposites but completely transformed into a discription of opposites in their essence . tell me what you think about it .
strawberry Hill
all was the same on strawberry hill the city looked up at those walking down and tethered boats traced the breath of cloud all was the same on strawberry hill shadows hid in the corners of old masonry at the stroke of 1 figures emerge
tracks
I sit transfixed as thought it flies to see warmth twice inside her eyes a carraige full of moving breath some bound for life some bound for death the train arrives and brakes do bite and all else there is prop and light a flicker of wind...
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
streets (for Liam Reilly)
For Liam Reilly (Singer, Songwriter, RIP)
"Last Chance Lover"
Some say loving is gambling But my card decks have other use Nowadays games and relationships are scrambling Surely there is a certain abuse The fortune is always counting on random Real chances are rare If some people bet and lack a condom
THE NIGHT SLEEPS
HAIKU! He sneezed. God bless you. She responded.
the undressed oak
he sat on the old deck chair and thought about her about how she tied a strand of blonde behind her ear when she was anxious how the sun made plans between the gaps of her fingers how her breath tasted how her beauty made her invisible
the air did move in silent sing
the air did move in silent sing as linnets sung on warble wing and truth did shine upon it's clock as two moored souls depart the dock time bent around the sides of trees as grass made love to naked knees and dappled light found darkened shad
Mixed up thoughts
Mix your thoughts All jumbled up Life's body grows from seed to dust From youth to adults we gather are thoughts Who are we why we here where we going we do not know On are sole journey Full of life highs and lows We battle are thoughts
Rattler
In a depressed state of mind, this poem came to me faster than any poem I have ever written in my life. the words litterally popped out of my head faster than I could write them.
A Silent Telephone
WARNING POEM MIGHT BE PERMANENTLY MIND ALTERING! RATED R Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian. ADVISED FOR THOSE WHO ALREADY BROKEN IN BY TAKEN LSD.
Tomorrow's Voyage
New Years !! Something very symbolic to a new year like in voyages in time, we will head across unknown chartless territory to new horizons.
Wordplay Part 3
Or are they?
The Teenage lcbr
** Not really true, I was only interested in Adult things, and that, for a teenager - are always, the things, which we can't have! *** I'm being ironic, I'm an atheist, this just happens to suit my poem, as a "literary device". ^ P.N - a school friend of mine (initials changed, and identity withheld). ^^ Bludge: "To bludge" is an Australian colloquialism, which means to: - "not try very hard". ^^^ See my poem "My First Time", to see what happens next, in my life. Please Note: This poem may be purely allegorical, with the I "first person, descriptor" used as a device to generalize about the kind high school years, which may be familiar to "many". This could be largely "Poetic Licence", however, I have tried my best to explain some aspects of "Adolescent Angst", here. ps: Thanks for all your reads, lcbr.
The Silent LandlineTelephone
WARNING POEM RATED R Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian. ADVISED FOR THOSE WHO ALREADY BROKEN IN BY TAKEN LSD. POEM MIGHT BE PERMANENTLY MIND ALTERING! Namaste
kiss
you and me sitting on the edge of memory the radio sings about the things we want to do your kisses bring a rising spring of honeydew its gonna be a long memory searching for the taste of your sweet love it's been a long time s
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
iron bars
I came from the sea I came from the sea is that woman still there does she still wait on me? I toiled on the sea I toiled on the sea until I took a man's life who tried to take mine from me I fled the sea I fled the sea and hid inside t
current events
At first not caring that some statues and memorials were being removed. As well as the naming of schools, highways, buildings, etc. I thought that I understood. But it seems as though there is no end to it. Eventually, there will be no nami
the wreck of the catherine anne
fragments of stories half heard in the inn awoke in me fires stoked by the gin catherine anne moored in secret twilight buckled neath bullion jewelled to it's height a vast templar treasure won by the blade fortunes were lost to gre
guitar
I spent monday just walking through town searchin' for magical timbers of brown I watched tuesday morning arrive like a swan calm at the surface when calmness has gone I spent most of wednesday walking the deck from the truest of bra
neat whiskey (and untidy women)
drank whiskey from her navel after hours in a bar heard the sound of my breathing through the lungs of your guitar and lightnings just a broken string on horizon's air guitar cloudy lyrics fall as rain through the windscre