Rebirth of a Myth Creature
I have always loved the myth of the Phoenix
sound
how long does it take to hear..?just wondering if time can exist in a wave sound.(excuse pls the gramatics mistakes)
Intercommunication
Written 11-25-11 Was walking home from Wal-Mart and heard hounds (I heard the braying within their howl) howling along with wolves and wondered what was so important wolf had to tell dog, and well... I now know
The Queen of Hearts
The sacrifice that homeless servants can make..
This life..
This life is too short To hate each other This life is too short For many tears and pain. This life is too short For so many wars and diseases. This life is too short Without love and happiness. This life is too short For crimes and r
Your Own Special Place
Are you there yet?........Andrew.....xxx
So...You Think You Can Read My Mind
An old posting that an email today brought back to mind.....Hope you like it.......Andrew.....xxx.....Anybody play?....lol
A Heart Beat Away
Our hearts are stronger than we give them credit for....
johntheraven1 ready to excite you
my spirits alive im ready to excite you with every poem that i write changing faces changing the mind floating by like im a mime drawn out pictures just to shock you with my praise love you all in this poem page take me with you to your thoughts toda
Why Must Women Be Beautiful?
uh...about women? lol
change
The chance of redemption does not come to us very easy, for change in ways of habits cannot be changed so quick. for the virtue of your ways cant be seen by others but to your own self being to obtain rather than lose is a more worthy go
Give me the power
I did not write this I translate it from a Tamil song the god inside is not particular but general the title is SAKTI KODU meaning literally POWER GIVE have a blessed weekend my fellow poets AND I LOVE YOU ALL
To thy Celtic Lady on a Journey with No End
I once knew, and still know, this woman, not only known as Lady, but a true lady of the word, in every aspect. I guess I was just, one of the lucky ones, and privileged ones, to see how true love, from someone's heart, can make everyone
about time......
in the solstice of the winter sun the old fella seeks what's known refuge from the morning glum a place to warm his bones his verandah lay open there for all who do pass by i'm sure if you'd stopped to share his words would never run dry a s
True Love Never Leaves
Can you even begin to comprehend the Love that gives you the breath that you breathe
I know that such parting
I know that such parting: Alarm at heart and emptiness. Both again pain, and again expectation Call or post leaf... I know what is recalls: The thrown photo for a long t
MYSTICAL MERMAIDS
With the haze on the water, even looking through misty rain, we can still imagine a mermaid, just as mariners of the past.....shrouded by the mystique of the ocean.......NZ is a country you are never far from the sea, so we get chances daily of imagining Mermaids........ Though often these days they are local children swimming with man-made-tails.......LOL
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sky in water and clouds in the shape of her face a door to light in shadow though which my soul sought grace for spring is the time of butterfly's departing and casting paper airplanes to the moon
EYES...
....are the STORY OF MY LIFE /in times of Peace Soldiers are left home to enjoy their kids and family,when the time comes They rise up from the dust to Serve the Purpose They do not need Pictures with heavy frames on the wall,They are MEN/ /Salute from the bank is accepted and very pleased/.
Who Art Thee
Who art thee....the stars in the night sky,the wind from north,south,east,west,the rays of the morning sun,the essecence of life.....Love.
"Upon the Lily Pad"
to enjoy/relax and soak in all that is around and silently within x
He saw her profile in the net! (2)
This girl wasn't in this site,so don't be scared. But anyway,all people here,we must take care.
Why Don't I Write Poetry?
There was a post with the question why do you write poetry. I decided to answer the question with my own question why do not I write poetry and along the way answer the question why some people write poetry. I did it for fun and would like to hear the opinion of the professional poets here on the site
Soulfully Yours
A string of thoughts with spiritual application with a sort of creative self reflection....
I see you ..........
Always trying to pick peoples heritage through their features ..........
Lines written in the English Lake district.
The English lake district inspires the pen which has not ink enough to scribe it's beauty.
smileing is infectious
Smiling is infectious, you catch it like the flu, When someone smiled at me today, I started smiling too. I passed around the corner and someone saw my grin When he smiled I realized I'd passed it on to him . I thought about tha
My Dream
We should listen to our dreams.
Everything
I just wrote this little poem I was inspired and it came to mi mind. Sometimes we forget that life was created to be happy and we lost freshness and hopes but everything is there.
WHERE LIFE GOES
YOU NEVER KNOW WHAT LIFE HAS IN STORE FOR YOU!
The Orange Good and The White Sun_3
I looked at the sun. It was the same white. And suddenly I imagined the whole Universe with the white sun in the middle and a little orange Good that was jumping from one planet to another. And the whole Universe was its home. It has been many
TRAVELLING MAN
The "Virgin" I am referring to is a train, (Yes the real name of it) very sleek, fast and smooth, went for an interview to a different city a couple of days ago.....got the job.....lol
Dreamers
Because what this world needs is people who are ALIVE, and asking them why they are may just make them reconsider everything altogether.
IF IT'S OUR TIME, WE HAVE TO GO
There's a certain fear with an invisible enemy in our midst. But I believe, if it's our time to go, we have to go wherever we are.
Light
It's all about the people who bring Light in ourp lifes.
The Journey
my journey..........an on it goes ......he he
TIME
If i could just just unwind and rewind, If i could just wait around, If i could just stop the ticking. I could have saved the love lost, I could have got that job; I could have done everthing, That was meant to be done So precious,yet aint
thanks..........
the innocence and beauty of children is so humbling when you are caught up in the big world ...............
Ode to Poets Corner (acrostic)
as said an ode to all in here and the anguish most of us go through teasing the last few words out and now my own brain sure aches lol
I do know you (beboo)
this is dedicated to Beboo got this inspiration while I read your beautiful poem. . . de al salle. . . and thank you
Tales From The Moon
It's been a while since I've written a poem with animals mentioned hasn't it? Went running this morning, and looked through the dark trees, only to see the bright moon everywhere I went, and it got so quiet I swear I could hear it telling me stories. Stories of animals from times past who blame man for their demise. And I know, in some way, I am a part of it, for I am but only human.
La Steaua (The Star)
This is a very famous late poem by the Romanian national poet Mihai Eminescu. In my translation, a long vanished star is depicted as memorial of love - the one kind of light always present even when what gave life to it no longer exists. Every generation carries that light within them onwards as those before it and love remains in the world. And for the future - something beautiful like that is not really an illusion; its a tribute to the best part of ourselves.