Love is Kind
done under serpico12
Hypatia
Hypatia of Alexandria (about 350 - 415 AD) was a mathematician, astronomer and philosopher- one of the last librarians of the great library of Alexandria. 'Violet rays are only sunshine...'
Calligraphy
A Hobby of mine
happy poem
happy to dream of butterflies. love to dream of little fires. pleased to dream of hearts desires. got to dream just to inspire. want to dream of leafs that require. promise to dream of love just dream happy
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Gate Keeper
Walking thru the forest one day. I reached a spot to my dismay. Where nothing was as it seemed to be. I wondered if my eyes truly did see. There in a clearing was a large iron gate. Where an old woman leaned against a rock. So old I wondered
1037.5 Mph
As the sun sets on another day Nature makes her grand display Clouds like fire across the sky Soft white cotton floating by Such beauty in a fleet
The Writer
Some people write for happiness and some will write for cheers. Some will write for sadness just to let go all their tears. Some will write of love and for things that are to be. And some will write something else that might make history.
Eternal
For day after day, I've ploughed this field, Albeit for nothing, a barren yield, Covered forever by a black cloud, Where green shoots of hope are not allowed, In this field that no-one wants to know, Where even weeds refuse to grow. But, though
Your Own Special Place
Are you there yet?........Andrew.....xxx
THE RIVER OF LIFE
No river can to its source return And all must reach the sea Through its many twist and turns It meanders purposely Along the way mountain streams Begin and join the throng Spreading out throughout the land The river growing strong And fi
Dawn has opened up
Dawn has opened up the shop of life again sunshine or maybe rain who can tell Stirring, believing, and hoping rising awake to each day shaking the dreams as the moonbeams fly away Walking through time reasons that rhyme mountains of pr
Words of Kindness
I thought I might share this poem that was written in the Yorkshire dialect, I have tried to faithfully rewrite this into everyday English.
strawberry girl 2
i painted a new picture of you it was fine. we stayed together most of every time. we took a walk down memory lane. everything was perfect just as it seemed. i painted you my strawberry girl. in a house of our own my sweet. every thing was just as w
Conversation with the Universe
Look within.... the answers to all our questions can be found there, if we look long enough.
The Way
Inspired by other poets........
A world without words
Life without endearing words is like being in a garden without flowers. Endearing words create a feeling that transcends our reality and makes life worth living.
Tomorrow..
Tomorow is the big day my baby We finally see face to face, After long talking to phone And chatting on net. Tomorrow we shall meet face to face And our eyes will meet together And our lips will touch softly. Our hands will touch themselves
Shyness
under my old serpico12
Light and Darkness
under my previous username serpico12
Chill Out
done under my previous serpico12
madman on paper
hope to follow me in the blistering cold. im a madman on paper and im getting old. im at the edge dear god whats left is a face in the dark. hope to follow me in the inner light. for the sake of man i will not fight. im at the edge dear god im still
photos
beautiful lullaby breathless moments. sculptors friendly sunbeam open. hand in hand we all stand in moments. timeless photos beautiful lullaby dreams. your a vision of beauty graceful heart. love is two dreams never torn apart.
home
home is where you are my friend. its your sanctuary till the very end. keep it graceful and a gentle trend. its where you sleep and dream. forever its the place you keep. its your home live in it. until the final breath has to end.
THANKYOU EVERYONE!! Not a poem
Well, Some things cannot just be kept quiet, and it seems my birthday was one of those things. Thankyou ever so much to all of you that thought of me on my day....Especially Redex, Larry, and Orpheus, who wrote a smashing poem each, and Scats, Scha
New Day
Sun is shinning oh so bright flowers blooming what a sight Birds are singing, flitting round heart is glad with joy new found Now sun sets out of sight golden clouds start the night Draped now with all the stars each one in it's place becau
what it means to be a man
my plans will inspire. to leave hope aspired. welcome to the life. dancing across the sky. in hope we all stand. what it means to be a man. in love with all his dreams. trying hard to get his wings. to scream out loud i am man. as i fall through life
taste of heaven
i died today just to live. i loved the world so i would give. my solitude was always there. i saved my hope because i care. i followed footsteps over water. if i never followed would it matter. a found a taste of heaven in your eyes. the sweetest voi
Self
I want to express that I feel we should not be burdened by people's opinion of us when we are truly alone but I think that is a good thing in the way that we shouldn't allow anyone that opinion because when we realise we are alone then we are free to be our on self.
Mirror, mirror...
The trap which not to fall into... Don't do this at home, kids!
"maybe if our hearts"
just my thoughts on a blank piece of paper(a dream from the wild)
The Brightest smile
Dedicated to a young lady who's poems where so sad.
Reflections in a dream
While I slept one night I had a dream through a darkened forest I walked alone Along the banks of a meandering stream I heard what sounded like a moan I stopped and looked into a pool And saw the reflection of a fool The man looked older than
Somewhere Dreams
Dreams tiptoe softly through the night sense direction, instincts right glimpsing sweetness just in sight holding closely, softly, tight they meander through the drifts of time thoughts born to me, from me, of mine tell tales of sleepless,restl
Genie
There once was a man who did live in a flask; The light which he saw looking up was all he who couldn't be bothered to question and ask could ever perceive: It was all he could see... To wonder and question to him was a drag; The light which h
Feel (Cinquain)
Feel hand fingers palm skin heat tender sensitive smoothing of face feel
Inner Springs
under previous serpico12
iv been/ dedicated to all of you
thanks everyone so far for your help i feel that im going on strong
A mad world in art....
This is what came to my mind as I was about to draw this mad dog on my Skatch book. Hope that it makes a bit of sence to you the reader.
By Myself
I finally made it all the way Back to how I was before And at the end of every day I know I've made it for sure I've struggled from the very bottom And will eventually make it to the top I thought that I'd been forgotten Even that didn't make
Dream with me
Dreams ride swiftly through the night Sensing nearness, closely bright Fantasy gentle within my sight Reaching arms of gentle might Hold on safely, softly, tight Absent all that is not light In my mind they wind around Telling much without a s
Rich man
Oh- behold this image upon the upright mirror- The curse of this, the great man: Being ignorant of misery- to build another man's misfortune upon misfortune until curse conceives curse...