Voice Of The Storm
This is poem is about one of the most dangerous phenomena the Thunderstorm and contains my views on the event. Written 23rd May 2013
Unicorns are they legend? or fact?
North Korean Scientists Confirm That Unicorns Are Real Archaeologists from the Democratic People's Republic of Korea have discovered the lair of a unicorn ridden by the founder of the ancient Koguryo Kingdom. Koguryo (also Goguryeo or Kokuryo) was an ancient Korean kingdom that spanned the northern and central Korean Peninsula, as well as parts of China and Russia, until its fall in 668 CE. It was founded, according to the Korean Central News Agency of DPRK, in 277 BC by King Tongmyong. And it turns out that King Tongmyong was a serious, certifiable badass - because King Tongmyong rode a unicorn. taken from www.escapistmagazine.com www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WTV-0z7Fb0
Always a Dreamer
‘Always a Dreamer’ Always a dreamer, head in the clouds A smile on my face, a twinkle in my eye, Floating forever, afar from reality, Must I come down I question? The earthy voices grounded in rationality Ponder my life-choice, Wagging the
The Journey
Upon this Mountain’s edge serene Overlooking the view of a span of life Fear not the fall sit close to the edge For the view is not what It seems The pains, and the glory, and the undreampt strife The regrets, the mask, the sincere pledge
A Reason To Fly
Upon of Which I might convince Myself that i can write Would surely be the day of whence The Blue had left the sky So for now I'll just pretend While I linger on these words And if you wish, while you read along Imagine...that you're a bir
CONSIDER THIS.........
Hi everyone...hope you are all keeping well....xxx...Andrew
a jumbled thought
Not all poetry rhymes, some just flows through your fingertips and you are unaware of what you are saying until you reread it. This was one of those free writing sessions about thirty minutes ago. Feel free to tell me your opinions on the subject. All sides are welcome
FEAR NOT THE DARK
Something different....Hi everyone....Hope you are all keeping well......xxx...Andrew
Flower
If God so much loved an insect or a flower to shelter it through storms and trials than how much greater are we to Him than a flower or insect? For My Mom and Dad
A Single Wish
wouldnt we all like a wish, I am not sure, because one just would not be enough
He waits for her
A gentle soul who is at peace now
I feel
Just impressions..
Shadow Sound
in response to shadow1950's 10-word challenge
potrait of a lonely man
searching for love
inside
There is a place somewhere on the inside, and its one that I cannot escape Its fill with all of the demons and the ghost I learned to hate There is a face somewhere near
Soul Searching
Faded pictures of angelic faces immersed under light, like water flooding the area of their being. Tattered souls are portrayed through frayed edges and smudged prints from analytical fingers on a pessimistic hand. Scared with marks originating i
The Great Master
I visited Grasmere today
A Tribute To Women
Just trying to come up with something special for mothers day
Trials and Tribulations
at the end of the day its what we have done not who we are
To all my fair maidens
My spirit..my love
This May Hurt A Little
My shadow stretches into oblivion And the further I walk it lacks desire Hope was never intended for something darkness would inspire I've waited far too long to pe
Windermere
a day out
Sounds i hear
Birds cherpping, dogs barking, babys laughing, and children playing just some of the little things my ears are hard of hearing when all the others are yelling an them. Yelling things like- "your so fat" i have pills just to keep me from gaining more
teacup
Just randomness I suppose
Plough, Pen , Pistol
O Plough! You are very antique In the unique history of man; The only instrument of livelihood, For filling his empty can. You taught the mankind to live Like a bundle of wood; To live in a village together And to get their food. You tau
The Wheel
The cowherd boy runs after a wheel for pleasure, but a wheel is there after everything , after everyone with which plays He, the Creator. Fate is the greatest wheel that reels unseen us above; we are bound orderly to move in our own ways
Alone
You are by my side I feel the warmth of you Lighting my heart within Yet it anchors me The weight of it Knowing I can’t move on I look your way See the memories in my mind Replay and rewind The stories of our life Created and shared togeth
Another Day
My heart beats to the rhythm of a war drum As my eyes fade they fall away from the horizon Because what my ey
Something New
I believe in the sun even if it isn't shining. I believe in love even when I am alone. I believe in God even when He is silent.
Simple Thought
You are the eyes of the sky The light of the sun, the tenderness of the clouds; Stars are your thoughts, the moon is your dream. You are the scent of all flowers, The beauty of all species, the wisdom of the mountains, Nature is your smile, wi
sail of in life
this ship sails in one direction never looks back only memories they drift by saying how i feel cast in this world an ocean of memories always dreaming of something better missing what you never had sailing of into illusion looks begin to fad
bear the pain
Just a thought. Do we agree ... Peace - the virgosign
Poetry is life
Night with no sleep Outside, the moon listen to lost dreams protected by the stars. Inside, a beating heart feeds body and mind. Reading poems of enchanted worlds I start writing, matching my words with the rhythms of life. Like a lig
At Night
At night, my passion is for you. At night Losing my breath, i ask you to stay... it's you i want to take, the same way darkness takes the light of the day At night Being part of you Dancing between the wings of a lost angel At night I can f
Waldo's Mountain
This is wrote about a place I use to play as a young girl. It is not only in honor of this place but also in honor of its great artist who composed this. One mans trash is anothers treasure. His dream gave way to many dreamers in my town for many years. Thank you Waldo for the many legacies you left behind. (Sexton's strange mountain ended up being the highest point between Kitty Hawk and Key West, offering a regal view of the grand Atlantic. The mountain, looking like a cross between an Aztec temple and an orderly junk pile was a great tourist attraction, renamed the Hanging Gardens. Sexton died in 1968 and vandals and collectors began to lay waste to his gardens and eventually the site was cleared. The junk man died a millionaire.) http://articles.orlandosentinel.com/1989-09-03/news/8909024704_1_sexton-junk-waldo
MUSIC
Silence around, No light and no sound Outside shadows of lives, the sun is awake Still..it's dark and cold, empty heart with no soul to shake For once listen to us, then make your choice We do ask for you, but we scream with no voice The
Dont know how....
I dont know how or why but you inspire me every time you make me write and breath..... just a single word from your lips.... can turn my world my day and night my soul was looking for yours tonight....! **************************** You was
Away from the sun
Torn from the arms of the ones who loved me, cast into the storm with hate as my company. Forced to see the sun from the bottom of a well. No hope this life is a living hell. So far from the light that guides our way I lay in dismay. My dreams are to
Caged Inside My Bones
If you'd like to know what's in the ocean, you can just go to the surface and scrape some off.
Alive
Staring into the face of the unknown we are scared to let go afraid to take control. It’s easier to follow the flow but our hearts won’t continue to beat slow. When we reach the end of our ropes were forced to let go and before you know, you’re hurle
The Miracle
pondering...pondering....and more pondering
A Prayer
A prayer for mi corazon Jocelyn..