life
well i was depress at one time so i write to feel better hope it make another feel better also
You were flying...
You were some blue bird, You were flying Between happyness and destiny. You were thinking To wind up with dew To heaven… You were white ghost, You were flying Over the sun! You were touching Something In dense smoke… You were screamin
Ma
We sat at the Christmas dinner table eating the four course meal she’d just made this time last year she lay in hospital waiting to die I asked her to sum up in a sentence or a word what she’d learnt in the past year “Live” she said
Favourite things
Petals of a rose white clouds in a clear blue sky a tree full of blossoms lemons swinging in the soft breeze the gentle waves kiss the shore the sun settling down over the horizon red, pink, blue skies silhouettes across the rocks sand
Live Your Life
I wrote this short poem sept 15th 2007. I'm unsure why at the moment I wrote it. But it probally has something to do w/ the flow of the peom. Cuz I can't write just because. I write based on what I was thinking about at that moment lolz.
You are here...
You are here when I’m wrong. You’re my heart, you’re my mind… When I’m weak, you are strong. You're my eyes when I'm blind. When I fall, when I’m lost, You are here, you’re my way. When I’m hell, you are frost. When I’m coast, you are bay.
Touched by an Angel
I love Maya Angelou's poems. They are so eloquent and true to life.
For A' That
"Burns and Scott's words..." That's Robert Burns and Sir Walter Scott.
Imagine MI5 or CIA agents discussing Poetry.
Typed by me in minutes.
Ideas
Ideas I rid myself of you at long last though you stay a wart upon my past. Sleepless nights and pain deep within grudgingly came from you, not given! I remember how on that very first night you took advantage of an unfair fight. That fier
havnt thought of a title yet
just something that poped into my head
To Cross that Bridge
For a friend
To Cross that Bridge
Whispering in dark corners of the mind Places the world has never seen Keeping secret And the silence, whose stillness denies Where have you been I saw a landscape, seems a hundred years ago Green fields and towering oaks So strong then And
Solitude In Suburbia
Solitude In Suburbia With quiet pen ready for inspiration to appear I sat, when a disconcerting noise filled my ear. At my favoured window looking through the glass I saw two men with machines cutting grass. Forward and round as if riding
Optimism
I wrote this poem as my challenge in life, not only for me but also to other people.
Strong Faith
Nothing impossible, if we have a strong faith.
Silence
Silence once again, no one to share All of the paintings, they seem to stare Lost in ones pain, try not to reflect Drive away the misery, suppress the regret Loneliness can eat you, just like a disease Others try to help, with difficult u
4 u...
Wishing 2 chat again,when it's good 4 u Always there,good,bad,ordinary, night or day You'll never find another girl like me, 4 u Curious,loving,passionate,daring, Now in mind,heart,spirit and cosmic way, 4 u 1 day in the flesh,hol
I am not sure...
comfor and peace and feelings
a manic state of consciousness.
i was bored and i like to write so heres something i just came up with.
Flight
Inspired by the thoughts of wild birds and a garden. lol. Its a secret.
A Life
DEDICATED TO STEVE6611
OH MORNING BREEZE
I wrote this poem, under the blissful spell of a cool breeze, on a beautiful spring day ! Some people call it Spring fever, and I don't know why ? I was feelin' really COOL !
ice . . "With That" (polar ice cap)please read
Comes down to respect of our surroundings, whats under our feet, the land! There's a depleting polar ice cap, what you say!
Prison of Iraq
I wrote this after i got back from my 14 month tour in 2004. I think it speaks for itself
@ 12:01
Years ago many a night as such. A moment of reflection:)
Angels at Sea
A poem inspired by the heroic efforts of the United States Coast Guard. Particularly two twins, my best friends, whom currently serve to save live. This is for you Cyle and Cyrel!
pod people
When you feel like a frog at the edge of your dumpster, wait. flies will come.
Sweet Bird of Sacrifice
IN MY CAR I SAW A BIRD IN MID FLIGHT GET CLIPPED BY A TRUCK AND KNOCKED INTO TRAFFIC AND SQUASHED. WHEN SPONTANEOUSLY I ASKED MY QUESTION, I WAS THINKING OF MORE ON THE LINES OF KARMIC ISSUES BUT GOT ANOTHER ANSWER ENTIRELY. LATER I IMAGINED THE BIRD LAID DOWN HIS LIFE FOR MY INSIGHT. HENCE THE TITLE: SWEET BIRD OF SACRIFICE.
"orange haze"
I look at my door, tonight it's orange haze. :)
Shine a Light
Shine bright shine right a halo of lesser beings glimmer beside you tonight Just a placid glow completley in my sight a kinetic dearth of motion a brighter shade of night there is no guidance in your light just harmony just peace just
Drive on my Muse
She is driving Along the dark highway. The rain pours, dropping visions on my shell. She is whispering. I am safe. Outside the jesting rain, challenging waters to rise above. The headlights strobe to the distance, Scuttling glass pellets to
Highway 109
A drunk man in an Oldsmobile They said had run the light That caused the six-car pileup On 109 that night. When broken bodies lay about And blood was everywhere, The sirens screamed out eulogies, For death was in the air.
Despair...
Something I wrote to express a challenge to myself to look at things in a more positive light...
never ending spirit
this poem is all about who i am... a star child
unlucky sam
it tells about my experience in london
I'VE SEEN ANGELS
Wrote this poem just the way it happend. After my real life experience walking along Fulton Street downtown Brooklyn NY November 2006.
Rescue
Cigarettes, porcelain cups Your coffee always filled with ashes Like the sorrow in our childrens hearts If we don't rectify their trembling Your mind will never rest at ease Nor your future hold success If we don't learn from our mistakes Doom
Be optimistic...
A NOTE ABOUT OPTIMISM
soul-ittude
How does one describe truly what it feels like to write? :)
The Miracle of Nain (Luke 7:11-16 - King James)
I was inspired to write this poem when I contemplated the idea of Jesus knowing this widow's grief due to His own knowledge of separation from His beloved Father. Being God's sacrificial gift to mankind for the remedy of sin and death, Jesus knew a level of grief and pain beyond anyone's imagination. He did what He could to ease the hardships of those He ministered to as a means of showing where hope was to those who otherwise saw life as being hopeless! Just as true today as it ever was! .... Jesus saves!
Your heart..
Your heart beats only for me Your heart is only mine Our hearts beats same in same time . Your heart is so warm It give me peace of my soul I want feel it forver near mine. Your heart melts mine Its voice make cry