love swindles
this poem is how i express my journey of love and life.
The Travails Of Life
A muse we have felt and been through at some point in our life.
I'll Always Remember
Goodbye M.S :(
Who Can I Be .... !
Late at night as i lay in bed, As many thoughts rush through my head, I think about the weak and strong, I question all the right from wrong, I wonder who could i really be, I think of what’s gotten into me, I hang out with the entirely wrong
My dream woman..
True story that happened to me in 1995. A girl that lived four doors down from me named Debby. She was one of those super friendly to everybody type people and never saw the impact she had on me..
FEELINGS
just wrote how i felt
to love a mad man
not everyone can be saved, even them that you might love and sometimes we have to know that in order to save yourself.
What happens to love
This is my love story.
A Heart Turned To Dust
There is so much dust on the trail of broken hearts....
love lost
I gave u my all my heart and my soul... U got lost and made my world dark.... I was patient and understanding, but It wasn't enough... I still feel u need u and crave u..... Please wake up, and remember, please...
Stone Cold Eyes
Everyone has felt like this at some point I think. I hope I did justice to this sordid existence.
LONELY
"Lonely"is a word I can't explain 'though I searched its meaning in my brain, I know the feeling - I know the pain But the actual meaning I can't obtain. I know the symptoms very well, I know the day when I befell The gnawing cravings which
a new romance to desire for..................
romance is found......hopefully 2012 will bring the new romance....
Once Lost, Love Can Never Go Home
Everyone who ever loved and lost knows this feeling all too well.
A' Soumissionner Vous Adieu!
We've all had to say farewell to one we thought we were inlove with.
A look
I was bored when i wrote this.
Love after Death
Things are just not the same these days. Burn to fight, yearn to love- yet not so much. Only violence remains, Under my skin like veins, Through which warm blood once rushed. Among the broken hearts dashed and shattered, Strewn about, wind-sw
Snow White and the 7 dwarfs
This goes out to that awesome man I met on here. . .
No place to go (Home Alone)
In my home On my own I stand-alone I give a cry With no crime In this time I believe it is true I am blessed For the blues Dress to impress In this room Say the things To make you bloom Embrace your time To make you sing To make you sh
Who is to blame?
Where is the shame It’s not so tame We are not the same Who is to blame? We chat for a bit And don't even sit You use me for a while Not even with a smile It was only a trial Have some respect It was not perfect You don’t give a reason Y
I bring it to you!!
I sing to you I bring it to you Can I be strong? For this song In this phase I make my phrase At my best Just in distress Look inside It is all true In my stride See it through As my double Could this be trouble? Wanting to be on m
I'm sorry darlin'
We've all been there one way or another..
Night of love
This is about spending a night of passion with someone and in the morning waking up alone
~~~~Just let go~~~~~~~~~~~~~>
Well sometimes we just need to let them go....
~~~~Never say goodbye~~~~~>
Sometimes it is hard to let go even a year later...Bye
I Cry, I Weep
I cry, I weep, for all the love that is missed. The depth of pain and sorrow is deeper than any ocean that my tears try to fill. The lonely heart is always the saddest, and only I, who tries to fill the void truly seems to see all the pain my sole mu
Time Of Memory
Remember to remember a memory lost and not forgotten in your heart
Almost
I wrote this a month after my divorce. My wife had just moved back to England with my daughter and I think this pretty much sums up how I felt.
Moving On
For those of you who read my first attempt at poetry, "Almost", you will know my wife and daughter moved back to England after my divorce. I struggled to be honest, and at times I found life very tough going. This poem was written at a time I could see a future for myself, and I had found a reason for being able to see a light at the end of the tunnel. The "she" I refer to can be one of three, its intentionally ambiguous. My daughter, my Mother (who sadly passed away when I was 16) or an unknown future partner (who it seems I am still looking for!). My poems are very personal. Very few people I know have read them. But I am interested to see if they stir up similar emotions in other people as they do in me. Please leave comments, I would love to know what you think.
REASONS WHY,
Women pass through my life for a reason. To teach me lessons that i could never learned if they stayed. There are some things in my life that aren’t meant to last. They just take place in my life so i will be smarter next time, ;( .... (Quote by me)
longing
originally created may 30, 2011....
i will be ur strenght
created may 14,2011....
please let me be....
i wrote this on blog section....i forgot the poem section here and i am kinda low when i wrote this.....
Ignorant blissful lover
wrote this many years ago just seems to be more prevalent to what i feel in my life now.
Good times Bad times
A lovers plight..
Love
I wrote it it's about lost love and trying to find it again.
Mornings
I use to love to wake up in the mornings with you by my side it was a wonderful feeling till I found out it was a lie at first I was devastated ,I turned to the whiskey and pills but that finally convinced me that your love was never real The d
Early fall
One of the first songs I ever wrote
When tomorrow starts without me
When tomorrow starts without me I hope that you will see that the love we share is truly meant to be Remember when we snuggled up it was so fine I knew I was yours baby, you where mine sometimes love don't work out only God knows why
Piano.
my poem is about myself to be honest cause it was based on my mood and how i was feeling and i was just starting to feel the single life and i got depressed cause sometimes i would remember the good times me and ex had together but he cheated but then i would remember that i'm that piano without the player and waiting for someone to light a spark cause the first thing two people that was mean't for eachother feel when they touch or kiss is sparks.
Are you for real?????????????
SORRY NEEDED TO FINISH THIS ON ANOTHER TO FIT IT ALL ON HERE GO TO SECOND HALF OF THIS.
The Roads
this poem is about my life and loneliness and how long I've been alone