A King Unprotected
I miss playing chess!
In Prague
A final dance before the music stopped.
DID YOU KNOW?
The older I become, the more I reflect on the irony of life, the irony being I wish I knew when I was young and pretty what I know now. The world was my 'oyster' only I did not know 'diddly squat' about life... (says she smiling at the irony!
He aprendido
Se trata de los valores perdidos en nuestra sociedad y mas por el respeto.Me sentía inerme al ver la degradación de nuestra raza o como somos como seres humanos
MEMORY CLING.
as we in NZ leave summer, though weather is still hot and humid, we wait the winter when we can revisit memories stored.....
I am Not A Poet !!!!!
A realisation that I am not very artistic. Should have made more effort as had plenty of time. So think I probably have lots of talent too but too lazy to make things happen . Guess there is time but I am the same . Lol :) Folks don’t get bored or annoyed . I am just passing time .
travel
A moment on time a glance The open space The view the window To gaze upon The open fields Of lush green The sun high above The glare on the window The sweet on your brow You look and gaze Lost on a moment of time The clatter of
Soul vs Heart
I'm torn between accepting the fact that I'm just a technician or trying to continue my search for my calling something more soul satisfying
The Feeling
Feelings - come and go like waves - sometimes softly cuddling the shore, other times crushing roughly upon it. I encoded one of the feelings inside the poem. Hope you`ll be able to see it :)
rsa
when they drys out they skitters along the foot paths all year long [non deciduous] some are colored some aren't
"Danish Tales"
here i express my favourite fairytales from my childhood... and nowadays i really don´t know the influence of them in my present life...
cold night`s hot day thanks mighty sun
i enjoyed todays work out in the sun from the cold cold night
Baggage
Hello thank you for reading my poem.
When u will suffer...
When u will suffer remeber my voice Don't cry my sweet baby,clean u tears Remember our funny moments. When u will suffer,remeber my eyes They made u see the child from u And you pure ,and honest heart. When u will suffer rememb
Haiku 575 Grand City NY
Night photo of New York on my wall.
Through The Mirror’s Eye
As I watched myself carefully Analyzing the details of my body A flash of memory struck Neither did I know what to feel nor how to react I never gave you the wrong impression Always been honest to you about my passion I told you from the very
Madman Jack
He came riding in, With the setting sun. Out of breath, He was on the run. Tall and handsome, His features built. Pressed with fear, He was loaded to the hilt. Come again, play some more. He`s quick to tell you what`s in store. Live hard, d
My Havana
He followed a dream to Havana, Cuba – amid communism and embargo. A beautiful country this Cuba is, and the women are soft on the eyes. There are whores, yes, there are whores aplenty, but not like the ones in Gomorrah. I’ve been there before
No Time
Hurrying about. Without a thought. No time to worry about silly things. Ink pen stuck in hair, no barrette. Who really does care. No time to rest must finish work. If it is possible I think my brain hurts. If I slow down hunger would catch u
Dear heart..
Dear heart I know I broke u in many pieces Many times and every time I tried to put u pieces Together to recover u, I know is my fault for U pain dear heart. Is only my fault,because Everytime I think I hope people Change or still Exist ho
When u are sad...
When you are sad,think to me When u are sad listen our song Enjoy the words and forget Let u tears to fall down All sadness from u soul. One day u will be happy. When u are sad watch the birds And imagine u can fly to me.
I am...
I am an angel lost in this world I look a place of silence A place of pure love I look a friend near to me. I am an angel lost in the crowd I wait to be discovered by a pure heart To show me honesty and sincerity, To protect me
The Ride
This poem is about a night leaving Tijuana, Mexico. My friend and I had parked on the American side and walked over in the 90's you could do that. On our way out she dared me to ride on a mechanical bull that was near where we exited. This was the experience from that ride. It is part of a collection of poetry that has been turned into a novel I'm looking forward to having published very soon.
ABC poem..conclusion J-Z
P art 2 of this poem of pop b egins with a K and then stop J is for the jackson five (-courtesy of gashly) K inks gave us a WATERLOO SUNSET L ulu took full advantage as a student whose song was TO SIR WITH LOVE M ud loves to dance with those
my short message
my short message to you
A Quiet Light
Reflections of a peaceful home in winter in the New England countryside.
Two Women
Dedicated to Jacqueline Du Pre ,and Jacqueline my friend
Time Tunnel
I like to explore enjoy travelling meeting people being sociable loving and caring the time tunnel
The little Coat
Suppose I am in nostalgia mode, my grandad. :) He was a great sailor round cape horn! I do think towards how his life was many years before. I have his stories, I am glad happy that he shared them with me. But then I was so inquisitive! To ask and sit with wonderment yet sadness. Soph.
statue ( 40 word challenge)
On the plinth the object of beauty Cold to touch marbled in stone Elegant captavating figure Fine detail Long legs Tall and eligant This living structure Made with love For the eyes the ordiance This sculpture for all of us
Time Trap
Time trap Boom boom soon soon How tricky ticky time can be Time trap Boom boom soon soon It's all about the memories Time trap Boom boom soon soon It's the month of twenty oh history Time trap Boom boom soon soon How tricky ticky t
Yesterday Young
It's been a long journey over yonder mountain No going back to yesterday young In memories I drink from a sweet fountain But there's no going back to yesterday young Sun never seems to age Neither wind nor rain But every day turns a page An
Roots
I want to put down roots like the great oak tree, or my native mango tree, even a stately coconut tree... I like roots.
Songs I Love From 1985
As we end another year I was thinking back to some good songs from the past. My favorite from George Michael who passed away on Christmas this year was Careless Whisper which was the number one song for 1985. We lost David Bowie, Prince, and Carrie Fisher this year. I looked at the songs from the last few years and I have nothing to take from 2016 to add to my music collection. Happy by Pharrell Williams was the last song I liked, and that was two and a half years ago in 2014.
Enough of mourning
Enough of mourning and of pain It´s time to live and laugh again So take my hand and let us walk spend an evening with good talk. We´re alive and today is ours for tomorrow who knows? Enough of problems and of stress forget the world, it´s suc
The Dress
Funny how no matter how old I get I still will think about the wedding gown as if I were still a girl.
Your Birthday
A lost love, written a few years ago, but still in my thoughts
No, I'm not Byron
Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov
Sighs
Composed on the fly.
Shadows
I put this in the story section but decided to put it here:-)
A play on rhyme.
There has of recent time, much controversy as to whether poems should rhyme, there is a longevity in the rhyming format, which is now seemingly absent from the younger core of poets, they to there credit embark on a format somewhat strange to my generation, but equally worthwhile, all I have done here is to present an older style, which may or may not rest easy with many, the fact is that we write, regardless of style, that is the virtue.
DYING EMBERS
Africa was at peace and tranquility before the White man came. Chinue Achebe's THINGS FALL APART and NO LONGER AT EASE are clear testimonies to this fact. But the Europeans came with the Bible and build Cathedrals. Our people abandoned their sacred traditions and the pristine paradimns of peace and harmony. But today, everything is in disarray.