Not Your Enemy..
Sometimes we are our own worst enemy..and critic.
The Dove
Here alone in my bed, I lay with thoughts inside my head. Of the day that has just been, and all the things that I have seen. Of each mornings crimson rays, a perfect start to every day, and all the people I’ve met, or those I have not met y
Spring's Sundown
In Springtime's bloom my bones, supple Willows; danced in simple purity... through salt-marsh dunes waving Goldenrod wands. Time was a friend stretching out forever~ to brighter tomorrows of mystery, and everlasting love.
4 am
It’s 4 am and I’m still not ready to think about you yet. It’s 4 am and my eyes won’t open; my heart won’t close (to you).
In Memory
In Memory I awaken at the first break of morning light that chases moon and stars in daily flight, I see the dawn trap a blossom's new day smile and witnessing this, I hesitate awhile. Then as the sun causes my staring to yield I turn to st
Grist to the Mill
towered sentries a hundred years old stood in silence as the troughed wheel continued it's stationary journey allowing only the stream to pass.... four seasons at a time.... occasional romance blossomed.... a squeak an grind from time to time from w
Dandelion Dreams..
It was a beautifully gorgeous sundrenched spring day I had the urge to get outside to chase away the winter doldrums and mingle with the earth and so I called to him , his eyes lit up at once at the idea of frollicking on the lawn Ah but ther
Practical Irony
Yeah, This is not a poem. This was written about driving. I guess almost all of you have felt this. Driving fast in a lonely road all along at night with the stereo playing an easy tune.... and your mind goes NUMB..then all of a sudden it starts to run down things of your past that you thought you have forgotten !!!
LONELY RAIN
PEOPLE LOVE STAND UNDER RAIN RAIN OF LOVE, PASSION, DANGER RAIN OF SADNESS, LONELYNESS, RAIN OF INSPIRATION, RAIN OF HAPPINESS RAIN WHICH TAKE YOU HIGHER AND DOWN IF U
LONELY DESERT
SOME PEOPLE COMPARE LOVE WITH DESERT DESERT WHO IS WAITING FOR RAIN DESERT WHO LOVES SUN, BUT WANTS WHISPER TO ME I AM HERE IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE I AM YOUR INSPIRATION I CAN MAK
CAN U FEEL...
CAN YOU FEEL MY LOVE? CAN YOU FEEL MY THOUGHTS? CAN U FEEL MY BREATH? IF U WANT MY LOVE LET ME DO T HOW I WANT IF U WANT MY LOVE LET ME MAKE IT HOW FEEL CAN U FEEL MY LIPS? CAN U FEEL MY TOUCH? CAN U FEEL MY HANDS? IF
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
Star light
Its up too others to say what they think the poem is about
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
continental/divide
A simple reflection of time passing:)
A lost angel....
looking for nectar of love
Far too hot
one of my first ,not my best, still fond of it
All that gleams
All that gleams As the sun sets on the old man’s face He reflects of a different time and place Of mates long gone, forgotten they’re not Some died of misfortune some of them shot When men were plenty and woman were none Saturday night to
Sleep
Dream Dream little cerubus As daylight begins to fade Is not the silence Inspired And brings forth all manner of change Sleep Sleep now in quiet The sleep that angels keep As low the moon glows Shining softly Through the glass, its b
LOOK IN MY EYES!
A poem about feelings
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
Morel Hunting
I love morels, a lot!
THEY CAME FOR SUPPER
The day has cast shadows that hold no image Out my window I can see them coming Across the bottom land they walk Speaking to me in a language I have heard in my mind sense before my time I tell mother that they are here She smiles and says Supp
A Princess Rests
Written at the time!
The Killing Of A Dove
The Killing Of A Dove Fashioned to enhance all that is beauty in life carved gently by the greatest sculpture’s knife this enigmatic creation draughted from above, this woman prepared softly and made for love. Soon tiptoeing in virtue before s
The Poet Writer
The Poet Writer The poet writer tries to tell his truth to mankind though not from thought yet from his haunting mind. Not in the prose of a story, but remaining within a tale that turned an inner dream into a deadly inward gale. Fed by devils
The Voice
The Voice The crooning on the wireless came when I was a child then forever in my heart the voice was tenderly filed. As my youth grew, a need for the voice grew with me caressing my soul where only devotion could ever be. When first I fell
Waiting List
Small explanation: The first and second set of colleges are mostly ones that I looked at, the second set are plausible grad school options for me, the fourth set (all ivies) are long-shot grad school options and Princeton... well... that's my dream school.
Train to now where
The wheels turn the noise echos on the tracks voices heard chit a chat music loud deafens ones ears One longs for peace and solitude Destination known One travels to destinations end where one goes one is unknown till one arrives
my life
welcome all corrections....
Larne’s Life
Larne’s Life This is the way she was,Loch Larne, Prolifically teemed with fish and vegetation, The air about her abundantly sweet. Bushes and willows animated her wonder, For friendly fishermen to laze around her. The skies and tre
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.
Changing face
I just changed my face ! actually the picture. What do you all think of me? lolz?
CONNECTING SINGLES THANK YOU -WORDS FROM MY HEART
CONNECTING SINGLES i love connecting singles every day i am online view all guys view their profile, blogs, poems, provile-reviews. no words to describe I am happy and i w
Game
Game Under the sun the small breath of the sun recalls short steps in the fall leaves fall after the ebb of fantasies along with long-run blisses lurking even in the soundest roles with no goals we play night and day to beguile one hear
Couch Potato
It's not suppose to make sense! So I kid...
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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.
The Conquerer Worm ~ by Edgar Allan Poe
By far my favorite poem...well maybe not "by far", though it is my favorite. Hopefully you will enjoy it as well.
America
got my plane to America . went via Amsterdam, just a guy from scotland, looking for the promised land, went to deep south Alabama, you no I is for sure, although I may be different, you know I is for sure. drove all the way to florida , pa
'Ould Fellas'
OLD MEN IN A COUNTRY PUB HAVING A CONVERSATION ABOUT IRELAND AND THE MESS THAT THEY HAVE TO PUT UP WITH.
A brief history of broken dream
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