hearts injustices
just read it...
the girl in the wave
on a spring time morn was wonder born a strange fluke cut the sky from eddied hair a magic stare told me that truth can't lie a girl who smiled from a face so wild my breath did leave my mind I somehow knew that girl was you a
score
particle of memory...
Strange Land
Woke up this morning to a strange day The year was 2013 Now life is lived in the strange way A way I had never seen Once I rode with the lone ranger And a close friend to superman But now I feel like such a stranger Living in a strange land
Musical Intstruments
This is a poem about the things we may take for granted the different colours of music and entertainment People who are creative and express themselves A wonderful time Blessings and love
In a soft whisper I greet the day.
In a soft whisper I greet the day. Accompanying chorus, birdsong welcoming in it’s own way. The passing days providing the fruits from what we have learned. Bitter lessons and sweet treasures earned. Jewels of wisdom, a sparkle in the eye. Such
playing with trains
imagination trumps realities
Undefined
I normally don’t confuse myself easily It’s been quite a while, I’m done with the crazy But there’s a sudden turn of events lately Not sure how this lullaby can play in my reality.. I can’t praise what I don’t understand Caught deadlock trying
home town long lost forgoten
well i have recently visited my home life to te establish my past and present together
Hither and Tither
just some jumbled thoughts
DENVER IN DECEMBER
I've travelled to Denver four times since December. Each trip was different, filled with memorable experiences, happiness, and love for the city. PLEASE VISIT MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL "ROBERT COMRADE" FOR EXCITING VIDEOS FROM DENVER AND THE ROCKIES!!!
scallywag
As child a nightmare was I Allway up to mischief Very accident prone Sitting on the top floor Feet outside the wooden window Just sitting admiring the view Trains passing by Me never had a care For I could have fallen just for a dare
Sitting alone
In the fan cooled room I sit alone in the buzzing silence sadness and regrets churning within me. Many were the mistakes made unuttered words and phrases others spoken in anger in the bitterness of frustration some sins committed decisions
~ Fadding Picture ~
Leaning on the window seal, I gaze out at the sky blue, I listen to the music of the birds that pass, Thinking of my time of last. Mind like a merry go round, Caught up in emotion,to a world no longer found. With tears that trickle, Perhaps
Do I ask you...
Do I ask you too much, To be a reeal person Do I ask you too much, To love me ,for what I am and how I am? Do I ask you ,too much To be sincere with me? Do I ask you too much To be near me ,when I need By you?
Singing
Since I have studied music in depth I find that I am always singing a song. These tunes have been created for different reasons. People can hear a song like "Puff the Magic Dragon" and be reminded of their childhood. And to others this song may remind them of their wildest parties. I think music is a form of communication and relaxation. Musically Yours Ironman
i feel it hot..
my dream hot..
My Latin Love
Thought I'd do some watercolour word-painting.
The Celtic Harp
I heard a record of the celtic harp, and relived the bardic times Of wild tales of valour Steeped in mystery and Merlin's magic. Fairies danced in the moonlight as the Bard sang To the tune of the harp. Men lived in hon
This Is My Life !
Life defines in Metabolism, In reproduction, we make our miniature selves, our look alike In the power of adaptation, like what is in now, What is fashionable, how I blend with all of you How I mimic you, how I become a clown to you,
Weebles Wobble
wrote this for my sister for her 40th birthday
Shake off the dust
Shake off the dust wipe away the tears. Just let´s get out of the desert. Take me where I can smell the blueness of the sea, taste the salt on my skin feel the wind in my hair. Savour this flavour of life. Shake off the dust, wipe away th
Chick on the stump
A ssssssssshrill
A Little Girl's Dreams
I used to tell people that I grew up so far out in the sticks that the sticks got lonely. A one thousand acre farm, on a huge lake, as a child it was magical. But as a child you do not understand that your father is only foreman on the farm. That the farm won't always be there for you.
Death is a gift
Just a poem about life and death.
Everything Said Hopeless
Not beautiful, it wasn't that. Alive, unbarren as a childheavy woman, She could unscar me if I was loose. I was the good but dangerous student. I wore a smashed look for the whole semester. Everything said hopeless, which glued her. The lea
When I knew Me
I remember long ago when worries were few Everyday was brand new I was happy as could be When I knew me And the world kept lying And the world kept trying Telling me I had to be Someone else And how strange now it seems I forgotten so ma
heart beat
:-) I feel my pulse It beats so fast It pounds my chest Bangs like a drum The drum beat of modern life Fast beats in my chest Powers my blood quenches my thirrt Feeds my bod y my soul My xsoul x :-) beats in my chest where's is i
A girl lost.
A year ago i was hurt as you can see, and i have grown so much since. We learn from every person we connect with in life and nothing is a waste, Btw i am a woman hense the dramatic write, grins, but at the time its how i felt xx
View of an empty street.
Something that came to mind as I chilled out early one morn...
TRADING DISASTER FOR CRUMPETS AND TEA
We all have met and (some may have) loved the 'emotionally unavailable.' Defining moments we wish not to repeat...
Just a tree
its the first poem ive written. i was bored at home and just had the urge to write something : )
our déjà vu
here we go again...
My Thoughts
Images in my heart, my mind. So strong I can feel them. Some so sweet and peaceful. Others not so kind. Exhaling breath to release negativity. Letting go of all thoughts. Rainbows colored like a fairy tale. Sparkling rain drops gather into p
A Bit Too Late
Just a thoughtless scribble.
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my very pure wishes
A promise
Yeh, not my best but I promised a poem to a beautiful girl so here's a kinda rush job. For you my friend. Have a nice day Peace.
Ten Years Down the Line
to friends every where
Gaslight (2)
The nostalgia view of the Gaslight, I have written Gaslight before even though this poem has similar overtones it is a completely different poem altogether.
Choose Me Instead
There comes a point when you want to be someone's first choice.
1920's haiku
the feel of the jazz age