Freeze frame.
It's morning and the street lights are still on. The road is resting it's back while the cars sleep in their driveways. Foot-free footpaths mirror the road. Unlike them, I'm wide awake - but I share in their peace.
just wishing
Just wishing just hoping that is what people do everyday everyway whatever our heart is saying to us new people new lover maybe a somewhere else everyday everyway whatever you aspirations are saying to us rekindle reawaken embers
Ernest
An old Guy Sacked. After Years of serving the Firm
Great Grandma
She was a wonderful lady
The Valiant Lady
In memory of the lovely carved ladies that graced the bows of sailing ships of by gone days.
EVERY mIRROR eVER
f*ck you, I hate you
Fairground Memory
A memory of the fairground back in the sixties.
Lone Rider
christian22.trying a western poem.
Regret
Trouble is if you change the past you also lose the good things of the present
Viking Gods (Nonet)
Socrates…… another nonet for you!
marathon mind
hmmm....file under health...or nostalgia...
Roots
Nostalgic
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
Reminding
And now I finger the bit of quartz Which is to remind me of what I am No more or less than you There is no separation in the NOW moment. Time is an illusion a trap. Cunningly conceived by ourselves You should know Bu
Tell what secret you own?
Tell what secret you own? What is so mad, I love you. Tell what secret you own? That without you already, I can't. Tell what secret you own? That you dream often at night. Tell what secret you own? That I ceased calls friends. Tell what secre
venice-one dream
One of my dreams if it could be to visit Venice city on sea the colored house so sharp a blue the decore streets the peaceful view the small canal and cove
Reminiscence
my imagination.....
Perplexed Flare
This eternal flame that’s blazin’ with glee Brings thoughts of what could be Of a tale untold between hearts unfree Disobedience equates a nifty fee This flame that flickers oh so brightly Envisages a knight so mighty Of ideas so lurid and un
AN ERA
days where i should have been
The Stars
When I was young I'd stand at night And to the stars I'd gaze What wonders out there must there be I'd wish to fly up there I'd leave behind this earthly home And to far off stars I'd travel Alien sights and extraterrestrials My life a far r
Amid Chaos
This write is an angst
Memories of a "Cheese Danish"
this poem is about feelings breaking rules,and cheese danishes
Ode to Asma ~Chapter 2~
So, then after, and ever after, my weekly trips to the circle of city for market, my eyes would quickly scan the jumble of bodies rushing towards me, and miraculously she would appear out of the morass. i would frown at any stick raised at my c
Winter Evening
Just sweet & sad thoughts of home fill my mind as I sit alone looking out of the window,watching the few sparrows braving the cold ( past their bed time ) to eat the crumbs.
This Old House
The old house had seen better days Times when all the rooms were full laughter traveling through the air times of glee, pranks and joyfulness Now it looks so sad and in need of repair sagging porch, cracked window panes the paint peeling, all
war
REMEMBER THE WAR REMEMBER THE DEAD REMEMBER THE COST OF LIVES ITS SAID REMEMBER THE TEARS HEARTACHE AND PAIN REMEMBER THE FIGHTING FIGHTING IN VANE REMEBER THE PLANES BOMBS THAT FELL REMEMBER THE HIDING BENEATH A WELL REMEMBER THE SCRAMBLING
Ah life
double faces of A mysterious and real actor
alienation a modern sin?
I wrote this, after I received some messages from religionists in my neighbourhood. and after encountering a man on the Internet telling me alienation was a sin according to his own faith. and as you can see, the liberty every individual has is by alienation. cause it separates the difference between us. by all means I respect old religions, but it can't be right that we should look the same I think.
attention span
another day without a care...i hope i can get there.
Attempting and Epically Failing
Amidst the longing for a warm embrace, From somewhere beyond you keep me company. Holding on to you like my saving grace, The force pulling you to me drives me to insanity. Never have I known I was capable of this Reluctance and fear that cons
route 66
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Unrhymed
Seems like a little reflection on verse but in reality it is more of meanderings on a troubled past.
Orginal Me
a old poem I wrote years ago
swim
once you came to me your style of heart gave all for free I thought you were free when you told me what you wanted to be we used to stand around counting time all we had how we could never be sad we might freeze in our form was warm by our
A tattoo for Dad
Sometimes tears are hidden...
Chauvinistic Memoirs
Chauvinistic Memoirs He sat musing over his sherry Thoughts of old times rallied he set pen to to paper to write and poured another glass It was now years ago as in another life Happy in new found wealth A beautiful woman by his side
Cabernet & Reverie
The perfect pair.
Living backwards looking forward.
This poem shows my views on life in general, we try to reach out for an uncertain future believing various fallacies will bring us through, religion, hope, faith, belief, are not written in stone we make our own way in life and the direction we take is always unfamiliar as the promises of tomorrow brings, afterall tomorrow never comes, we live in an eternal present with only our past to guide us.
terminal youth
Oh to be young again bouncing up and down with giggled drama running in all ways free to smile the hours passing childhood easily not thinking or caring when will we grow up to play tighter games with rules we don't understand the days...t
RatBoy..
just a bit of silly verse about myself lol
Circles of life.
Such a need I have to know that which cannot possibly be known, the past joys and sorrows, pains and pleasures of my beloved´s life. the locked doors and hidden rooms of his heart that I can never enter. I sit outside on the threshold the d
Awake
The Poem is a highlighted, dumbed down version of How I view Disney Land t6ype metaphors. I also feel its heated empathy