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.
Thoughts
I never thought the sea would smell so blue and that sharp needles of rain could caress my skin. How was I to know that the wind could whisper words of love That the grass could sing so sweetly. I never dreamed the very air could vibrate with mus
Hercules
When the breeze gently touches the leaves on a tree How does that gentle breeze Seem to have the strength of Hercules When a humid gray cloud slowly glides overhead And brings your mind at ease As you are covered with the shield of Hercules
Simple Treasure
a old poem of childhood I wrote years ago
___Make It One Day____
Everyday is the same There's no change, there's no joy I feel weak, I feel tired I'm depressed, I'm alone All these thoughts in my head f*ck, it's all a big mess Let's move on and forget All I need is some rest I feel lost, I feel trapped
Ode to Asma ~Chapter 3 ~ (there is a Chap.1 & 2)
Next came, my market week i missed; such preventing, torrential rains. So, it became two, almost three weeks trudged on before i could come. This time, though, suddenly became a herald from word carried by mouth, among the children in masses gathe
NOTHING BEATS...
In memory of the true love of my life Tthat's yet to manifest!
Ode to Asma ~Chapter 1 ~
One year in Dhaka, taught me more of life than a decade
Longing
Written for a love that is far,far away across the world.
After turbulence
Some trials on my way, have been tough, may I say. Still the outcome was worth the struggle. You by my side, and happiness is double. You light up my days. I love you all the ways. I trust the feeling stays, when the years pass away. Doub
Time is ticking
Time theory
NEW YEAR
Sitting alone thinking of the happy times I spent with my family.
even when your gone carry on
your fantastic
A Poet Cries
The poplars' lengthening on this hill, amid the rows of marigolds and earth, and through the box hedge labyrinth we walk, together, to the choiring twilight bells. ~ Their fugue of echoes echoes through the hills and sings against this time-str
palm of my hands
Taking a look at the palms of ones hands thinking of life and all they have done and seen people they met by the shake of a hand turning the soil with shovel or fork having ones meals washing up too and as you wave palm to the view the
Rejoice Like a Child
It's good for us to take time out of our lives to remember the joy of being a child. It teaches us to appreciate all that we have and all that we are.
'Ould Fellas'
OLD MEN IN A COUNTRY PUB HAVING A CONVERSATION ABOUT IRELAND AND THE MESS THAT THEY HAVE TO PUT UP WITH.
Center of the storm
W.I.M.S--writing is my salvation
Allegra Futura
My bloody past wont leave me
2020
He came in the cover of the night music and street dances. He came with a shot of traffic jams hugs and good luck wishes. He came when I was sleeping alone offering restful sleep.
"that place over there"
“that place over there…” across from the mini mart stands an old brick building with a rotting roof we used to hang out there under the awning during the noon sun or heavy rain the old timers liked to spread word of a murder there, but no one kn
I AM BECAUSE YOU ARE!
Nostalgic
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
The Street
S#@t happens.
This is your personal ad. It's where you tell a li
This is your personal ad. It's where you tell a little about yourself, a little about where you live and what you like to do.
Football
Sometimes there are teams in the Superbowl that I can root for. The Bears in 1986, the Packers in 1997 and 2011, and the Eagles last year.
Legend Of The Black Dove (Part 6)
The continuing story of the poetry serial "Legend Of The Black Dove" Written: 9th June 2013 Editor: Marikia
Once and Once only.
I remember a person that was kind and giving.. a happy person..living each day saying life was for living. Time and life; and with expectation dulled blunt The once shining eyes dulled slowly.. then sunk. Do it now... you people..experience it
Mitcheltown School
It was an old closed school up a long steep driveway with a huge concrete playground. It was also surrounded by a pine tree forest. We used to play there as children.
Intro.
When you stay down the road Your road your way your destiny blinking eye When there is nothing inspiring you for real No musics, no pictures, dreams to follow Tell me how you keep in your feet without a sunny shining pencil How come you no more
House of Burden
Thinking like them. But the crisis is real.
You're the first and last love
This story reminds me of when I first met him. My hope would not happen again incident that ruined my life once again ... but now it's too late what I dreamed destroyed all because there is a problem with his family ... the love that I dreamed of now living dust shadow ...
Don't punish me
Don't punish me anymore for bad deeds depth of longing hidden desires quiet hopes interrupted by a scream and sweat drops after a crazy touch for a gentle smile stolen fleetingly and moments of silence after the storm broke out closed eye
The Final Act Part 8
One more time...
My angel
Goodbye my angel with blue eyes with hair like a gossamer thread you are gone on the hills covered with frost cold breath of Lord God. Goodbye my angel with a gentle smile with lips like rowan corals you are gone. Being human is too much
REFLECTION.....
just my reflections......with all my family in the UK, I spent Christmas with a friends family.....reminding me what makes a family tic.......and how past memories are filtered down to the young ones, as a family catch up......
Carnival
The sun beats down on city streets A haze of heat lays over Concrete beast it barely stirs It is too much lethargic On setting sun the beast it stirs Awakening, reviving People throng the streets around And gaily are they costumed Music s
In Your Eyes
I will leave this one open, I think that everyone will agree that this poem reflects,what could have been, but never was ?.
A LOOK.......
A LOOK WAS GIVEN ITS STILL IN MY MIND BY WHOM ITS GIVEN WHO COULD BE SO KIND?
little cottage
Little cottage by the river thatched hat is what you wear little cottage you delight me so tranquil within are we little cottage your river at the garden below runs there are trees a little patch of green birds sing the dawn son
rush?
In days walking in emptiness castles Shining and smirking about full dreams I wish let they just once come for real Your day are in rush Dust is days of the rush I listen grasshopper singing and catch fresh air Am I really walking in empti
The Final Act Part 7
..... not done yet.