ghosts
There's a tombstone in a open field, Close by an old ghost town. The epitaph's been weather- blown away. There's a bell tower where petitions peeled, Its been half torn down. But it must of softened every soul that came to pray. There's a s
What a Cowboy Means to Me
This poem speaks of the life of a cowboy or a cowgirl, it speaks of the feelings we have, the way we live and they way that we think. May t give you a bit of insight into the lifestyle and way of life. :-)
Coils of wire
This is not these day and not these night not these birds yours sat on the knit of the moon they sing a lullaby or they fall silent in the dark. Not this time and season rain will not make icicles and icicles will not flow downstream on hot s
Rain
I sank my face in heavy rain seeking relief. I thought it would be easier when will wash away my desires I wanted to wash my longing remove all defeats forget the past quench my sorrows. I washed my hair with streams to be a more greener a
Words
You said so many desires in us longings. And I believed in every word. You said your appearance deep in my eyes sunk. I gave in to feelings. You said so many emotions, desires I can not sleep at night. I haven't slept with you But that d
The Final Act Part 6
Still with me? I know it's long. Almost there...
wishes
i wish, i wish that i coud be what ever i set out to be, when i was young and oh so free, have someone that would love only me, some one with my life to share,be there for me and always care, thought i had that but was so wrong, im left alone
Gateway to Dreams
Feeling lost without a path
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
Right
I waqs on a journey of self discovery...early 90's
Godess of beauty
Well this poem is about the beautiful ideals from ancient greece .... Hope You liked it ! Will love to write a poem for anyone that requests !
why
why
The Way Home
I alone know my soul, yet distant its voice does roam, Father; show me the way home. For I have traveled far too long and only my memory knows my song, and I sense I no longer belong. Around me the families do play and to the other they re
letter to a dead poet
dearest william, thorns i have pushed aside when you smiled upon me (finally) now tangle my limbs in bloody spectacle and angels watch but know i am fallen i have as
The Radio
A magical trip back in time to the 1920's were the total entertainment package was the humble radio, I hope you love this timepiece.
Poet to Poet 6-12-14
"The spirit moves, but not always upward." ~Roethke<BR> Poet, Life is a process. It is best not to stand in its way. What happens … happens What is … is Dance with existence like you would dance with a lover. Find an image th
just pondering....
I pondered this for some reason while studying and thinking how much males and females have advanced through the years, I however plead the 5th upon my conclusion :)
Bengawan Solo
I like the Indonasian song with the title "Bengawan Solo" very much.This song is translated into many foreign languages,,so I tried to translate the song according to the Japanse version,into English,,I do hope some singers will sing this song..(Satoshi Okano) 18July 2020
Goin Back
Once i heard a thoughtful song its theme was goin back cut by dusty springfield a fairly well known track oliva song of country roads gave her much success helen shapiro got a hit in walking to happiness yesterday when i was young windmi
Climbed a Hill
memories of north wales 1980s
a coat of paint?
lives bundled in boxes/ melodies of memories chime/ Dear Poet, Where do I begin? Now, moving in, cartons on the floor, the radio playing to bare walls, picture hooks left abandoned in the unsoiled squares where Monet's hung pro
Once~
Finding romance and love seems like an empty game at times.
The Belle of Yeavering Bell
The Belle of Yeavering Bell It was an eye for an eye In times gone by A life when they lived to trade So if you enter her home Where you are free to roam Be sure when you leave You have paid. Toss a coin into the air Make a wish,
The Final Port
What a wonderful sight for a woman to behold when her husband returned to port after being gone to sea for months and maybe even years.The elated joy of the seamen aboard a windjammer returning home to their families on shore.
sometimes (reflective)
Sometimes when the quietness falls as you sit down to rest or stroll along a country path the mind brings back images full of places people and time recreating in a moment things we felt and knew play it again for me times of smiling, times
they told us lies
something i wrote a while back i like it :]
rita hayworth
My journal reading you as i told you things of me kept the record of events of yesterday to recall rita hay worth rising star shone with light near and far gilda you became separate tables another name then your star lost its
Chrysalis
Chrysalis never thinks of herself as a beauty but she knows that what will become inevitable. She's waiting until the right time comes pupation time. Chrysalis will never impress with its appearance no one will look at her any longer poe
The Angel
It is about one short moment in my life
A Moment in Time.
Memories are like gem's, and having a photo to look back on and remember, sometimes is so good for the soul. Make memories every day, live every day, after all, we only take our memories with us so make them count.
2023
Spent a lot of my free time on my phone and on my video games at home. Other than that it is planning my future trip to Hawaii at the end of July.
Teds war story.
Written for a dear old friend who we all adored.
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
THE RAP OF HIPPIE P!
<b>Since age 13, I have been writing and playing 60's Psychedelic, Classic Rock, Blues, even a few country gospel tunes. BUT when I heard "RUN DMC with AEROSMITH'S "WALK THIS WAY" I knew that I had to write a Rap Tune. Being a Hippie from the 60's myself, out came The Rap of Hippie P! A TRIBUTE TO THE HIPPIE COUNTERCULTURE!
Oh Well Oh Well I Still Hope For The Best
Get some sleep and we’ll talk tomorrow Maybe then everything will change You’ll forget what you said and I’ll forget your creasing brow I’ll pretend it’s not black and white but beige Coldplay serenades in my background as I try to shut my eyes
Fan In The Window
An old farmhouse and a fan in the window The sun is just rising and sunlight is falling Onto the kitchen floor Biscuits and gravy are waiting on the table Rolled up sleeves washed hands A life I knew from the cradle amen And the only thing that
Birds
At dusk the birds come alive companions of loneliness. I'm smiling rays the setting sun. I put my forehead on to the glass seeking relief. At dusk car sound louder they stopped singing birds Just an eagle owl is not afraid the hustle
Literary Remains
Mr. Keats, "I find that I cannot exist without poetry....." "What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth....." "We hate poetry that has a design upon us......" "Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one
Poet to Poet 7-1-14
Dearest Poet, It thrilled me to read you again after this long interruption. Your last send, accompanied me, became part of my journey, for I kept it with me as a token as a promise of words yet to come stars yet to be crossed. ~ On
Old School
I was filled with regret for the two hours and 45 minutes I was there, regret for not asking this beautiful woman out when I had the chance, and for not getting kissed by Crystal in my kindergarten class. What can I say, memories of this place were not the best.
can you hold time
can you hold time there in your hand like grains sand wish one could can you hold life there in your hand and not grow old if only can you hold love amid despair and not weary i hope so such are impossible dreams
I´m tired!
all I can to say about my poem is... not perfect. My native languaje is spanish, but Im trying to find correct words to transmit the same message for you... thanks!