Mad Woman
By the looks of your jumbled sticky hair Those deep dark eyes that breaks no stare One can never tell your mystifying story Of how you reached this point of wry glory.. You sit in one corner, talking to yourself Lost in discussion about all yo
Forgotten
Most of you can relate to this
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
desert Moment
self EXPLANATORY
your wake up call
something from a long time ago
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
voice of the cold soul
hmm i dunno yet if i like this one too revealing shade must stay hidden forever corrupted by revenge
Twilight.
Remembering so much.
dark soldier
figure me out yet im a real mf
HIPPIES ARE FOREVER
I WANT THAT ERA TO ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED!
SMILE
LIFE IS SHORT,BREAK THE RULES, FORGIVE QUICKLY, LAUGH UNCONTROLLABLY, AND NEVER REGRET ANY THING THAT MADE YOU SMILE
" Lost Seashore"
My childhood was left behind Now i am an old man Forgiving mankind i do my utmost as i can Love laces in order to bind Sometimes i feel like an icy pan Human touch that i don´t find... Maybe i am your unknown fan You know you aren´t mine
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
de-javu
Lessons learned
A Simple Toast
A toast to the timeless cowboy.
What to look for?
Last year was a really long for me with my ex breaking up with me, dog dying, and my parents divorcing so I don't know what to do anymore
Life
it is about the struggles in life and concerning covid-19
An Oldfashioned Christmas
After discussing for hours which is the nicest indeed The Family watches as dad finally cuts down the tree Walnuts and nutcrackers, shells on the floor Babies are crying, small cherubs that we all adore Stockings hung full and candles' light danc
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.
OLD FEELINGS
This pandemic has given us more time to look back and reflect on the past. Sometimes, there are people and things that we must let go of because they're just not meant to be the permanent part of our journey ahead.
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
brick by brick
not one of my best
This Old House
Memories of a time long ago raising my daughters.
December, December!
Just relax and listen to the angels!
Just a Tail; A contribution for Shadow
I loved ox tail stew! I was brought up very strict, and don't you know it, I broke many of the rules.
Glove
The author is a remarkable Russian symbolist poet of the beginning of the 20th century Nikolai Gumiliov. In 1921 he was shot by the revolutionary government on the charge of taking part in a counterrevolutionary plot. But in reality he died due to refusal to divulge information about the plot. His wife – an outstanding Russian poet Anna Akhmatova - wrote in despair: My husband's in grave, My son is in cell, I plead you to pray for me, pray.
One Journey Thru Life
I feel sometimes I take turns in life that changes me. This is an expression of one.
Penzance to Exeter
Yep its pure sarcasm, but I do it so well!!
A Silent Mournful Prayer
There but for the Grace of God go I !! And the help from my caring, loving neighbours !
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
"Night Night"
Bed time stories, we all remember.. SS xx Hi there my brightest star!
Memories
The heap of blankets on our bed The crisp shirts hanging on the door Your tools on the kitchen table The smell of your toothpaste Memories Good memories Touches of you that stay in our home And keep me close Whenever you are gone
Dar es Salaam Harbour (acrostic
a continuation of my childhood in East Africa I am doing a blog including these poems in it
LIFE'S WHAT YOU MAKE IT (REALLY!)
I can't be the only one who has been screwed (numerous times) at a job. Taunted, lied about, turned into the bad person when 100% right. I was pushed to the edge a couple of times (postal pushed). Point being, others can derail your plan of making it........... Tweaked 7/17/17
Two for two
What do your hands hide I am lava every time you touch look from under the eyelashes. Covered with sweat scrolls of arms and legs we don't think about tomorrow. We're hiding under the comfort of dreams fleeting hopes. our two for two is an
No Going Back
In the main, Love, Life & Hope and finality...and a few other things!
An Empty Clothesline
This is about my great grandmother Minnie Adams who lived in Mt Eden, and my sister and I would stay with her at times,she was 99 when she died. She came to New Zealand from California in her young teens, and went with her husband to go go kauri gum digging. What a beautiful amazing lady.
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
Second chances
It is about myself....life's choices and supposedly loved one's that turned out to be in love with their own reflections.
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
MOON OF MY ANCESTORS
I wrote this poem as a result of my trip to Ireland. It was actually SIX years ago that I went and May 8th was the day I returned to my front door. The connection I felt in Ireland was something so moving and deeply spiritual for me. Leaving was like being torn from my soul. I hope you enjoyed it!~
Did they tell you?
When we remember the separation of our loved ones after their death
RE: Tell thanks before going to bed
Hi Kamitin. We have to be grateful that we can see and hear...
RE: Lonesome Cowboy
Thank you Muse! Sounds lovely to me.. Ken...
RE: Blue Moon
You are a true poet this is lovely. Did you turn whatever is in your pocket over as in the full moon things are supposed to double...
RE: Secret Love
Very nice poem, I have enjoyed reading this, thank you for sharing it...
RE: TIME
Hi renbudiezz, You pose an interesting philosphical question here. Certainly time is one of the key concepts of the Universe. Now I'll have to go back and look at Einstein's theories again...
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