Moving On
I think when we are ready to move on in life each of us knows when it is time, be it emotional or physical moving. We know when the journey needs to move on. To stay complacent would somehow stop the growth.
1920's haiku
the feel of the jazz age
LONELYNESS
The poem captures the profound sense of longing and solitude experienced by an individual. With each verse initiated by a letter from the word "lonelyness", it outlines the emotions evoked by solitude in a romantic, melancholic, and alluring tone. Each verse also mentions a different flower, which adds a layer of metaphor and symbolism to the expressed emotions. The poem moves through the phases of night into dawn, mirroring the progression of the speaker's feelings - from deep yearning and a sense of loss, to a new hope and acceptance of solitude. In essence, it's a journey of an individual embracing their solitude, experiencing a range of emotions from longing and melancholy, to seduction and romance. Despite the loneliness, there is a beauty in the experience, much like the beauty of the flowers that accompany each verse. It's a celebration of resilience, the human spirit, and the ability to find beauty even in solitude.
Rough Hands
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MEMORIES
My Mom loved tiny yellow flowers and butterflies. The anniversary of her death will be Aug. 5th - 10 years ago.
WORDS YOU SAID
Words you said
Valley of Memories
Rooted in this valley We watched the sun fold her petals one by one into the navel of the sky Betraying us into an ambush of shadows Frightened we tremble as the wind weeps through the trees like a blind man's wife looked outside on a
2017 Review
2017 is almost done, just today and this weekend left
JUST SAYING III
12/09/17 Just saying...
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
A SIMPLE MAN
TRUTH Tweaked 9/13/17
RENDERED SPEECHLESS
Some truth along with wishful thinking 2008/14/11 rearranged 08/29/21
A DAY AT THE BEACH
Pensacola Beach is all I said it is, I witnessed these occurrences at a visit to said beach.
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
Voices
When people are sleeping I'm awake, Images of him my mind does create. My thoughts are without any reason or rhyme, There's nothing to seperate reality and time. I've heard voices talking but just in my mind, Answers to riddles for
The Gods
It was then and only then that panic seized me...alone, I could have endured it-- but the madness of my heart would doom me, that much i knew. With one fal swoop (surely the only one fate would grant me) Now I live my life like a warrior. On the
Time
Where did the years go? to the things we believed in to love, and life and family to comfort in our skin time did not vanish it did not run and hide it is not held captive nor like the wind outside time runs through us entwining with each so
December, December!
Just relax and listen to the angels!
what we know
when you were born you were a clean slate you knew nothing at all blissful in your ignorant state as you aged as you grew tall you became a teenager and thought you knew it all as you rushed and as you ran out into the world you were he
Mistakenly, mistaken...?
-when one tries to help/share a feeling with someone who is not genuine
WE LOVE YOU, KAREN CARPENTER
THE CARPENTERS, KAREN AND RICHARD, THROUGH THEIR SONGS, MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD, ALL OVER!
Countless Yesterdays
If you ask him, he will talk for hours how at fourteen he hammered signs, fingers raw with cold, and later painted bowers in ladies' boudoirs; how he played checkers for two weeks in jail, and lived on bread; how he fled the border to a country
The Rustling Wind
fantasy Fairy Tale Looking At The Beautiful Things In Life
score
particle of memory...
Weathered Barn
sentimental write ...
DRAGONS
DRAGONS SHALL LIVE FOREVER, FOR THEY TAKE ON MANY FORMS!
Maple Old
Just a song from the olden times we used to like very much, just a lyrical melody touching strings of heart, a nostalgia for the magic of spring, for the magic of Love. Everybody has some very good things to remember. You can follow the lines in English, while enjoying the music. The song is performed by Maya Kristalinskaya, now long gone - a beloved singer of those times.
Our Anthem
As we descend into humanity from which dreams never escape but, where religion is born (so they say) and wonder in a voice that has become our anthem; If tomorrow fails to come, what does it all mean, poet? What will become
My Heart Yearns
the poem reflects my feelings here.
The Parched Land of Love
In the dark night of my loneliness You appeared as a ray of happiness; At once came the black clouds And dimmed that bright ray. What happened to you I could not know, Though have been waiting for long To read your warm mail. Surely, y
Where are you
where are you? are you on the clouds or on the back of a bird or on the back of a fish? where are you? are you on the top of Ural mounatains or in the greens of the Sunderban or on the bank of the Mahanadi? where are you? are you in your
Time Trap
Time trap Boom boom soon soon How tricky ticky time can be Time trap Boom boom soon soon It's all about the memories Time trap Boom boom soon soon It's the month of twenty oh history Time trap Boom boom soon soon How tricky ticky t
Winter's Knocking
It was inspired be a friend from Georgia!
Birthday Wish
My birthday approaches and I feel blue wish you all were here in Trinidad... Jim, Liam, SCatlyn, Morgen, Imagine, Candykid, Ken...hey ok everybody just charter a flight and come.....lol. I want a really big party.
Emotions
No matter who you are or where you're from...
Je t'aime éperdument
Je t'aime éperdument Sachant que la route vers l'impossible est longue, Et sachant que tu es le modèle de la femme Que
My very first woman in life
Fabuleuse chanson!
Wenn ich mich erinnere könnte (If I could recall)
I wrote this about my early childhood in Germany. We all have memories like this and for me, they remain like a dream akin to German singers description of sailors fated to never reach land and Hawaii are more fantasy than a realized expectation.
Ice Crystal Droplets
Christmas time! Do you remember when you were a kid!
Where to go ..
Where to go .. Every day .. and your face becomes closer .. Every day, it becomes your face Par
The Other Me
To share a bit of the other me
Alone
Flickering light Sent of essence Fill s the darkend room The lights dance Candles flicker ,lights the darkend room The table set Meal for two I sit in silence As I think of you All alone Sadness keeps my company As I remember th
RE: thoughts
Wonderful poem my friend. A kind of spiritual write....
RE: Water
got to have it H2O .....
online today!RE: Garage Sales and Gossip
Mcradloff - you have done well for having come from the background you have. They say we can pick our friends but not our relatives. But think about it - in a way you have a family here in CS poetry section. Have you ever thought about searching f...
RE: Dating Woes
Yes Gnj4u. Certainly not that easy. Even when you do find one nice,sweet and sand winning them over is like scaling mount Everest backward and my back hurts from so many backflips!!!...
RE: Three
excellent piece rob...
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