THE PICTURE...!
I was inspired to write this poem about myself thro' another's eyes so to speak from a video clip taken on the job...seemed to come out Ok....You tell me..!!!
'Emocity'
From empty hands To silent words To drying tears To a broken heart This half-empty glass Brought dreadful thoughts Uttering soundless screams Leaving a hollowed soul
Internet Person
Just feeling a little frustration after joining a dating site on the net..
Whispers of the Wind
Can I tell you something? It’s a secret so hold on tight. Your soothing voice, I’ve been longing They say this isn’t right. And then I wonder what you would think. If I told you what’s inside my head. It’s scary but it’s either swim or sink.
From The Past
for a past flame...........
a slice of pie
i just couldn't get up for fear of it escaping
Until Better Comes
Just not good enough Still I’ll settle for this Until something better comes along It worked well enough with a job Maybe it’ll work for love Fed up and dissatisfied I walked away from my job Surely I’ll find another that’s better There we
The Gift of You
Words for my step-father, who showed me the meaning of love.
A tale of two
it speaks for itself.......
rsa
when they drys out they skitters along the foot paths all year long [non deciduous] some are colored some aren't
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.
if only
if only i threw my phone away
Dream
Last night I dream about a dream about you Didn’t know how and why it had to be about you Last time I saw you was three years ago But still in my dreams you linger oh I asked myself all these questions “How did you happen?” “Where’d you come
Life Happens
The scream that reverberates in this maze From a mother in pain, a baby in her womb. Anxiety painted on the dad’s face Obvious enough without a need for a zoom Echoes of joyful glee filled the room A bouncing baby girl is born A promise of lo
Treasures Abound For Some Lucky Wader
While wading in the shallows of the beaches on Florida's shores,I often think about what may be buried just one step further than I had traveled.
A Silent Mournful Prayer
There but for the Grace of God go I !! And the help from my caring, loving neighbours !
The Wiseman of Digby Nova Scotia
I guess I'm beginning to feel my age creeping in upon me. I seem to be reflecting on life a little differently than I did not so many years ago.
Note to ex-lovers
It's about growing old, slipping out of the gene pool, having in the past gotten thoroughly wet. It's about disappointment one couldn't remain faithful, got bored or thoroughly hacked off with a partner or partners. It's about being Human, erring, regretting, but knowing you can't turn back the clock. It's also about release, breaking free from Earthly ties and shackles, well, that's in part deux. Hope you liked part un. Chris
Pseudo Everything
It’s a gloomy day But what can I say I miss you But do you miss me too? You said you’d always care And forgetting, I shouldn’t dare But I haven’t heard from you It’s been two weeks, I think so. Maybe you forgot what you said That goodbye
NANA
Without her my life would have been very different. You are very much missed.
The Valiant Lady
In memory of the lovely carved ladies that graced the bows of sailing ships of by gone days.
Baggage
Hello thank you for reading my poem.
Why Can't Time Just Slow Down A Mite
The Happy Days just fly by too swiftly
skinny thing
I want to fall in naked trees I want let they catch me They can not Eating is something immoral beautiful I want it like effervescent mind blows I can not Fume and vapour like gentle breeze Nakedness it takes every breathe Silently stroke
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
Gateway to Dreams
Feeling lost without a path
Through The Mirror’s Eye
As I watched myself carefully Analyzing the details of my body A flash of memory struck Neither did I know what to feel nor how to react I never gave you the wrong impression Always been honest to you about my passion I told you from the very
~Shades of Gray ~
for someone who is going through something no human being should have to.
Dawn to Death
Relating the movement of love to the movement of a day. Again, this just came to me out of the blue.
For
*For you* ~NS~ Nov 19, 2012
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
How Times Have Changed
One of my earlier poems, it tells of how times have changed in retrospect. it reflects different phases of my life.
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
True Blue Knights
This poem is a sequel to "Ode To A Policeman" it is a reflection of earlier times were knights, were medieval Police in suits of armour which would later be bulletproof vests, there is a sort of comparison between the old and new. this poem reflects this.
Memories Of The Sydney Tram
A very interesting narrative-poem that reflects Sydney-Australia's history, the Government in later years regretted their mistake as the Middle East fuel embargo appeared in the early 1970s, forcing cars and buses almost off the roads through lack of available fuel, had they had the trams it would have helped emensely as they ran on electricity, had it happened 12 years early the trams may have survived and buses may have been scrapped, their Melbourne counterparts have always had trams, Sydney's last tram ran to La Perouse and souveneir hunters kept parts of the last tram which came back without lights, yes it happened that way as it is now all a part of history. The poems colours are the same as the Sydney Trams colours.
Memoreis of Vogelsang
Just remembering two days spent in a trench in Germany
This army lark is a walk in the park
A wooded hill in Germany on exercise
This army lark is a walk in the park
A wooded hill in Germany on exercise
CHARMING WONDROUS FAR OFF
This song is a quintessence of memories of childhood, spent in the Soviet Union, of the way it used to be over there in so distant past. Won’t deny: I have nostalgic memories, from time to time, which is forgivable I hope. School years, pioneer camps, joys and sorrows, dreams children dream all over the world – no difference - haven't you all dreamed about the same?! I’ve translated from Russian the lyrics by Yu. Etnin, music is written by Ye. Krylatov, the song PREKRASNOJE DALJOKO is performed in the movie “A Visitor from Future.” You may follow the translation while listening to the song. And thank you very much – all of you – for inspiring me. If asked what poetry is I would most certainly answer: inspiration! The process of writing is what matters – forms may be far from perfect, grammar – a real disaster, style, rhythm and rhyme just hopeless – but do they really matter?!
"Baking"
Hello to many of my friends here and gone, Life,s a funny thing xxSoph
Christmas Tree
Twinkling lights sending morse code Filtering messages words changing to ear Lake of fire turned to ice The meaning is so unclear Words of love like my christmas tree Morning comes just another day Words weighing heavy no ones won Here to stay
Not Very Far
This one says it all