set in stone
Marble eye of granite stone Engrained features Vains in stone She Stands aloft On pyramides high Gazes down On commers low Deathly gaze Set in stone For once Was a block of stone Now carve A body for all to see Imortalized Now set
Me and My Pain
From the series I named: Me and My Pain - a translation from our Georgian poetess. Oh, please, don't fall a prey to too much sadness contained. Cheer up!
Repose
Oh how its left me My jingle-jangled poetry How it’s run its tired course Words that drove me with such pulsating force Cruelly left the words I knew Left alone those words so true Scratched, etched and pat, patted away Renderings of a naked
MY MAMA MADE ME
its about my mother the way she raised me up. she was a single mother but she took no none sense. when i am not in a good mood i always remember her. i wish she leaved longer to see me growing.
I Remember not the Cause of My Joy…
The cause of joy must have been the poet's dearest friend, a buddy, a soulmate, a beloved, to whom bidding farewell could have produced a great stress and depression, so abysmally deep that he does not even remember who or what the cause of his broken spirit is. His poetry is permeated with the deepest melancholy, despondency, depressed state, and thoughts of death. Here are links to his poem Memento Mori - the poem itself with English translation (which is not mine) and a video with the recital of the poem. Thank you very much for your interest. This blessed Corner brings world poetry to the attention of audience prepared to read, listen and enjoy it! http://courses.washington.edu/dtcg/texts/data/tg/memento_mori.html https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16DIrXXYqcM
the guardians of our lost souls
I was touched by the sad plights of our young souls caught in the abyss of prostitution. I was reading Jeffrey Epstein and the many victims of his evil deeds. It breaks my heart. I titled it to signify the lies they promise to the victims and families when their first approach them. I've seen a grim documentary presented by Demi Moore about their recruiting strategy in Asia especially Nepal, Philippines, etc. Very sad. Thanks all for your reads and comments if any.
Oh, My Heart
Another translation of a poetess now long gone. Iza Orjonikidze (1938 – 2010) - a Georgian poetess and literary scholar .
Evening Poem
to have a line be nude of a person to have a sky lifted are the only things loss equals the shape of evenings the sadness of rooms and time to be felt is the only thing to touch.
Who is Woman?
Who is Woman? She is the one Who created the men With so much pain. Who is Woman? She is the one Who loves us now and then, But gets no love in return. Who is Woman? She is the one Who takes so much burden But gets no apprecition.
These Days
It was just one of those days, so i wrote it
Winter's Almost Here
A Lament in the classic sense of Wasted Time and the ultimate reconciliation of the reality and cost therein.
Chances Come And Go And Gone
You don't get paid for broken dreams You don't find your way alone Life is filled with many things And chances come and go and gone Some get the brass ring Some grab the bull by the horn Life is filled with many things And they start on the
Sorrow
It is hard to watch a friend walking the path of a fragmented mind while sitting here on this beach of sorrow gazing out onto a sea of my tears watching someone who has become more than a friend walk the path alone
So Tired Of Lonely
I'm tired of lonely So tired of lonely Lord I hope it doesn't sound like I complain But I'm tired of lonely So tired of lonely I need to hear words that fall upon my ears like a gentle rain I need to see April flowers even when the summer i
Drunk
How many times have you promised how many times have you said as you once again look down on a child battered and beaten laying there on the kitchen floor trying to protect a mummy who doesn't want to be hurt anymore
SLUMLORDS
I FOUND THE LOWEST OF THE LOW AND HIS NAME IS GUY LAURENCEAU
MARCO POLO
My brother's tuxedo cat - Marco - passed away this morning. Very sad day. He named him Marco after Marco Polo the explorer.
The Searching
Brand new. Wanted to write this just for the site....
eyes with no love
he who has never seen,nor felt love.
THE RHINO
ITS SO SAD TO SEE THEM DISAPPEAR AND IM CRYING AS I WRITE THIS POEM!
Love/Loathe
© Syd bliZZard
INVISIBLE
Incomplete Scattered at best She always looked to be coming apart at the seams Easily confused An advantage for those in her company She muddled through Floating from day to day Without direction While her fabric frayed Her true being escape
The Man With The Broken Heart
The man with the broken heart He doesn't know what to do And with no one to pray for him That's why he feels so blue He tries to hide the hurt but they see him Do they think that sadness is a work of art There's no one in his shoes to be him
A Sad Story
I never knew what to say Being close to her took the words away Just to look at her put me under a spell I hope she could tell what was in my heart A sad story I'll admit And one I cannot forget She never knew how fast I fell I hope she coul
He Did Everything Wrong
He did everything wrong And a lifetime was spent Singing this song He did everything wrong Being timid and shy crippled a young guy From meeting sweethearts He should have known He did everything wrong One day time became a thief And rob
Pleading
Is it not a line that you draw when you blindly ignore the pleading that resides deep within your mind that has a dieing need to touch the fear that you keep when you sleep with the hidden thoughts that weep
Hidden
There is a space within your place where your frightened thoughts go hidden behind a frame of mind that has no where else to go
Deny
Do you know where you go when you sleep with those hollow eyes that deny the rights of the thoughts that had a dream
Alive
Have you ever tried to smile with your eyes to let it be known that you are still alive inside
Dawn
How long can be a night sometimes just a moment but at times forever dragging with every breathe waiting for the dawn that seemed so near but still too far yearning for the light finding way in the dark going in circles all the while wonder
Words
My Aunt was the first one to teach me about unconditional love. She said no matter if it be good or bad love one another forever. I Love all of you my poet family. You mean the world to me. Thank you. Peace & Hugz, Pink.
forgiveness
Thanks to everyone for your support. I need it and appreciate it more than you know.
Overcoming Depression
dedicated to those who are dealing with depression
Unraveled Cardigan
Its a poem not really bothered about mistakes
The Quotes Garden - Pale Moon
[ IV ] Pale moon I share my thoughts, with my beloved moon, Alike a breath of wind, with silver leaves, Who twists thy dreams, so soon… And drops of sorrow, beneath the sleeves Still trembling, in the night, amidst the
The Quotes Garden - The Silence Of The Crickets
[ III ] The silence of the crickets My shadow falls, along the grass, Where lovely crickets mourn, Under the moon, with veil of brass And clear dreams, from silence, born. It seems I hear : “This too shall pass” –
The Quotes Garden - Starry Sky
“The Quotes Garden” [ II ] Starry sky Oh, silent night, with endless sky, In which I dwell my soul, again, Across the light, when shadows cry, Into an empty space, like grain – And soon, under the moon, they die, As if t
The Sentimental One
Missing out on life even when I was young And now it cuts like a knife Into the heart of the sentimental one I don't have a time machine I can't fix an old old dream And so I know the constant meaning of being stung Just like a knife into the
Dead love
My heart is getting cold, My tongue taste very bitter, How can I feel love? When I'm empty inside. Truth to be told, Hard to keep happiness, I cannot smile or cry, When love is just a dream. Living Like a movie, Neither romance nor a sto
( i'm a Lonely Wanderer )
( i'm a Lonely Wanderer ) I hear your cries my friend but where's your Rage i can feel your pain there locked Away inside my ol' trampled - O - heart now locked - N - Caged now i'm a Lonely Wanderer i've been out just a'se
it
"It" means him. It all left me bruised and out of breath. Like the screaming kiss of death... Watch out for all the Scammers! Be Safe. Blessings & Hugz, Pink.
Do They Not Know?
My feelings at the moment...