East and West
There is a peculiar air It comes to me from the east East is where “it” resides Gaining strength in the open sunrise It cascades and filters down toward the west West is where I reside, with the sunset Can sunrise and sunset coincide? How I w
unforgetable
every time we have to understand others felings too..
Sometimes
Iam just thinking of my friends and family who having lifes problems and somtimes it just has to be that way for now.
"A Broken Star"
fear of the unknown
Kryptonite Of Time
I once had the potential to be superman When I was young when I was young Fast came the kryptonite of time and then I got stung I got stung My hair turned gray and fell away Tired and forgetful became everyday Once I was I but now I'm me To
...Moving on..
Poems about change and for the better facing your demons issues and making changes and moving on. I found refuge on here and appreciate everyone here.
A part of me
My inner child
Obese
They say fat a**, They call me round They say I block the sun They say I eat more than my share I'm far too big to run They say that I could kill a man By sitting on his lap That I look like an elephant My body fills a map They say the sc
Despair ~Loneliness in the Crowd!
Hmm! What can I say! Wept not for the day.
Dear Margie,
Maybe I will.
This Old Tree!
Nothing lasts forever!
The Conversation That Never Began
From a distance I saw her As she came closer I only said hello We had met by chance once before Long long ago This time is no different Is it a trance or a spell And tomorrow what I remember Of a story I try to tell Our eyes meet the sa
realized
reallly reallly don't have any idea where this came from just me writting silly stuff.lol
I Loved The Wrong Guy
True Story !
¤-~S O L I T U D E~-¤
this poem is all about myself :)
Not meant to be
I feel as if I'm falling Into the oblivion below Faintly, I hear you calling I wonder if you're friend or foe I feel like I don't know you You've shown me only part of yourself I don't know what to say or do I know that we are beyond help You
I will never forget you
This happened this evening after I returned to the office
Hurting you, hurting me
What treachery it is To draw your love close to me Magnifying my horror This masochist burden of guilt Which sets my world aright In sudden bursts of catatonia In corners, hidden, grieving Us, we, both
Just leave....
Still recovering from a very bad and destructive relationship.
tyranny
Tell me why, I have to be a demons slave? i"m not going to die, I, am a god I'm going to live on. In my eyes you'll see the horrors of souls who have waivered. denied by me there rights, I am hate, and my fortress is strong When the n
( 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
The Eyes
I talk to a woman on the phone regularly for work and had never met.While in her office I had the pleasure of meeting her. I was actually taken aback. Her beauty was only over shadowed by the saddness in her eyes. The woman actually reeked of saddness to the point I had to fight the urge to whisper as if someone had just died. Funny how so often the eyes tell the story. (after talking awhile the woman was a strong woman who had more than her share of woes in life to contend with)
Unspoken
Not about a past relationship, just a release for me to put down in words. More a sadness, due to lack of respect.
Windows
Eyes that look straight ahead Easing into words unsaid Waiting for the tension to ease Pondering which moment to seize Never knowing...Never showing What goes on behind these eyes
Nothing Important
I wrote this a few years ago, I call it Nothing Important cause many people out there, really think that it's not Important to truly care about how people feel inside and to me, this is quite sad. Thank you for reading, Bunnickula Lee Sindellyse
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
Saturday Blue
Seems like sunday but it's Saturday Has this ever happened to you Clowning around and lost a fun day And what I got is Saturday blue Raindrops falling loneliness calling Now I'm stuck in a world of solitude The quietness is stalling, time on
So suddenly the poetry guru, yes?
Yep. Lengthy. Wordsy. Completely average and unexceptional. I love it. I'm so done. Does anyone else get stupid at 4 in the morning? :)
Walking alone in the rain
not sure why I wrote this.. it just came to mind...
Silent tears...................
A thunderous silence breaks through my thoughts. What was once many great ideas is now a triumph, lost. Baffling words tumble through my mind. Reflections of darkness hover. A disturbing peacefulness beckons to me, and inside myself, I take
Flat Tired Flat Broke
Flat tired flat broke A cowboy without a saddle And I'm out of rope No matter where I travel Land or sea her memory Always stays afloat Every night I sleep beneath a thousand mile sky With all those stars shinning down But sleep don't co
"The Death of me"
Please let me have what's left of my self. I couldn't save you from yourself! There's nothing where my heart should be! Why can't you just let me be? You always took more than you need. Can't you see when you feed I'm the one that bleed?
early mouse
christmas, sometime back...not really a poem...someone that I was fond of and admired
Man Eater!
Fear of people..
what difference a year makes
why do we keep failing our world
Buzz Kill # 3
Sadness Theme Reflections on a cold dreary February night (after a coupla beers)
Times aren’t so good
I have great admiration for you. I believe with strength and prayer we’re gonna get through this together. I love you so much my big brother him .
Becareful
This poem came in me when i was in bad time,that moment i realized that as we grow,we do things that turns to be choices in future,i realized that if i didn't do that i wouldn't be here,feeling that pain you can not express,i was in a taxi travelling when hot tears come running on my chic,i had no money,i was hungry,i was going to ask for a favor of accommodation, i was taking my daughter to the college,i didn't have money that time,but i had to push,choice i made,choice i made,but i had to move,and move,i had to think that the dry season will pass,and as dry as it was,my girl will not stay home coz i don't have money.
Fugitive
This poem is about my colleague who is now a fugitive. She has two toddlers. Her worthless husband who is too lazy to work had forged her signature and taken many loans from individuals. He had fled as he is unable to pay and left his wife as a ransom for his blood suckers.
trapped, letting go
was driving tonight heard a song on the radio and brought back memories that i had forever or thought i had locked away, because it does still pain me to think about.
Separation,You Are King
Let us speak of separation, Separation is king. A body that does not feel separation, Is dead body. We are all born in the house of separation, We are children of separation, We receive it, we swallow it, We are on this earth to bear it.
A Sonnet to a battered wife.
Oh! how much is not our business when it really ought to be, lip service a cunning tool that we apply.