Too Impossible to Name This Poem
I just saw Sophie's Choice, or at least, most of it, and I'm a big fan of history and especially wars. The where, the why, the irony of it, and the struggle of survival during and after it's wake. I've also read Ann Franks' diary at least twice and am amazed at her tenacity. So, in dedication to those who survived, or didn't, in those camps during WW2, I wrote this, in thinking that the torture they were put through, well, death seems like the better option. At least, there would be peace. Yep, a very dramatic poem.
Touching your heart with love. . .
I have not touch her heart only her mind and soul its all about us if she only trust. . .
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
Elusive Love
Lying in bed at the day's final hour, I am troubled by the solitude in which I once found comfort. The sense of security that I once felt has dissipated to reveal a desperation unlike any other. As I close my eyes, I await sweet slumber and the fre
Letters.....Tricia p3
My mother spent ten years in a third world country raising four kids ......while her husband was allowed to take another wife an invariably spent more time at work than with us ......she eventually came back to australia a broken woman ...........
I Traverse The Path
I traverse the path, groping in darkness, In search of salvation; I lose my way now and then; My head bumps against the stony walls; I return to the prison Where all sense is lost. I want sunlight and the open sky, I want the touch of affect
Sun Spots
My brother wrote a poem many years back that made me think of writing this one.
Talk to me
sometimes silence just destroys me ...
acceptance
as the harm befell I reached out in the dim but....must I have had a cigarette? I saw no evidence, being in the dark as I was my fingers crept to the tray ...and yes there it was! barely smoldering .I was grasping it but instantly I felt awa
Would you just stand there and let me be?
I mean no harm and yet been found, Guilty of crimes when I am nice, I Dont want to be nice anymore, Putting up and getting trash. Who am I trying to impress? You,she,or him ,it is anybody guess! When you are like me all alone, I ask each of
MY WISH..A.R.R..
DEDICATED TO THOSE THAT ARE TROUBLED..
natures answer
in the distant haze a thunder roll like a blanket wrapped up a storm,will lightning strike calming recollecting thoughts staring of into an ocean wilderness ripples of emotion,faraway dreams carress my heart clouds my eyes distant memories of
self imprisonment
of late my life feels to be in a drought for your love, I have been too long without it could be from drinking way too much stout which makes me appear and act like a lout casts me in a bad light, there is no doubt bemoaning the heavens, I screa
The Rain
I still get angry when I think about my ex and I just needed to vent that with writing. It's a bit sombre and for that I apologize.
Little Serena
This poem is dedicated to my niece who has down syndrome. When I heard of the premature delivery, I lost my way to the hospital. I was obviously upset. And now, just plain sad.
a little star
the hint from a song
Opposite Influence
Hi Guys Long time no here!!! Hope your all well. Just getting the the 'zone' but very SLOWLY so just writing a few basic practice thoughts.....if that makes sense! Have an excellent day! TD
Civilisation
the folly of man
Until We Meet Again
In Memory of my Precious daughter who left me 23yrs ago,this day.Time passes but memories never will.
Life
It's a long journey And a hard fate. There is no elevator going back. Falls and take-offs again! I play my life Like plaing music notes. I never stop by staircases And floors. Only one way ticket. There is no choice, Questions and answe
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” –
Is this right?
Sick..twisted ways of today.
Jesse
My dog passed away this morning. This is for her.
a truckers emptiness
so many times driving by homes just thinking how these people really don't realize what they have a home and a family wife or husband to come home every night. just all the days of being on the road where truckers don't have any of that. some days it is sooo depressing not having this.
State of Mind
state of mind just frozen in time.
STEPPING AWAY AGAIN BE BACK SOON
Not mad just sad and need a break and will return soon. I will miss all of my poet friends here in connecting singles..... :(
The Blade
the miss use of the tongue is verbal abuse cuts bruises on the skin heal blade of a tongue does not. be kind think of what your saying before you say it.
Spirit of my Heart
Again the spectres of my past surface aiming to disrupt the harmony I now long for. So tired of being hunted, blamed, accused, I am me I cannot be anything else I have opened up my past for all to see in my Life Parts 1 & 2, the ones who hunt and cajole hide behind false photographs do you not Dennis243 and all the others..such insecurity and jealous bitterness lives in you.
Farewell
that poem was written during one of crazy moments of my life when i have a feeling that i can leave soon . Robert thank you again for your corrections..
Trust
I haven't told you a lie Yet you continue to spy I don't know why I thought it would be you and me Now I see that might not ever be You will never trust me I'm sorry that you got hurt I'm not the one who hurt you Why should I pay the p
Lonely
Lonely doesn't sleep not even late in the night Lonely doesn't talk but keeps you awake with the sound of quiet Lonely is not my friend not my enemy It's just a reminder I need some company If lonely were a letter it would be addressed to me A
A Poem to E.T
Missing
Stolen Lives
RIP Brother.
Farewell
Just a thank you to all those have come to know and appreciate your mails and comments. But alas I cannot get to know anyone here because of my past and also the presence of my ex who lurks in the background following and monitoring my posts this causes a fear to anyone who I may be interested in, it is not just my ex but her brother and nephew and list themselves as TheGreatChase, Yahooliisa, Tiamaria24 (New Collin445)all no photographs they think its a good game to play trying to scare and threaten.. to me its just sad and psychotic.
RETURN OF MY BEST FRIEND
For years you held me close I got no breathing space at all I finally ran away from your zone Only for you to find me again This time I am afraid I will not survive you So What do I do? I am so very sure I have not the strength To fight or h
"Owe you one"
This is not what you think. Just emptied emotions that makes me sink. I had fun, it was one hell of a ride. I wish I could of count every smile. There are too many but I carry them inside. Regrets I leave them behind. I’m letting go, don’t know
Eternal Rest (Tanka)
No love like parental love.
Alone
Just exploring...
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
Dreams and tears
Sir Rob thanks a lot for your corrections
not a poem, wolves are among us
Just tired watching people hurt each other, how can any one person take Advantage of someone who is just trying to help them out, saddens my heart.
Those Lovely Things
Where are the things you cling to tonight? When candles birth shadows to darken your skin and your waiting for him To call To text To come by and rest his thoughts and worries on your smooth shoulders that hold boulders of your own self do