Friends! :)
That poem is for the friendship between the people!!!! It means, people can stay best friends, forever!!!! I wrote it, because I believe in the true friendship between the people!!!!! Then, I felt excited!!!!
Always My Friend
Always My Friend Written in Memory of Stacey V. Bell We were friends before we were together Who could've predicted that Our friendship was meant to last forever We made memories, both good and bad
Enough
Thoughts about love and relationship themes are weighing in strong this month. :)
Leslie Ann
well you walk with a swagger that's unearned but it always fits you well and you speak in a way the warms the places where them wildflowers dwell a lady of undetermined age I'd guess at forty-five or more and each day comes as tide a
FRIENDSHIPS.....
friends......can be close or miles away...... true friendship matters.......
"Captivated by a smile"
I dont really do this, but "oh my gosh, this woman has a beautiful smile"
You
Always there in times of despair, words so pure Knowing, my fears Always, there showing, you care Never, letting me down Not so, much as a frown The tenderness, in your heart It's a beautiful, work of art I never thought it possible,
In The Lovely Town Of You And Me
In the lovely town of you and me People live so happily The presence of somewhere special is in the air Smiling faces are everywhere An early morning cup of coffee And in the afternoon maybe a cup of tea Everything is going swell would you st
ODE TO A TWIN SOUL
ANT you cringe you flee but I stamp you out You are no more Yet we share endless living for neither of us can experience an existence that has ceased You ANT unable to even dream of Immortality have thus escaped it I who once y
FRIENDS.....
it was my birthday last week and I was playing indoor lawn bowls (its winter here in NZ) with many bowlers from this county....surprising me as they all sang Happy Birthday to me.......made my day because I thought no one knew......
Fading Flower
It’s a seasonal thing....... heading towards late summer.
Her Again!
She never says anything wrong,she sings, soulfully and wonderfully, beautiful song, she is only two foot tall,,, he, he,,of course thats not funny,,,but when she stands behind the couch we cant see,,, her,,,little short legs, personality that glows
Just how it is
Seeing the world through a diamond sky, telling my heart, telling a lie, that it will be OK, I won't be losing you, but if I ever do, I loved being in love, and I loved being in love with you xx
Fairytale
I don't believe in fairytales, angelic beings or marital affairs, but I believe in you, I believe that love is real, I believe what I feel, and all that is or could ever be, I love you and you love .?.........?.?
You too
What does hurt feel like?, being lost in emotional pain?, break your arm,, is it the same? or feeling a total emotional loss?, A whole body pain, a mind pain, let the worlds collide and in the end, you dont mind? Yes,,, let it be,,, let us see,, don
Understanding it all
I think that life does change you, Turn you into something new, It can be good, it can be bad, It can be happy, it can be sad, But in retrospect as we look back, It was always going to be, Growing into the you, growing into the me.
Yesterday's sorrow
Remembering
The old oak tree
A majestic old oak tree born long before you or me, Its arms spread wide, nothing to hide, leaves that have Fallen, memories ingrained of what it has seen, lives Lost, those that have been, it’s creaking old bones signal It’s time here, should a
Poetry
A heart preserved. The native(s) paint the picture of the spoken word. The universal rhythm. Paint me a picture of realisation. We can count in the dark, but did logic form in dark? In these difficult times I consider my friends my best friends.
SIMPLE SPRING.
Just had to write.....after a special morning....
Prozor u dvorište
Posle budne noci, kao posle bitke u kojoj su svi poraženi, svestan da ce ih još biti, palim cigaretu kraj otvorenog prozora. Svi smo mi od istog štofa samo su nam dezeni razliciti. Pronalazimo se po teksturi i finim valerima. Kad oni nestanu,
Window to the yard
After a wakeful night, like after a battle in which everyone is defeated, Aware that there will be more, I light a cigarette by the open window. We are all of the same stuff, but our designs are different. We find ourselves by texture and fine v
Existence
We are children of existence, that's what we are, we were born to be unique, never to be the same, we're here for the game, the good, the bad, and the oblique, we're not for love, we're not for fame, we are not for anything, there's no one to blame,
I HAVE A FRIEND (an original poem from a book of Inspiration that I published in 2016)
Some friendships are very valuable (for at least one of the parties involved),so when things go awry there may be a separation that causes distress.
This life!
I'm angry with the present, and I'm angry with the past, the past brought this present, guess nothings meant to last, I don't know about tomorrow or how it will go, I just hope the innocent are spared, I hope we show we cared!
My lonely and forgotten grave
Even if sadness was a part of your life, sometimes it's nice to relive them because it is what made you of who you are today.
The Night She Left.
A snowy cold April evening turned Antarctic cold when she left me I curled in my bed and tried my imaginary hug But it was of no use, she had gone The optimism for the future left me that cold dark night My dream that had longed in my heart was
Heading Home
Getting in touch with our inner being and seeking its tranquility with a desire for truth and longevity to live a long and prosperous life.
About you!
Can you live without expression? Can you be,,,,,, alone,,,,, not for eternity, but if you were locked within yourself for a time?, then what would you see?, reality?, defined by who? you or me? would it be then, you would feel,,,,, REAL.
See!
What do you see through your eyes? Is it differnt to mine?, Is the world conspiring or just fine? Do you believe the world is round?, alien invasion? what have you found? so, we think we are right, always, day or night, you say that, I say this, then
Hope springs eternal!
So, we are here today, where were we yesterday? Before we were born where were we? Cultivated in our mothers tummy!,,, So, where were we before the "act" we cant remember thats a fact, and where will we be when we cant see, back to the start? Hear th
I am not a poet
This poem is for love
Two Clocks in Separate Places
The things we are most familiar with will keep us apart and bring us back together
MY FAVORITE
JUST RANDOM THOUGHT AS WE MOVE THRU LIFE. SOME I HAVE HEARD AND PUT THEM IN MY OWN WORDS.
For my Friend!
I have a friend, dear to me, her heart is gold, her spirit free, Her trust is lost, in this poetry, To lay her heart on the line, in words and verse, no more, not Fine, Don’t leave this place my dear friend, don’t let it be, don’t let It end,
Poets ways!
Is poets corner the place to be?, to lose ourselves in our history? to complain in verse of a life gone wrong?, or sing out loud our favourite song?, let feelings out what's life about?, or whisper quietly, help someone out?, when someone writes abu
Friends That Day
Last week I organized an outing inviting three of my new friends to gather on Saturday. By the time The group was to get together No three but eight people had gathered at my invitation. So I purchased the extra tickets and off I went. When I walked in and saw all their faces I suddenly filled with such great emotion my eyes filled with tears. A two to three hour get together grew into and eight hour gathering. Here is the result of that event.
Friends
A homage to some people in my orbit.
Two Friends Of Mine.
A Sonnet dedicated to my two life-long friends.
The Walrus and the Carpenter (The Sequel)
“We have eaten all the oysters,” the Carpenter proclaimed. The Walrus looked around to see no single one remained. “They were so plump and tasty, though, we hardly can be blamed.” The Walrus and the Carpenter walked off along the sand, the
Not alone!
And you found yourself within the crowd, woke up to see, you were me, not left alone or left to be, a part of all, that's you and me!
Who cares?
And all that it is and all it could be, is a memory, A dream that exists then ceases to be, There is no beginning, there is no end, for tomorrow you'll be my best friend, Then we start again, lose that memory, think it's all new and wonderf