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Mine heart and spirit doth weep For its soulmate it doth seek Ages and ages it hath roamed Seeking for its forever earthly home Always being hid in the dark Wishing for its love upon the stars The moon comes and leaves again And the sun shin
Dedicated to you poets in this site who use words to express the beauty of emotion, and the inner peace that it brings.
why did you lie You know, you made me cry With you, I really did give it a try Why did you say, all was ok You said I was number one, in your heart why did you lie I told you, you're breaking my heart You said you were sorry You wouldn
As a child, growing up, most of the poems I learned at school were of the traditional type. Memorizing and reciting them, which I enjoyed, were part of the learning exercise. Free verse, a modern form of poetry, was a new experience for me. Over the years, I jotted down some of my thoughts on things, especially, on Nature topics. I always considered such writings to be prose. It was only after I learned of free verse, that I saw that they could also be viewed as poetry with a slight variation in the line layout to create a sense of metre. I referred to such writing as poetic prose and labelled some of my earlier poems as such.
Does anything I write ever make sense?
happy st patricks day everyone
Can't choose who u love... Thank u 4 your visit poet friend, peace and joy! J
New Orleans Voodoo queen traveling through my mirror slipping naked between my sheets cafe-au-lait mahogany dream lost in t
Sometimes an argument can be over something as silly as a pineapple pie sandwich or like a duck arguing with that Wascally Wabbit AhAhAhAhAh… Cheerios Corner... Have a wonderfully sweet day http://youtu.be/9-k5J4RxQdE
I am celebrating the 2nd year of my clearance from the call of my rare cancer, (one in a million) when I was given at most 90 days to live, yet again. My 6 specialists and the one I love then, went through with me step by step until the last moment of the remarkable call, that miraculously, I was not only healed but like nothing ever afflicted me..My gratefulness forever with whom lent me his heart, mind and soul on this journey. And to all of you on here who were all there for me. Thank you all guys. Tears are running wild at the moment creating my own OCEAN OF JOYS to be still with you. Thank you always.. a new strength found when defeat is unyielding strong and unforgiving but your presence is inspiring and your love is the crown of my hopes Shared not for sympathy, I am way past that...But for all to know that life is good...and beautiful, when we feel the sun's warmth, believe it. Life is short...Spend it usefully and gratefully. No matter how bad it is or was, IT IS STILL A VERY BEAUTIFUL LIFE.. Thank you all..
Gentle winds makes music true the breanches High note that whiping - longing for you thro' its joys and fears Low note that brings sweet whispered words speaking gently of passion to the lonely ear Soothing Echos of our lover's vows And the sp
can't be love and I just know perhaps I am doomed and so it is.
This was written after my stay in South Africa in 1961, the European doctrine of Apartheid was incomprehensible and not one iota of humanity attached to it, yet deemed the God given right of those who wheeled power. If there are uncomfortable lines, then the lines are not in vain.
Just contemplating..An existential write..Thank you..
I have found on this one small part of the world wide web, a multitude of exceptional light workers like me. This is how we connect and express ourselves in a world that misunderstands true love. This is dedicated to you all. I love you all, our spirits always know the truth.
a prayer of a woman who is silently praying for the right one.. God answers prayer.
This piece speaks for Itself really.
When leaves disrobe their summer garb And slip into autumn lace Remember I'm just a whirlwind away Your pallette of love I'll taste.
Autumn leaves coming down in showers yellow, orange, brown and red blanketing the little flowers tucking them into bed... Autumn is calling leaves f
The one dream in a thousand that's always true
This is written in memory of a happier time on the corner. For the benefit of new comers, a while back as part of a challenge ..Lady Odette became Josephine and Mizzy became Napoleon. What ensued was a romantic poetic tennis match until we retired to our French château. This one is for you Josephine xxx
I'm still a seedling pushing toward her loving light hungering as a suckling babe.. I must be born and then reborn into the womb of her love She is the milk of desire She is the strength of my bones She is the mother of my soul
Hope ya like it. Luv ya..lol
j'aime Cammy.....dame Louisiane...Happy Sunday! Merci....
2021 Spring: Another Spring dealing with COVID but things are looking up with the vaccination program. 2020: Spring Poem!! Trying to cheer all and sunder as the world seems a very dark place right now. However, we will make it through - be safe everyone.
Dark story-tell style.
The pain of love....
effects of aging
~ I am sure he wants you ~
For you Cafe: Bringing out of the mothballs for Halloween 2018. Nonsmoker's Halloween Challenge 2016
I felt her in front of me tiptoeing through the trees the breeze lifts the leaves ever so gently her shoes make no sound on the ground indentations flatten the grass so I know she is not a figment of my mind she feels gen
For my lovely wife Kathy............To all the people here on PC ....never give up hope and be brave and take a chance
John 14:2 King James Version (KJV) 2 In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
I bought a print of this old picture by Charles C. Curran dated 1913 this past week and it inspired me to write a poem about it.
First blossom and first love are beautiful To see affection in my girlfriend's eyes Like flowers on a bush are plentiful Although - amidst - a few thorns did arise. Growing in confidence - though still bashful We think first loves - perfection
Thanks all for your read.
Friendships cannot be measured in time or space nor can be broken in life's fast pace Crossing angry waves or basking in the sun Sweet friendships can never be undone Crossing cultures and colors sweet minds will meet Like earth's gr
Update 4/2020: I wrote this a year ago February not knowing what was going to happen in the world in the last few months. Eerily it makes one feel right now with COVID-19 "Is the World Still Out There?" being so isolated. Feb. 2019: Sometimes I get daydreaming a beautiful dream and block out the world. Finally when I return to reality - it will be so quiet that I have to look outside to see if the world is still there.
What can I give to the break of dawn that it lacks of a brighter morn Where lack the gifts to the blackest night that a million stars adorn How has my hand held the sun and moon and kept them in their place By wisdoms joy has this heavenly
Banshees and Faeries are huge figures in Irish folklore. The Banshee is associated with heralding a person's passing to the spirit world.
It concerns our poet"s corner-The way I see some poets on our Poet"s corner .. I tried to write with humor and a little bit of irony))) sometimes it's just getting very funny ..
Sometime there are a lot of "ifs" in our life)))
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