old man
Old and weathered Distant in the eyes Pulsating vain A minute has gone by Seperated by years A breath that once was young Drug across the boards Old man's feet Falling face first Down he went Few feet from memories Of his past Crawling on
U AND I
I have felt this way...before! Copyright 2013/1/5 twk 031423
a children's story
I wrote this a few years ago....enjoy.
GOD'S CREATIONS
No matter what poems I write God always seems to come to light!
Chrysalis
Growth and change occurring... bringing things exciting. (Hi everyone, I missed you all so just thought I'd pop in for a while......
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The Monarch of the Glen
this poem is dedicated to the oil painting of the stag called the monarch of the glen by sir edward landseer
The ol' Black Book
That ol' black book.. been sittin' on our shelf, ever since I was a boy, Guess I never thought to open it up, Just to busy with all my toys, Oh, every once in a while Paw'd walk over, and wipe the dust off the cover, Told me one day it
Green Eyes
^_^ This is my first poem. I am not really good in English but I love to read English poem. I wrote this one after I saw green eyes!!!! heehe : ) loved its color!!! (((I love GreeeeeN)))) :"D
End of a Poets Day
Sweet dreams.......Andrew......xxx
just fun riddles
...Q. What did the instructor at the school for Kamikaze pilots tell his students?.... ...A. Watch this closely, I'm only going to do it once. ..1. Is it legal for a man to marry his widow's sister? ..2. When your one gallon piggy bank is emp
Breaking Free
Breaking free should be easy for that is where I want and where I need to be. Sometimes, however, the pieces cut like glass and I must wait for the bleeding to pass. Experimenting with altered states with friends, I try my wings knowing tha
The Ghost of Kissing Bridge (A Terzanelle)
Kissing bridge is an old covered bridge said to be haunted by a young women, who many years ago, took her life there after her parents refused to allow her to marry the boy she loved..and courted there. It is widely believed to be haunted by her ghost...and such the bridge is still used by young lovers 'who dare' to meet secretly ....and is called Kissing bridge....
The Lion
In the stillness of the jungle.. I watch.. and wait.. for you~ You will not enter these lands unnoticed.. For tonight.. I am Awake! I sit high an lifted up and I am the ruler of my world~ Watch out! Make no sound For I will hear it..
I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.
I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.
Unkind & Kind Words
After the death of Roy Surratt ,this poem was found in his Bible. Jesus once said that we shall give account for every idle word spoken. Mathew 12 : 36 The ' crown' is the reward for things done in faith.
I Saw G_d Crying…, an Allegory...
Allegorical...
Persian Horses...
How I long again to smell the perfume softly whispered upon your flower body For all of my time i have always known you would come to me as the hummi
Kleenex Klues
Another box of Kleenex; another silly poem; sneezing coming easy; home alone. Like an empty liquor bottle tossed on the side of the road, no one wants you when you have a cold. Like an uneven sidewalk challenging your every step; my onl
life heart
Echos Pulse the beating heart From tiny seed To beat and flow Rivers of blood Swell within Fills the viods Within Tiny vain s Over time One grows within To grow To ones full term to cease the flow Over time to slow and die
IMAGINE
.... If only! Truth and Imagination! twk...3/16/18
MY SOUL
Oh my soul my soul how will you survive the arrows thrown with malice to break you into surrendering. Many a point pierced bringing tears, flooding until plugged
Desire
You ran your fingers up and down my spine I flinched, you laughed, the familiar sparkle in your eye You pull me close Whisper in my ear Tell me words I long to hear I rub my finger across your lips Ever so slowly with my fingertips Teasing,
Browning
Childhood memories, memories of my two brothers Michael and Thomas RIP, Love you always,
i write 15 poems in a day and u bury THEM!!!!
FRET NOT I ONLY SAID THAT ABOUT BURYING ME BBCAUSE I NEED AN EXCUSE FOR HAVE 3 PEOPLE A NIGHT READ FROM 13-15 POEMS
Separate
Something from a more adolescent time Im 34 now.losing a daughter lead to drinking, drugging ,and anger that lead to growing up.I wrote this not sure if Id post it, but why not? May not be Hotel California but these were my own demons and devices I had to overcome.
Split Apart
We are all born with a missing piece. And will search the planet to no end looking for our split apart. In a land of the time of before our birth. We all had a mate. Joined together were we at the heart. Not physically but with a rage, a s
Your Last Day on Earth
Just a few thoughts that were impressed upon my mind.
Sometimes I forget
Sometimes I forget the hours, all the years between us I forget the lost days that have all passed us by I have no memory of no longer chances and empty spaces For a while is forgotten the passing of our time. Sometimes I forget, and you are here
GOD LOVES YOU
I wrote and dedicated this poem to my Vacation Bible School children in June 2013 as I gave them "glow in the dark" bracelets to wear the last night of VBS. Love all my VBS children.
NEW YEAR AND NEW ME!
2014 WAS THE WORST YEAR OF MY LIFE! THINGS WILL HAPPEN! IT DOESNT MAKE A DIFFERENCE, HOW MUCH YOU PRAY! BRING IT ON!
Stranger in the bed
Who is that lady laying there in your bed guess they have moved you to a new ward again. So frail so thin how fragile she seems can't help but watch her this stranger as she sleeps. Hands black and blue from injections and drips yellowing c
When I depart
She held the curtain to her cheek not yet ready for a tear It would take alot to sadden that face for she had never known a fear But I drove away just the same with a regret or two of my own She just didn't know how many nights she'd be sobb
Spartacus Speaks
Spartacus was a thracian warrior captured by the Romans..The third Servile War ended in his defeat in 71BCE..History records Spartacus was killed in the final battle and his body was never found..6000 survivors of the revolt were captured by the legions of Crassus and were crucified lining the Appian Way from Rome to Capua..This poem was written by fellow Mississippian Michael Mack from my home state in America..
I would..if I could
I cannot feed multitudes with a few loaves of fishes, but I would if I could I cannot still the tempest with the wave of my hand, but I would if I could I cannot draw great masses with my words, but I would if I could I cannot give back
Just trying to fly again
thanks for all your read and comments I will be away for a couple of days and may all my loving members of this community be happy. I love you all Phyllis
sweetest drink
Dark and Moody one
Seeing me
So many needing their mate; so easy to think, 'she's nice, ok will do'. But she is herself and more.
Don't Judge Me
Venting a bit about those who jump to conclusions based solely upon what they see physically in a person. Sometimes a simple are you okay or is there something I can help you with is all a person needs and the inquisitive judging glares from those who know nothing...well let's just say they anger me.
‘6-(^_^)-9’ --- Sixtynine
'69' this number keeps haunting me!! lolol Delicated to someone that thought he was the only one who knows what '69' means. Lol Hunny, I'm not that innocent!!! Lol
~I tried~
it all as I looked for a lady in my life up a road down a street in a park near the lake seemed the sun held my smile for the one that I'd meet after all deep inside...... you just know when it's right There were days that were still
autumn and remembering
Just a passing thought brought about by the beauty of fall