Daddy Come Home...Please Dont Fight
I saw a story about soldiers with family and thought of doing a poem for them, how hard it must be.........kind of makes me feel both luck and proud. Feel sorry for the children wanting there family back.. Please comment and tell me what you think of it Thanks
ISIS
From far away the world sees the video westerner's beheaded a mother's tear drops far away the house is weeping mother I love you I kiss the m
Spam
You never know!! or do you??
Falling
Just feeling blessed from a future best friend and lover..A keeper..
CONVERSATION BETWEEN LOVERS
Lovers can have any conversation, anything they say have a love pattern.They are happy, but some still believes on valentine's day, without knowing that, there is nothing like lover's day, because love doesn't last for a day. Lovers are people who have feelings for each other.
From the abyss
A best friend and lover...
True love will cross all 'Boundaries'.
When you find your 'soul mate' no 'barriers' will separate you.
School Girl Crush
Love is war..
DARKNESS TO LIGHT
4/9/2023: Another Easter has arrived and he has given this World so many chances. Will we have one more year of chances? Orig. message: Recently saw the movie "Risen" and it inspired me to write this poem. I usually like to write something light and more about nature. However, Palm Sunday - Good Friday - and Easter are coming up and I wanted to do something in honor of all the suffering my Lord and Savior went through and just how big a deal it was for all of Mankind. Thank you for reading even if it wasn't quite your cup of tea.
To Forgive
Forgiveness Inspired by jazzy
The tree
Carla mi amor... Happy Sunday to all!
Penzance to Exeter
Yep its pure sarcasm, but I do it so well!!
Sweet Sylvia, Sweet
Written 8-4-02, a lot of the wolf poems I write are about my personal struggles with pieces of myself, and this one had a lot to do with seeing beauty within myself, and trusting that it was real, and that I should accept it. On the other hand, it has a strong message about understanding the wolf which I think we are all still trying to do. Sylvia, is also a medicine woman up here, so the name seemed fitting.
Interaction
just wondering how people interact..........
HOW I TRULY FELT
This woman turns out was a "La Diabla" twk 8/29/18
Call it love
Two is always better than one..Happy Sunday!
Thank you that you exist
To you thank you that you nearby, Even if nearby you are absent, You virtual look You grant to my soul light. Thank you that has kissed, But only it is a pity not in real
A Starry Shade of Night
Delphinus stars ~Lord Byrons Manfred~
A Child's Pain
No words necessary.
Unjust Inquisition
My Dearest Father in Heaven; I know it's not my right tonight to inquire of Your position... Curiosity, has obviously, gotten the best of me... I will not try to justify this unjust inquisition... Why must there be, for all to see, such harsh
A New Day Dawning..
Carpe diem Indeed seize this day...
Mr.Wrong
I’m not looking for ideal. I’ve seen ‘em, They are all fake. I’m not looking for a match With the same interests as mine. I would learn nothing new. I’m not looking for alike thinker I would start the phrase and he would finish it f
MY LOVE
Waiting and waiting for Love to come
My ANZAC
In recognition of Anzac day an my grandfathers contribution 'lest we forget'
Bells of Kilmigrol
Blackpool (Lancashire) - Legend has it on stormy nights, a town lost off the coast of Blackpool many years ago, the bells can be heard ringing on stormy nights. Fastinating stuff because this part of England is my family's ancestrial home. :))
Broken Man
Men and their cars!!, the great compensator, I wrote this about four years ago, it still makes me smile. We used to have a funny night on here, those were the days, for those who can remember.
Book of Life
sometimes reflection is not a good thing, but hey! we all have our stories to tell!!
Humorous Sonnet
You wish for me to write a sonnet Words of love dripping from the page But then you come and insult my bonnet Did you not think that would result in rage Your
Shadrach Hah.
A Couplet. There are Vampires and there are Vampyre. The Shadrach Hah Is Lord of all, God's vengeance.
DARK HORIZON SUNSET
Saw the most beautiful sunset the other night. The sky was all dark except for a small band across the horizon was white with streaks of pink, lavender, gold and blotches of blood red.
Lottery Ruined My Life
This is based on real people who have won the lottery and 90 percent of all football athletes who end up blowing their millions on frivolous things like limos, private jets, and fancy meals.
Beer Acrostic
Cheers to beers
OH BLESSED ROOSTER
WATCH OUT EVERYONE FOR THERE ARE STILL SOME MANIACS IN THE WORLD
Fire and Rain
My Sunday morning poem..Happy Sunday!
prison boy
AN OLD JAIL POEM PASSED ON THROUGH DIFFERENT GENERATIONS.
Tribute to the apostle Paul
The young aspiring poet waited patiently outside the prison cell, and listened to the muffled voice of the Roman guard making the quiet reguest to the aged apostle. Moments later, the guard stepped outside the cell and remarked to the young poet, 'Pa
Briefie aan n wegloop kind
about a mother waiting for her daughter to come back home after she moved out. They never spoke again and the mother kept this small note in her apron till her daughter came back. This never happen and the day the mother died, this note was passed on by a family member to her doughter.
MEMORIES
My Mom loved tiny yellow flowers and butterflies. The anniversary of her death will be Aug. 5th - 10 years ago.
Falling
Silly love poem..lol For Cammy...
IMAGINE - Part 1 - The Candle Hope
2019 Advent season is upon us - today we light the Candle Hope
Moth and flame
Don't look for steadfastness in love, don't demand anything eternal from mortals....
Languishing With Siberia
Ah my friends, I watch so much from the outside, yet who are we to percieve poetry. You write, I write, are we so different?, I have a love so far from the maddening crowd, let me bestow you, with thoughts, of a longing, of a past love that sees itself with Siberia, the coldness, the emptyness, the heartlessnes and the lonelyness. But it has its own beauty and it certainly has its own ghosts. Are we not but ghosts of the future, and who will recognise this ghost of one we approved and loved upon. All I can offer you my friends is poetry, born of emotion, born of freedom but most of all born of passion. Poetry is not about metre, not the correct syllables, not precise in its manner, it is about you!! and your wants and needs, embrace me for I am poet!!. I have been missing, but to many not forgotten, may the peace of poetry be upon you all.