To Joy
I want to kiss you so badly. We've been waiting for so long. On the warm, soft earth...arms clutching fearfully, desperately. A light breeze, silent rustle of green gently parading about us. Sunbeams dart in ripples of shade. In the air, a swee
I Dream of Angels but Live with Demons (Part 1)
I heard this line on an episode of Law and Order:SVU and it stuck in my head. The episode was dealing with mental illness. Actually this is my first time writing a poem on this subject. Please forgive any blunders as I mean no harm nor disrespect.
Love's Own Lullaby
The first poem in my "Poetry For Jill" Series.
Alone
Your solitary begins when you hold the hand of the one who doesnt know
MERRY CHRISTMAS
Merry Christmas everyone and I hope you take the time To contact someone lonely, to say, "you're on my mind". It doesn't take much planning, to just pick up the phone And ring to say Merry Christmas, "are you all alone?" I'm just about to do
Happy
When you are happy with some one you care for does it matter what hangs above or below
My Wandering Star
A poem about Megan - my first girlfriend - and my first love - in High School. A recollection of a moment of introspection, one Summer's night at Wentworth Falls Lake. (In the Upper Blue Mountains; about 100 km west of Sydney). Thanks for all your reads - lcbr.
Waiting On Sundown
A young man helps a friend escape an abusive relationship.
Lookin' In The Mirror
A lady ages and her man reflects what he sees in her.
Dancers
Went out for dinner on Thursday and watched a live band. A group of old (50's and 60's) rock n rollers took the floor and you could see the years disapearing and they actually started to look younger.
The Catch
awaiting capture by the ever allusive thing called love
The Myth about Seeds
Did God create badness just to enjoy struggles when would Potters be create did He Muggles bad seeds planted fighting to be good each going against nature hoping could and would holds onto a Bible fights - takes a stand
TO LOVE.
Conflict... when money is mentioned spreads doubts as does lies....but true love can burn forever....
ALONE VS LONELY
You can be alone but not lonely You can be lonely but not alone Being both is not a fun place to be I know because been there you see There are days that the pain is deep Wanting something that I can’t see Wondering just what it would take T
THE TINY BALL OF FLUFF
First written: 12th July 1997. In memory of my lovely Persian cat who died aged just over 16 years. Sent to The International Library of Poetry 15th July 1997 Published in hardback book, ‘Quite Storm’ Spring 1998, also recorded on Poetry to Music via the
silence
Silence Surounds the inner ear Infection bites Loud and clear Torn the Membrain Flaps in the air Air blasts and whales Deep down The ear Vibration gone Sound no more Air whistles its only tune Where once sound Was its tune N
Tides of Love
It is fun to take something we love like the ocean and turn it into so much more with just the mere wording. Thank you for accompying me on my beach trip
THREE THINGS
Thought I would have a go at it....Andrew...xxx
I WAS BANNED
For sometime I watched from a distance of the poems but could not comment coz I WAS BANNED so now the blanket is lifted if that is they Dont take offensive my latest outburst in my poem
CS-River Flows ...
This was my first writing on CS. Years ago, I unknowingly published this poem in the Forums, and then CS advised me of the Poetry Section... And years later now I brought it back to Poetry because I like all my poems to be in one place..., and also, I am thinking of writing the second part of this based on my explorations... freetraveller Colombo, Sri Lanka 12 October 2014 My Explorations - (19)
When I remember
When one heart calls to another Everything else seems far away Just like in a daydream I remember your reflection Just like another spring brings Forth new growth Just like another memory Treasured, can be lost Or just another haunted re
You are the dream and true
if real love come to our life , it make it more beautiful , but when it come ????
" Oh Glorious Night "
Just thinking as we are to approach winter so soon of thinking of the spot by the fireplace to cuddle up to.......
Who Will Love You Now?
Don't even know where this came from....feeling very sensitive tonight
images
thing that we all hold dear inside are heads stored but not forgotten
~Extra, Extra, "READ ALL ABOUT IT"~
The lights they were floating and moving about while the cars they were flying in their daily commutes seven billion now as the roads ride the sky. The sky's a conductor, not a one at the helm chips, ya they're there, just not in a bag telec
First Snowflake Fly
Spoken in my 'native speak' with its short clipped twang, takes some practice.....haha
Dear Momma
wrote this poem when it seemed I couldn't take anymore of this world...why are so many people fake?
The mark we leave
It always has been something that hurts deep insideof me. I think of how easy it is to forget those people that once were such a huge part of our lives.Im brought to mind my own dear mother, my nana,how much i loved them,but rarley do they cross my mind.Maybe it's Gods way of helping us move on..
I will kill you!
life is precious!
YOU SHOULD READ, IT’S IMPORTANT!
Let’s talk off the air! LOL
Star Wars
I will see the new Star Wars movie on Saturday. It is the first movie I bought the tickets ahead of time. Some people have waited days to see the older ones. I am not that big of a fan, but I'm a fan.
dust to dust
just a thought Thanks all for your reads.
I will always love you until my dying day
my first love and i really did love him but he cont see how much i cared its so sad when this happens because if he had taken the time to see real true love that was right in front off him and that he dint have to do what he did and for him to be so hung up on others. we would still be together and happy i don't even think he understands what he has done wrong and how different we could have been together all i want is one chance to talk to him to try make him understand that i was faithful the hole time i was with him and that he was wrong
A Map to the World
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.” ~ Khalil Gibran ~
Be Afraid Not To Love
Just more love and I'm so in love more than ever. NOTE: Two of my best friends, (Tessie, who introduced me here, whom I love to death, wrote me and dedicated a poem for me and is tired of reading my sad broken heart poems, so I will try to write nothing but positive from now on. I love you, my friend, because without you, the most beautiful love of my life wouldn't have found me. I'm forever grateful and to my dear friend, Sheryl A. You know who you are thanks so much for your care always. So hope both of you my friends are happy now that I love mysel loving him whether he loves me or not.
Three Wise Monkeys
This poem is based on a real life experience, the legend of the three wise monkeys is true to my knowledge, and has great significance in our lives, it may be a Buddah statue I am not sure of it's actual origin. please enjoy this tale. Written: 18th January 2014
False Doors?
There is no God higher than the Truth and as Buddha said "don't believe in what other tell you, not even in me, find the Truth by your self". Friedrich Nietzsche, very popular by modern Philosophers,put Humans into two categories,the Slave and the Mad man and with that he was meaning, that majority of Humans follow everything what is told to them, they are just believers and their minds are like Slaves. On the other hand are the few Mad men,who broke down the old and start the new directions, they are the one who bring in all the new inventions and dig into the unknown, they don't care about standards or roles, they take the risk, go into the chaos and bring out something new. Nietzsche by him self died in the end as insane, so he was by him self a extreme Mad man. In the life there are always some extraordinary Humans that explore deep into them self and find from there the Truth and then can give a new direction to whole the Humanity on the level in the time of living. One very extraordinary man was C.G.Jung, the inventor of collective unconscious, who's Father was a Priest. He went trough many years of Hell in trance experiences,as can be read from his,"The Read Book" that came out some years ago. In that time he had even doubt by him self,if he was crazy, but in fact he had to clean himself from doctrines to be born as a baby, after first diving to the depth of himself and earning the wings to fly to the stars and to become a Human that understood about our psyche and other things, more than anybody before him. There are always, from time to time some brighter Souls, with bigger wings than anybody from before, to come and clean out the next layer of the shadow and show us more of the light of the truth. The fundamental still is, that before the next step is reached, there is always first a dive deeper into a wrong direction, before we broke us free from chains and take on the flight.
Broken Pieces
Love's healing grace......is really only the power of touch.
My atomic lover...
My atomic lover, chemically induces me. Transforms me into substances and breaks Down, my anatomy... He starts with my mind, as complex as it may be. Changes my compound structure. My neurons to Transmitters, stop functioning naturally. I no
Lost,.....yet so complete.
Can your eyes see, What's so deep. Can your heart feel, The murmur, That reaps. The gravitation towards, Silence in your speech. Pulls me in a direction, so out of reach, which awakens This feeling, lost yet so complete... The car
VALENTINE
This is for a very special friend