EVERY POET'S PLIGHT!
none of which is literally possible of course, but it's fun trying...keep writing guys an gals....lol....Andrew...xxx
flowers
any body have ?
an inappropriate love
should one express their feelings? shall I lay my heart out bare? to one I'm not permitted to cherish is it wrong to say I care? I wish to only share my leaning yet my emotion's danger fraught how may I speak the words of meaning? a constant
Keep it simple.
Keep it simple. © D Heckels No I won’t write you poetry nor spin you any spiel I will just say it how it is to tell you how I feel I cant dream mystical thoughts and clever words that rhyme in fear of iambic pentameter going sadly out of
Past
I am always alone looking in from the outside Do not really belong to this world that’s around I belong to the times and the lives of my past My bones are buried in so many graves I walked throughout history and the times of yore The savagery of
LIFE'S WHAT YOU MAKE IT (REALLY!)
I can't be the only one who has been screwed (numerous times) at a job. Taunted, lied about, turned into the bad person when 100% right. I was pushed to the edge a couple of times (postal pushed). Point being, others can derail your plan of making it........... Tweaked 7/17/17
Silent shame.
This poem is about s*xual abuse in childhood years, those who are affected by such an appalling crime are isolated with undying shame, albeit a non willing participant. The adult world passes impotently by thus amplifying the degradation and shame, the victims more often than not, are unable to unravel in simple terms, yet illustrate quite clearly by behavioral traits, which compounds the evil that in general remains for the rest of their days. This poem is the tormented emotion, details if you wish, imagine for yourselves if you dare.
Sphinx
I see smiles lips that move the smooth talkin’ with fangs that drool. In my younger days would take you on now that I’m older here’s my swan song. No passion to share just look in my eyes been used too much I can read your lies. Yes
batesman's bay and blue mountains
just a thought. thanks all for your reads.
Lest we Forget
Imagine the picture perfect cottage with roses growing around the door and love that once dwelt within now sadly faded, the packing of cases, the feeling of loss and final closing of the door........
Three Wishes
WALKING ALONG THE BEACH I CAME ACROSS A LAMP OLD AND TIRED IT LOOKED SO I TOOK IT HOME AND GAVE IT A WIPE OH BLEES MY SOUL A GENIE HE DID POP OUT BIG AND HUGH AND SMELLING OF STOUT WITH A MIGHTY CRY HE BELOWED OUT YES MASTER WHAT DO YOU WANT
Wifi Love
Had to update this poem, wrote it a while ago when you used to connect to the internet with a modem so now it's been changed from modem love to wifi love
Big Iron on His Hip
just to make it clear, i didnt write this poem, i just love it so much i had to share it
A DAY AT THE BEACH
Pensacola Beach is all I said it is, I witnessed these occurrences at a visit to said beach.
The Rules of Keeping Time
Whose time is it anyway? It's your life isn't it?
"My, Oh My!"
Some sweet lady poet just prodded me into making another submission to the corner, so here it is Suzanne. Written exclusively to satisfy 'YOUR' request. Hope it's acceptable... I'm awfully tired!
A sonnet ordered me Violante
Not easy to translate it from spanish, I'm not sure if everything can be understood.
Did I miss something???
LMAO~~~ just my luck
live your own life!
an expression of some conversations I've had with people over the years that are choked in their life by someone close. That chooses not to give people their space. Probably due to no self passion in their life.
In Silence I Speak
In Silence I Speak My thoughts, like shifting snow of the mountains high, My mind, like the vast openness of space, My spirit, the rise and fall of the ocean tide, My soul, thirsty like the desert sand, My conscience, like a still pool
Ocean Pearls.
always loved pearls and opals....both are said to be unlucky.....
My Dear Angel
When I was young, I met this lovely girl I knew right then that I wanted to give her the world We looked into each others eyes And our worlds came together like it was written in the sky The reason I can say I love you more each day And I will d
In Love
Self explanatory
Sun and Wind
Sun and Wind argued fiercely with each other as to which of them really was the stronger Wind said at sea I toss huge ships around and on land I blow trees and houses down Sun said my strength is helping things grow feeding them sunshine with
Alone
Alone she roams can't bare to go home
Poem on the Soul (Paloma's Challenge)
Paloma I hope this is acceptable and it's not too late...thanks for your challenge... it's always good to stretch the mind...
True Beauty 5-7-5
Real beauty radiates from within. Can be read as one sentence. Thanks for reading.
Weathered Barn
sentimental write ...
masquerade (soul goddess challenge)
fairy tale love.
Handsome Man Club
Bit of humor..
Peace
Tranquillity
Making Love
My charming lover Lily.
Summer in Malabar
My Childhood memories of Summer I spend in the Beautiful Malabar region of India.
show me.
just some words out of my head.
Only
I heard you got married I heard you are doing so well So I'll never let on no I'll never let on how I fell In love with you before you met him I was always only a friend I heard that your smile is so bright And that your laughter is so gay So
I Hate To Say Good-bye
I have always been fond of reading. It saddens me watching the good old tactile books being replaced by .........electronic books. There is something about turning that page and the feel of it in my hand I do not want to give up. And that is what this poem is about. Me not wanting to say good-bye to the smell of leather and the wisping sound of a page turning.
Wide Open Spaces
an inspiration each day provides us with opportunity A time to greet family and friends A brave new world For us to explore blessings and love to all
The Game
A metaphor of life's stages of development in this new virtual-reality era.
I am Jealous
I wrote this poem based on an idea I had about love, dreams and desires
This side of the Zambezi…
Many years ago, when I was a volunteer non-combatant in South Africa’s apartheid war against Namibia, I experienced a life-enriching phenomenon, which I would like to share with my fellow poets in this corner of the galaxy… Why share? Well, I find
Wet Dream
Just checking to make sure everyone is awake out there. lol
Summer
Just thinking about my day....nothing too much... :))