Flirting
That I could feign to make a sportive play Or when I think a girl could be serious Perhaps coming after feelings of dismay Or last girlfriend becoming deleterious So we broke up, and do then as we may Her subtle signs becoming more mysterious Y
Transcendence
Well this poem is really carried on it's more llike a mix between a poem and a rap it's about life's troubles and death
To love lost...
Sometimes we just feel alone....
Show Pony
Show Pony is the male equivalent of a Trophy Bride! :))
Last poem(challenge)
My crack at it...
Something Real
Words and music can never match the beauty that I see looking into you :)
What happened to my little corner?
Just some thoughts about the drama recently on here. This is my online refuge especially after a long day. I enjoy reading the poems by the very talented poets(male and female). Let's be gentle with one another as we are each on life's journey and we all need to help one another.
Wayne's Challenge 2 MB
First Poetry entry, indeed first poem! 2nd attempt to enter this correctly though! I only attempted it because of the challenge set out by the pre-determined words. Thanks !
shadow1950
For a super sweet English maiden.. Cafe
The Door
Thinking about the world and how could be made better place.
O Keeper Of My Soul
Your 'Hand-Shake' Is As Good As Your --------> WORD
Prelude to a Kiss!
I like to kiss! Do you? Lol
In the Eyes of a Stranger
Does it matter how you see me or how I see myself? I sit in my bedroom looking out the window wondering if you are coming home. Do I want you out of need, desperation or greed? I want you to want me too. Is it fair to ask who wants who more? Bey
Broken
in memory of lives lost
Dont you lie...
Feeling jerked around lately...
Orphans in the heart
The difference between platonic, unrequited, and consummated love? If we knew all of the differences we would be wise indeed.
The Black Galgo (Spanish Greyhound)
Black dogs are often the last to be adopted, and the first to be euthanized
Mom didn't die today
This was a day in my life when I was about 10 years old.
Ancient of Days
I was talking to an elderly Gent (in his 90's) and he told me that every night he stands under the stars and praises the 'Ancient of Days'
COME TO ME
COME LOOK AT ME, I HEAR YOU SCREAM LOOK DEEP INTO MY EYES WHAT DO YOU SEE LURKING THERE WAITING TO BE FOUND COME LISTEN TO ME, I HEAR YOU SHOUT COME LISTEN TO MY WORDS WHAT DO THEY SAY, WHAT DO THEY TELL WHAT DO YOU HEAR FROM ME COME FEEL
What A Ride!
I've always figured that every life should include occasional moments of pure idiocy. The trick is to survive them.
Road
Inspired by Walt Whitman’s “From Song of the Open Road”
I met you in a dream.
Could it be we’ve met before? Walking along a distant shore For the longest time we talk As we enjoy our little walk Feeling that your hand’s in mine Together for the longest time Could it be our spirits entwine Does your soul reach out to m
To the corner
This corner is a great comfort and outlet for release...Ty all for your concern...and for just being here...
I am Daniel An Angel from Cornwall
I am Daniel the Angel from Cornwall
loves potential
How can you describe love so many of us try too is she a hand in glove or someone ever true Love is so much more than one first surmises when she knocks at your door expect some suprises Love real love will give love real love is stron
Boxes
I guess that this poem describes those moments in time, when we look back at all the baggage we carry, and how we attempt to compartmentalise it, to reduce its effect of our present lives
The Dawn has broke
The dawn has broke And there’s not soul in sight The birds sing there hearts out As if natures alarm clock The crisp sun light shines like a laser from the heavens through the broken cloud Speckled on different parts of the mountain landscape.
Because of You
because of you i can see, because of you i am free because of you i do believe, because of you i aint naive because of you i can fly, because of you i always try because of you i am strong, because of you i still belong because of you i see light
Madhouse
Up is down and down is up And sideways thoughts assault me. Babbling noises blast my ears Devoid of rationality. Chaos rules this mad house As the time ticks slowly by Accused of countless wicked things That no one can deny. It matters no
The Night Calling...
I seem to compose more at night...
13 Black Days
A song I wrote about a suicide and the decent into Hell
The big Questions & Some little Answers
For St Valentines... I think I can do better than this IF I don't have some pressure.. LOL (waiting for me) lololol
No Sorrow
Still working on my love poems .....
Embers
Metaphors for love
I Am
This poem was written after I was laying face down in my pillow sobbing I felt a warm hand on my shoulder Yet nobody was there in the room with me The presence of the comforting hand enabled me to spring to my feet and write this poem I felt strongly that this presence was God and came to help me free myself and my children from cohesive abuse... Reflecting on The poem has helped me throughout my life to remember who I am in God... I found this poem to be very powerful when recited live on stage for performance poetry
Good Witch of the North
Good witch of the North Rachael_0622 Im sorry
Diana
I have no idea
Unlucky Me
We have had several poetry challenges recently. How about one on humour? I do not like to think of it as a challenge. I prefer to think of it as sharing, i.e., Humour Share.
Struggle
The battle of life and death is often blurred by our own reality.
Black Magic
Some dark stuff...more coming...
reflection..............
I saw a personality trait i absolutely detest.........and realised it is a part of me an possibly a part of everyone........i hope to change this part of me