venice-one dream
One of my dreams if it could be to visit Venice city on sea the colored house so sharp a blue the decore streets the peaceful view the small canal and cove
The Mirror
Sometimes as we get older and look in the mirror we think is that me?
Tears and Prayers
Finally last night after tears and prayers I resolved an emotional issue which I ignored and denied for two years.
THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Poetic Pillars – Questions and Answers - XX - Where Patience leads
THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I Versification Treatise/ Poetic Pillars Book I: English version/ Part II: Poetic Pillars – Monads - Questions and Answers 2018+ / 2019 ©Th3Mirr0r
Words Hurt
Better to be slapped with dirt Memory stained heart broken piece of soul taken away want to forgive To much pain Beat me down spit in my face Verbally abuse Up for the game For the love of my beautiful blessing
True Love
it is about true love and how it feels will you find true love.
she just stopped..
something new that fits in all to well with how im doing right now..
Ancient Finland
Very old
For Someone Special
For that one person who lights up my life
~A dropple of rain~
Did you ever gaze the stars When the sun was out Did you blow a gentle breeze While the air was still Did you hold that special moment that not another one did Were you sculpted from such or did another shape break Strewn cross the floor A
the girl who..
i wrote this about how i feel..
The Coming of Spring
Spring is just around the bend. Look at how all the stars have shifted in the night sky!
The Image of Love
how to describe love ?
Women
A gift from God holding the right side of man one companion blushing Heaven's sky sweet rose From the garden of Eden under a tree branches spring fountain of youth you bore the fruit of our very existence Castles where built crowning your h
...Us Two Entwined...
A gorgeous night in the Colorado Rocky Mountains with my woman next to my hometown in the the recent wild fire areas that burnt over 87,284 acres of Pingree Park erasing 259 homes without a trace of the home being there. The state spent $38.4 million fighting the flames! It was sick & very sad. It was like nuclear aftermath in the burnt meadows of ashes...I have more writings of these fires in my back yard, stay tuned.
I'll Fly Away
So weary to go on.
Ice Baby
icy hot love
Tightly Strung
A natural at this music business, I follow note-clarity programmed into me by years of aging wood and strings stretched to the correct level of tautness to avoid the breaking point. If not so soundly set in its ways my keyboard might venture
soul love
The beautiful soul remains immortal
You don`t know that!
LOVE ASKS FOR COURAGE!
Easter is coming...
Easter is coming, Let's try be better To make a good fact To help others who Need our help, Jesus sacrifficed for us Giving is life for us, Easter is coming Try to be better And let Jesus to enter In your lives.
Coming Alive
Positive progression for Peace and Stability
My short version of my poem :D
i just thought of it just now
you are my beauty morning
You are my holiness , my temple and my beauty morning . You are my sweet spring , my nice elation and my for ever eternity . You are the daughter of light , me alone who see in you the magnificence of beauty flowers , let me live in your pleasa
"The Rose and the Weed"
One day while pondering the thought and possibility of plants 'thinking and speaking'... I came up with this poem. It's meant to be an analogy of the way people's lives can sometimes be compared to one another. Success vs failure, popular vs unpopular, accepted vs the outcasts. May it cause us all to be a bit more compassionate and sensitive to those around us who may appear to be less fortunate in life's circumstances.
Twenty Minutes Ago
She's my ex-wife now...
This Old House
Memories of a time long ago raising my daughters.
Lost
In the darkness i sit alone I no longer feel at home This house brings bad luck and pain The memories make me go insane my mind cant be at peace I wish these thoughts and anguish would cease The good times hurt more than the bad The loss is
What are you worth?
What are you worth? A nickel, a quarter? Are you a dictionary definition? Is your soul magnetic soup held by gravational friction? Are you an accidental cognition sparked by an electrical storm? Or shall we choose another meaning and leave b
Bits and Pieces
I have portrayed an elderly man in his last hours he is entirely fictional
A Righteous Man's Life
Dedicated to My Dada who passed away on 01st May 2023. A man who walked the narrow path throughout his lifetime. But, received God's Grace and Mercy in Abundance.
hurt
my heart hurts today
9701
Its hard enough trying not to cry, but the tears burn right through my eyes. As this empty void becomes a deeper hole I begin to realize. That if I could just hold her tight, and tuck her in her bed at night. Keep her safe and warm and all her
My Last Coffee And Cigarette
It is morning, seems that once again I have survived the night. There are not many places left to hide, most have been taken, the mutants have moved in. They are not the worry, they are harmless. It is the living we have to worry about. They hunt
super duck
pumped up with helium blowing insane mad quack quack red rag to a bull pork chops had a meeting today flipping over backwards sending out invitions who was not invited pictures prove fate of fellow duck on the chopping block frothing
Some day..
A poem I wrote a few years ago.. Don't know who it's meant for just yet.. Some day I will give it to someone that fits the description..
Makers
My snapshot of the six great Romantic poets.
You Think You've Won
You think you’ve won So used to it, boast of it Push and pull, wear down all Open your mouth, people hurt Your own blood sees you for what you are Indifference is your name In and out of people’s lives Pull them in, weave your web Destruction
missing
The night sky turns black, no light can break through its knitted so tight there’s a mist flouting on the wind it’s surrounding, caging me in it’s in my lungs, my body I’m covered Boxed in by thoughts that are my own, Lost con
Foolish Lover
Carla
Game
Game Under the sun the small breath of the sun recalls short steps in the fall leaves fall after the ebb of fantasies along with long-run blisses lurking even in the soundest roles with no goals we play night and day to beguile one hear
Kickit's challenge..
Hail Sir Kickit!!