Shades of darkness
She comes to me when night time swallows all remnants of light when the moon turns black just one minute before midnight...
ANGER DOES NOT PAY
anger is red danger. but a familliar stranger. so it came as no. at the times i have paid the price. more than thrice. before becoming very wise. the judge said. i should have been put in a cage. if one considers all the damage. i brought on whit my
True Beauty
A real true person!!
HOKIANGA HARBOUR......
The west coast harbour at the top of New Zealand remains safe from tourism, for many reasons.....Sand bars block the entry and few boats sail upon its waters......instead its raw beauty remains with a few historic settlements.....and tourists who found it, and never left, living side by side with locals......
timer
naked to the bone to the earth we fall grains falling through time like quick sand a vacum each one of us a grain becomming one with the earth leaving our footprint through sandstorms blindly searching the deepest depths an ocean of life wa
Parting
Something I wrote about my Twin Flame, shortly after I received his ring in the mail and him proposing to me --- (he lives in Scotland; the plan was to move out to him, and live there together)
Love Is Like Fire
A muse on a time honored thought about love by many.
The Fallen Warrior
The words in this poem came to me like a bolt out of the blue. It almost seemed I was guided to write it.
Unsung
His real name was A. He was adopted and got to choose his name, but he liked , Andrew, Anthony, and Adam. He couldn't decide so went with A. We called him George , always curious. Thanks
star beau
dreams of something beautiful
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
Marianne
step into the make believe footfalling into stones where memories are citadels wider than truth her bones I never knew the right words you stole them with your smile pirouetting effortlessly some Parisian mile the timbre of a meado
Hope of Home Sweet Home
This one's about loss and possibility....
Falling
The bottom dropped out from my being. it fell through the heavens, cast down from your paradise. it fell and drowned in shallow pools of tears, sinking, as though tied to lead weights. it fell upon a barren field of dust, where fire burned, and
Dreams
Emotions running deep this night.
Just don't sit there - (Foreveryours)
I'm treading on hot coals ,not my business Nor is this her past ..Heck I Dont know why but felt compel to write ...i may be a fool by doing this but i'll damn be the BIGGEST fool here!
The Lie
A relationship built on trust turns out to be a bust the lies mount one by one to someone this is fun Honesty peace and love to everyone Blessings always
YOU PEOPLE CLAIM TO KNOW WHAT POETRY IS!
IT WAS AN UTTER "JOY" TO CONSTRUCT THIS POEM FOR A STOIC LADY
Her Smile
my little cubby girl, to her mom.
Ashes and blossoms
Today, again, On the string spun from grief and pain, I threaded blossoms; drawn from your memory. And I plucked, From the desert of abandoned love, Buds which bloomed; when we were together. Then, I placed on your doorsteps, Offering to the
A Mottled Blur of Green and Gray
Glimpses of the wet New England World....It's amazing how these two colors blend on a rainy day.
Purple
Purple is a color Liked by woman and by man It's used to name a rock band I'm a big deep purple fan Some singers sing of purple rain Some movie titles too The color of my favoured fruit It's mixing red and blue The goths are always wearing i
my future lady
to El...the lady who lives in my heart
Bonfire Night
Sky lightening up flares and flashes arching high above Pretty sparklers in kids gloved hands waving circling Loud bangs from rockets as they explode showering multi bands of colour Catherine wheels spinning round a visual delight
sunday morning 1965
Sunday morning 1965 Author: serpico12 (IMG]http://i1178.photobucket.com/albums/x373/bridger777/64609.jpg Sunday morning in the country hear the birds the dawn chorus sing breaks the silence of a new day wondering what the day will bring
~clock of arms fell, into the second hand~
young wants old, while old wants young, I hope my write walks you through those memories and laughs of wanting to be older back in your days and thinking of being younger as the years go bye. Be blessed everyone. Cheers.
IT WOULD BE SMARTER TO BARTER
THIS IS A POEM
Elo's challenge
from piping hot mad to a chill out
My Gypsy Soul
Never in my wildest dreams Did I dream someone like you Just when I'd all but given up Suddenly out of the blue... Your heart sang to mine Ours souls entwined And then it all became clear.. I could wander this world from east to west, From
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.
sensual and mystic
The isle of mystique The irrigate lands Harmonieum bond Black decidant rocks With fields open wide green megalith Fields ploughed unobrasive field Restored to full harmony Festuon Tassel with culterd bounds Fuliacerous to no taste
Dreaming Feeling
This is for my mother who's now wings are white On the 23rd of February, Tuesday night Peaceful in your sleep, so for now night night No more jumpy feet or waking up in the night I'll just think of laughter and try not to frown Abba was your ban
Santa Clause
1. Santa Clause & His Wife was from the Snow Planet 100-Light years away from earth. Since Santa & his wife and all his helpers had immortality, the man upstairs had asked Santa Clause, "could U and your team grace all the children of earth with
Breathe
I know I'm not the best at spelling. Let me know if I missplelled anything
~~~Love's Abyss~~~(Sonnet)
I'm just in Love !
joker
Musical words A piper fish Begins playing One sorrowful tune In the ocean Deep laments From wasted time years lost Winds begin howling Carrying pain Within hurt Lips speaking Without motion Past nightmares Silent madness
Staircase
Staircase Atop this staircase where angels shine I was shown a mansion and told it was mine, I was then shown a host of people I knew And told we would meet when life was through. I then knew that I was not to stay, For I had to help still
Waiting
This poem is about ones soulmate finding each other again , as two strangers met out of the blue and connected,..
~ Heaven's Kiss ~
A bit of bless! Tis Just a Kiss!
Sky
Observation while driving to work today
Stone Ring monorhyme
Majestic stones stood in a ring while birds flew by on the wing this once was a place of kings who spent their time battling Their foes were now for beheading this fate was cruel but befitting a warning for others come warring with every int