Shadows of the Heart!
Shadows and Dreams
A Challenge to our Poets
I often ask people to give me 10 or 15 words and write a poem using them I find it helps both with vocabulary and stretching the imagionation
Shadow /challenge/
Did I get away with something or what? Lol.
The Great Master
I visited Grasmere today
Unravelling
I leave you with my swansong, I am taking a long sabbatical to finish my children's novel I started last year and need to get back to to finish. I shall be gone for 6-12 months, but pop in from time to time to read the poems here. I shall not post or comment but this does not mean I shall not enjoy what I see. I wish you all well and may your future journey bring you all you desire. Adios para ahora mi amigo's/amiga's Rob xx
A prayer for Pinkpoetress ....
Dear Pinkpoetress, In my prayers i will ask for you to have fortitude in your tribulations, and that your suffering may be eased. Be brave. The Virgosign x
Tulips in May
Love is endless
no title
dreams a silent rose her whispers the mask upon this tear playing songs of waters sisters always close but never near cool as green grass and bright as blue sky been haunted by your love in statue made of ice kissing morning sun
bliss
a pome of lost love
The Phantom
Ive been robbed :)
God's Gift
worship team
Animal Court
Judge jury executioner.
Praising God
For i see you up on stage singing to the Lord in praise. Your voice is like an angel the melody is shouting out to the Lord in praise. Lifting him in all that you do and say. Showing your talents for Him. Wanting to let him know how much yo
By the Time You Read this
I will have aged.... Not a lot, but it happens so quickly I remember the excitement of turning 16...... "Sweet" 16 I can drive. 18...An "adult" now... NO!!! Not 30... Middle age CAN'T be 40... Social Security statements?? OBVIOUSLY n
Plagiarism
thank you all, to who have unbeknownst contributed' Love Soph
SWEET BOREDOM
sorry this was slapped on here just before posting it... clearly out of boredom
Blame it on the heart...
I dont think I want to listen to either of them anymore...
Back To There
I have totally fallen in love with a song on youtube. Look it up, it's WUAUQUIKUNA - Buffalo white Anyways, I'm Cherokee. And when I look around, I see people calling each other rude names, people being victimized, treated poorly in various ways...our earth needs to be heal. And our people need to heal. So, the song inspired me to share my thoughts.
The Olympic Medal
This is a message poem to all those people who win medals by taking short cuts and breaking the rules of fair play. Written: 9th May 2013
duck suspect
a non smoker has entered horrifying details how he kills little ducks babies, this serial killer has come into the ducks life, left a brutal comment, he, in response to his comment the wolf is on the prowl, every inch of ground i hope he is
Gracious Beauty of Nature (my challenge)
as I have set this challenge it seems unfair not to attempt it myself
natures answer
in the distant haze a thunder roll like a blanket wrapped up a storm,will lightning strike calming recollecting thoughts staring of into an ocean wilderness ripples of emotion,faraway dreams carress my heart clouds my eyes distant memories of
As one
finding my love, becoming one, till the end of time...
distruction
This are fragile earth Near miss from metours Will they hit are fragile earth None seen or recorded except one Into are earths orbit it did come like a flaming rocket Ball of flame It fell to earth With a all mighty bang blowing windo
I'd rather have daisies......
No need for a dramatic vase.... A glass milk bottle will do. Not rare or scarce... Scattered wildly....in brilliant disorder alongside boulevards and byways. Accessible to everyone and a perfect fit for the hands of a child, man or woman.
Encouter
"How beautiful is she"?! Said the morning sun to her face. Vigilant and steady to her knees for grace. I've not yet lived a quart of life but within my range, heaven, my desire, a tongue with no lies. Make pace on a time that knows no halt. Su
Conversations
You speak as if your voice should have a destination With dysfunctional words and their displacements But I can only hear a tornado of a hollow conversation Of a time now passed in the path of its destruction Only a silhouette is left of your ima
Fallen angel
We are all fallen angels...don't you care about the evil stuff..do your best every day in any moment
beard
bearrrrrrrrrrrds
The Portrait (Shadow’s Challenge)
This was quite entertaining as I was inspired to create an illusion of an old portrait that I imagined being stored in an attic of a Victorian age subject.
Poetry's lost children
We are orphans of a magnificent utopianism We are the bastard child of an impossible dream We insert ourselves into the arena of division and endless choices We are the party crashers of a lust fest We kill ourselves that you may live You ki
Trials and Tribulations
at the end of the day its what we have done not who we are
Beginning of the end
In the darkness, stillness spoke word of a silent whisper with faint screams that sounded my soul. Fear sat beside me with a comforting hand as my heart struck hastily like a thief to gold. I rustled to stay calm but in the room of nothing was so
The unstable
Betrayals, lies, back-stabbed and stripped of pride..situations with no cause of action yet I'm stuck focusing on why..allow me to try closing my eyes in hope of sleep...lost in slumber thoughts too deep...this void we call a soul...always open never
Oh this is love?!
written in reference to every letter of the name of the poem. If you look for every capital letter you'll notice it
Wise woman
As beauty becomes intellect.. My appearance has shadowed the flow of change for no longer will I be a mere common name. Life is the embodiment of my thoughts so subconsciously I'm found not lost. Lost in the demands of the brain washing segment lik
The Masterpiece
This is a special poem for all the ladies that may feel blue on mothers day. Remember you are special.
Patience
Just a poem...
Life
Another random poem...
salvation
my eyes drooling,spakling moist light up smiling of joy and happiness within you set my world on fire like the indians of old my burning embers of you love smoke drifting to the heavens my spirit speaks to you in the clouds in my life you off
high noon two
Jessee two gun james leggs it out Of odettes saloon Want ed for murder his he He steals a horse tied to the post off he ride at speed Kicking his spares in deep His horse blood riden Exhusted hard riden The town folk gatherd b
life drawing
On the chair the lady sits Her bare bum her bumps and all :-) Her long flowing blonde hair barly. Covers her bum At there canveses the group Their paints and brushes in hand ready to paint they Wait for the perfect naked pose T