Skin wear
In England, they talk about having your heart on your sleeve... in France we talk about having your heart on the edge of your skin.. à fleur de peau... which is kind of difficult to translate... on the edge doesn't give credit to it.. but the idea is there.. just underneath the surface.. I say I wear my heart on my skin.. kinda combination of both languages I guess... Anyway... I like the text.. I made a nice blues out of it!
>. >. > What is Love? < .< .<
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is conten
ATTITUDE.
daily life.....
MUD RIVER REVIVAL
As a kid in West Virginia we'd sometimes try to sneak a peek at the Mud River Revival because of all the commotion heard going on up the river.
The One
I’d have to be ... the one..your one :)
Anytime Soon
Jesus is coming back You know that's a fact Anytime soon The trumpets will surely sound People dropping their cell phones to the ground Anytime soon Last text message read Someone has raised the dead Anytime soon Earthquakes tsunami b
Without Salt
You look good enough to eat If indeed we ever meet, You will surely feel the heat, When our souls collide My sweet
294 simple words
just some very simple words
Rise and Shine
It crept upon me slowly one dawn on nightmare street, silent calls in cushioned halls of every room to peek Lost among the shadows captive by the trance, to see another world beyond the music and the dance Tracked the call of natu
feathers
From illness one leaves the body Transits in time To natures comforts To trees that whistle in the wind Leafs brushed aside they fall to the ground One now sits preens and wings stretch Yuor past clean your past gone Now traition is done on
red sun
Rise its a new day To bask in the heat the sun Temps high Radiates it generates Warmth that ray of sun Heat envelopes Wraps the soul warms the body Comforts are soul Heat absurbs wheres it gone Into the body Heals are soul The joy of
Cash Call
The first part is an actual advertisement with the late Gary Coleman as their pitchman. The last part you won't ever see on TV, but these money lending places are making out worse than bandits.
The big thaw........
Seeking the morning sun in winter always brings back this fond memory back home..........a special place .......
The Things I Miss
This Poem Comes from my heart and soul.
Open up.
I find that a sincere prayer lightens daily life.
Genesis of the Dead
A new 'vague scribble' for you all; a short-short story this time; watching the classic George Romero zombie movies over the weekend set me thinking- apart from some vague hints in 'Night of the living dead' it has never been explained in canon just WHERE this virus came from- no copyright infringement intended, this is fan-fiction written for entertainment purposes only...and please, no wars in the comments section-yes, i know it's a story not a poem as such, and fellow fans of the genre may well disagree with my take on this; why not accept the challenge of the pen and write your own genesis story?
The sad life
It is about this weekend and the lives with her family and friends
in the poetry chat room...
It's funny though how nobody talks ill of the departed - aloud, but everybody harbours their own real opinion. funny that huh? peace. the virgosign xx
The show must go on
Come to me all you insulting people. Come and unleash your vitriol I must possess something that fires up your hate And my presence hypes up your excitement You'll never find anything good on my posts Nor can you see anything beneficial i
Friends come and go
Friends come and go
TRUTH ABOUT LIFE
LIFE IS SHORT SMILE WHILE YOU STILL HAVE TEETH
IF I WAS A TREE
All too often I have a moment of clarity concerning the truth that things aren't always what they seem.
Love
Written at a moment’s notice as a comment to "Our Marriage ... Our Joy", just posted on this corner by our fellow poet.
Love allways
This poem is about how people are connected through universal consciousness and how we are all spiritual people in a physical body and how we can have a strong spiritual connection so that when we meet we both feel like we all ready know one another
The Waiting Place…….for people just waiting.
. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is just
Things Given
Just about a new start +- comments welcome
Patience & Love!
Just a thought of my patience and understanding of a part of my life.
Difference between a "TRUE" friend and a "FALSE" f
Difference between a "TRUE" friend and a "FALSE" friend.
Time To Go
just occurred to me while thinking of gargoyles..happy for comments
Fall To Earth
If you should ever find out If you should ever know How I wrote of you long ago Please don't be offended For in my heart love was surely real And I wrote what heaven could feel Waited for the reflection of prayer to fall to earth If you s
ACROSS THE MILES.
This is a true story and 5 months later I'm still around and he has a lovely smile.
Incógnita
This feeling is as deep as the sea that surrounds my emptiness
Sands of time
The sands of time drift about within the wind Feel how it blows softly against the skin Thoughts and feelings are but grains of sand See how they sift gently from the hand Words of love seem to have little meaning but it is the hope of those
THE LITTLE VIOLET
I was thinking of people when I wrote this. I'm a little violet.
The Last Dream
Inspired by Anthony Perkins role in "Phaedra".
The many faces
The many faces from many places What do they say? The lines and wrinkles their eyes seem to twinkle They are always so far away The things they say of themselves are they their own self perception or hidden thoughts of deception? It is sai
Dreams
Dreams are surreal and ubiquitous events.
I would..if I could
I cannot feed multitudes with a few loaves of fishes, but I would if I could I cannot still the tempest with the wave of my hand, but I would if I could I cannot draw great masses with my words, but I would if I could I cannot give back
bowl of sorrows no more
I am so new..Hello new world.. I love you all my friends
life is a gift
I just thought of how beautiful life is, even if most of the time pain and sorrow bring us down...
My angel in the heavens above
its just one i made up a love poem :)
The dream killer
On that day, my son was attending an open day at a University.. and I went walking in town, waiting for him... I sat at a coffee in the heart of a shopping centre... and wrote down my impression of that moment... between advertising on walls, shoppers and sad reality of our "modern" society... Not too sure in what category this fall in... so I went for dark poetry... free verse... The dream killer...