Cuddling
I just love to write poem and trying to write something flirty? ??????
UNDISPUTED CHAMPION
03/02/23 no debate in my mind!! Magic at Birds 93 retirement... on a jersey!
Nonet
Ok Socrates I'll have a go at a nonet!
Viking Gods (Nonet)
Socrates…… another nonet for you!
the Old Age
Nonet A nonet is a nine-line poem. In the nonet form, each line contains specific, descending syllable counts. The first line contains nine syllables, the second line contains eight, and the third line contains seven, and so on. The last line of nonet poetry contains one syllable.
Respect you? Respect me, too.
If you love me, then respect me too.
Might As Well Be
I might as well be a lonely man I might as well be sad and blue I might as well be a lonely man Cause lonely is all I do I might as well be a forgotten man No one thinks of me I might as well be a forgotten man Like someone who was lost at s
Shadows of Frost
Contemplating a definition of a pattern of frost on my back porch window.
Whenever.........
My ex sister in law passed away the other day ...............she was way to young at 40 RIP .........DEE
FLOATING STARS
I love fireflies or lightning bugs as we call them here. I have always loved them since childhood.
love
inspired by love
Which way
Travelling like a bolt of light Faster than the speed of night Like an asteroid, Love knocks you down. Like an arrow in the heart Can't wait to start Love embraced, in pain in vain Like a moth to a flame. Tannyah
King Antonius (Story)
Someone bring me a unicorn too...
A Week at Clare College
I spent a week temping at Clare College, Cambridge, UK, in 2010, and felt transported back through time to envelop its history, its culture, its journey through time and its atmosphere. The result was this poem which I originally set with a photo background of its setting on the river Cam. I hope you like it.
UNDERARM AROMA
I HOPE THIS MESSAGE SINKS IN! OR SHALL WE GO THRU LIFE; WITHOUT A NOSE!
GOD'S CREATIONS
No matter what poems I write God always seems to come to light!
How To Treat Women
Watched a documentary Domestic Violence. One of the more memorable quotes came from a little girl who said, "If my dad dies, I wouldn't cry." The theme seemed to be that there are a lot of guys out there that don't love themselves, because if they did there wouldn't be all this horrible crap done to women.
Familiar face
Mail arrives in my box What a fox! It's you in disguise. To my surprise. Lost in translation As the train goes in motion Is it me your looking for? As I gaze towards the floor I've seen you here before I lose my concentration As I wai
72 Words
College days.
Waiting...
Dark night of the soul
Tempus Fugit
(Time Flies)
As Bones
Stark landscape
Speak to Your Heart
Love is frightening, exhilarating, crazy, wonderful.
POETRY AND PROSE
As a child, growing up, most of the poems I learned at school were of the traditional type. Memorizing and reciting them, which I enjoyed, were part of the learning exercise. Free verse, a modern form of poetry, was a new experience for me. Over the years, I jotted down some of my thoughts on things, especially, on Nature topics. I always considered such writings to be prose. It was only after I learned of free verse, that I saw that they could also be viewed as poetry with a slight variation in the line layout to create a sense of metre. I referred to such writing as poetic prose and labelled some of my earlier poems as such.
To Find love
Searching, searching, searching What am I searching for? Oh yes, to find love! Sleeping, sleeping, sleeping, what am I sleeping for? Oh yes, to rest! Eating, eating, eating, what am I eating for? Oh yes, to stay alive! Praying, praying
Silver whispers
One night I saw a shooting star flashing golden memories wishing for someone beautiful just like you babe Dazzling dreams each night silver trailing thoughts faraway looking at the moon face over and back howling echoes a soulful plea c
Lady Dance
I made a friend this morning. It was small, red, had little black spots and tickled my arm as he or she scurried up and down. And so, the lady bug dance.
My Galaxy Is Yours ......
As the sun sets and the darkness arrives, the galaxy's of the stars well collide, new ones are born and old ones well die, telling the story's night after night the little one's in celestial flight, shadows an dust with a spectrum of gas, planets app
Forever yours
Today, tomorrow, forever yours I'll wait until love endures Over the hill till dawn appears Upon a rock Who cares? Not for the hour Like a budding flower A giver of life That's what you are Love blooms My heart looms Till night s
PINK RIBBON OF COURAGE
My Mom had breast cancer in 1999 and had a mastectomy and survived for 9 more years and passed away from another diagnosis. Also, recently I have had several friends who have been diagnosed and survived. Unfortunately, one of my classmates did not. Wanted to honor them for their the battle they have been through.
God's Melody
At my old church they had a fund drive to repair the old organ. As part of the drive, you could "buy" a stain glass musical note in memory of a loved one that passed away. I "bought" one in memory of my Mom and these notes are displayed in between a glass window in the church with tiny gold plates above the notes with the person's name that the note is in memory of. This inspired me to write this poem.
I wonder
Influenced by a astronomic bionic visitation, Don't tell the pope,
The beach
Yes this little poem was really the first and I got paid a five pound note , Which really was loads then considering when I got it published in the Manchester evening newse at age 9" I wonder did people read it in the morning time, Lol
Chasing. Aerlingus translantic flight
One day I watched a paper plane being made and wished I could make one and fly a real one,
Love Does Not Pretend
Loneliness during times of sickness, you really discover who’s your friend.
Time Leakhole's While-Stop For Thirst-Quenching
I miss someone who can enjoy the sharing experience of staring at the stars. Here in my state in a latin American country, I saw a star the other day, twinkling and streching out its shining arrows while alternating between bright blue, splendorous greenish blue, yellow and a very quick blink of a red glitter. No one to share. It misses hard sometimes.
The lone Poetic voice.
As a lone voice in the wilderness and deemed as unpatriotic to criticize the political war Lords, whose driving force is the weaponry of war supported by propaganda of mis-information, our hands are awash with blood.
Love Lies Bleeding
Love lies bleeding in shades of grey With only the memory of some Distant day Velvet words so soft And sweet End in violence on a Blood soaked street. Emotions crawl insidious in my Fevered brain My madness is insidious I'm in so muc
Baby
I want a baby to hug And snug Am I a mug? No Give me a baby now! I want a baby Not a maybe! Give me a baby now! I want a baby to cradle Not to label Am I not able? Yes Give me a baby now! I want a baby to talk to Change it's nappy
R.O.S.E
R.O.S.E For i am the Shepherd for the people with no leader to grace, this promised land on which i stand chosen by the sealer of fates. No invasion or persuasion by a serpent or snake, the wicked fell the dragons tell is of subduction and hate. T
THE MULCH MAN
IT TAKES 3 THINGS TO MAKE TREES GROW TALL AND STRONG! MULCH, THE LORDS RAINDROPS, AND THE LOVE OF THESE DEDICATED PEOPLE!
The greatest gift I got in life is I
Not claiming this is a poem as I know nothing about poetry. Must say it sounds and looks a bit like a poem so decided to post it here.