Death's Opus
Here, On the other side of the page where lost days go, where lost poems go, where forgotten dreams are breaking up like morning fog. Go..... Go..... Go..... I am preparing myself for
A Kiss Divine.
Another from the Vampire Love series. Being what they are they aren't just for Halloween really. Good thing about Vampires, they are forever.
Being Alive Will Always Have A Price
f*ck I wish I would just f*cking die I can't do shit so instead I just cry. I'm nothing but a mother f*cking burden I wish my family could forget about me like when you drink a whole bottle of bourbon. My heart is hurting and bleeding wishing someone
Savannah Night
There was an uneasy feeling that night on the savannah. The creatures were jumpy as they huddled and grazed. Startling at each new sound, one stamps its foot and the vast herd flees, from what they are unsure. The lions creep through the long g
I'M FALLING
A LOVE AFFAIR WITH LIFE!
time
Time is a rule, maybe a ruler, don't be fool, school, cool
From Louisiana
For my baby Cammy...
LOVE.....I got my first sight
FINISHED for my daughter McKenna who is three weeks old.
forgiveness
Now i live in the belly of the beast. I pray to the almighty my pain to cease. A shining light is all it takes, to loosen my chains im afraid they'll never break. A friend on deathrow in america sent me this. End capital punishment Wants a pen frie
What does it take to be a Poet?
Today someone asked me "what does it take to be a poet?" & I, feeling flippant, (because I am wearing an 18th century dress & think myself in love), answer: "determination, talent, & the desire to have your soul torn out &
Testament of?
This poets declares she has given up on love, do all posts create this thing called love in their minds, in their heart, do poets fall harder?
suicidal sanctuary
Have i lost all of my senses Am i alive am i dead These memories have scarred my head, Do I know how I am going to go, Do I find myself looking away, Just to see if anything will take place today, How lost am i?. Do I know, I feel like an a
He has Returned....
The man under my bed has been there for years. The man who waits for my floating bare feet. The man who is silent as dustballs riding the darkness. The man whose breath is the breathing of small white butterflies. The man whose breath I hear whe
The Gods
It was then and only then that panic seized me...alone, I could have endured it-- but the madness of my heart would doom me, that much i knew. With one fal swoop (surely the only one fate would grant me) Now I live my life like a warrior. On the
Flame of Kindness (s/c)
REPOSTING for author christian
Beware, Beware
Everywhere I go I am reminded as to what is coming up
Apple once bitten desire
6/7 syllable count
Maple Old
Just a song from the olden times we used to like very much, just a lyrical melody touching strings of heart, a nostalgia for the magic of spring, for the magic of Love. Everybody has some very good things to remember. You can follow the lines in English, while enjoying the music. The song is performed by Maya Kristalinskaya, now long gone - a beloved singer of those times.
A Rambling
something I wrote one night when I was half way between feeling lost and disillusioned ......
I've never titled it
again just another rambling from when I was angry and hurting
light
The light in some can be so bright,others seem to struggle for space to receive the light,nature has its own that shows the different settings of light,as i sit quiet with the history that is mine from the darkness towards the light i see that is my
Demons Among Us
Parody of Angels Among Us by Alabama. Reminds me of quite a few people I have encountered in my life.
LOVE
DONT KNOW IF I AM A POET ,CANT SPEEL WELL ,OR EVEN KNOW ABOUT POEMS , BUT THINGS COME INTO HEAD AND I JUST SAY IT ,THANK YOU
LIFE
CRAZY
silly
sitting on the loo
Family
To a wonderful group of people here on CS, the poets and poetesses.
Chocolate desire
Cammy baby...
The dance
Not many women can stoke My souls passion Yet her voice echoed from a far Country whispering midnight Fantasies Her skin against the tropical sun Was pastel black to my weary eyes I do not know the sorrows of her Heart, yet I yearn to offer h
hot flame
Blue Bright flame Hot to touch Flickers Dancing hot Burns strips of yellow white Heat radiate Belows and glows Heat projects Envelopes the space Hot blue flames Burns safe protected from black poisonus soot Permiates the oven s
Lightning
The lightning cleft the sky apart turning momentarily night to day. Enormous forks cleaving the heavens whilst sheets scatter the clouds. Uprooting trees as it strikes and setting some on fire to blaze away. While animals and birds cower tu
Numa
For my Native American friend, whom I will love forever for the love and help she offered during a very difficult time in my life.
Feels Like Halloween
Moon peeking through the clouds To see what's happening below Ghouls and goblins roam around And rotting mummies move so slow Witches with their brooms zoom around While ghostly specters haunt The living dead along streets shuffle Their ghas
blinded by an illusion
take the responsibility bombing naked people backto Stone Age the responsibility is mine to rebuild your home or hospital schools to show them I did not want to bomb you but I was scared of youtreat others differently and the way I treat myself I am
The Wind
When it left the Artic it was as a wild angry wind that stormed its way across the ice bound Artic ocean. Blowing the snow clad icebergs and whipping up the ocean. As it crossed Alaska and into Canada it had gentled now it played games with leave
As Evening Fades The Day
As evening fades the day I remember clouds near the sun Slowly sailing by With one last hello and one last goodbye This moment brings a spell I linger while I can with a thought I long to tell For someone made evening fade the day With the w
Clouded
I wrote this poem when I was in a very depressed state of mind. I feel like I need to write this to try and let some of my stress out. I call it clouded because my thoughts at the time were clouded.
A poem abour reality
100 stories a4d o4e good memory. 8ugs. :) lol
Our Anthem
As we descend into humanity from which dreams never escape but, where religion is born (so they say) and wonder in a voice that has become our anthem; If tomorrow fails to come, what does it all mean, poet? What will become
Dear Ann
Can you believe your death gave birth to me? Live or die, you said insistently. you chose the second & the first chose me. I mourn you. Is love the sugarcoated poison that gets us in the end? We spoke of men as often as poems, We
Dreams
There is a yellow house in the country in whose garden the nightingale still sings Though the poet is dead, the bird who sang of death returns with melodies, on easeful wings. A lock of hair the many colors of a rainbow, the poet's love receiv
In my Dreams
It seems like ive been sleeping.... For a thousand years, Without a Love... Without a Thought.. Without a Voice.... Without a Soul....; Dear God, Ive tried my best but if today i lose my hope; Please tell me that my plans are better than
Haley
20 years since I last saw her