True Love
I wrote this for my ex-girlfriend called Sarah Williams... She is my every thing.. for my bad luck she had a brain tumor... She get through from that but her parents not let me to talk with her again... After Staying five years with her i learn what is true love... She is my princess still even i know, I will never have her for my own.. her words ... her smile i still hear and see in inside my soul... I hope she is fine where ever she is... I still love you my baby.. miss you... This is for you... I wrote this from less time.. i just saw you from my soul and wrote this... !!!!
A Captain And His Queen
He set sail for the royal port, Upon Caribbean seas... Her comely face his attention caught And the sails filled with breeze, No pirate was he, But a gentleman captain In search of his destiny... A sickled moon prepared to thrust Through an
HE TOOK THE WHEEL
caught in a slide heading head on towards a truck.
Pierdut In Suferinta (Anguish Of Oblivion)
I've often wondered what it feels like to be a poet. Does any one remember? Does it make any difference? The translation is not literal; I want to capture the romantic sensibility of the poet's feelings of insignificance and the futility of gaining acknowledgment by the world. This particular poem came from someone who became famous only after his death. Consider whether Mihai Eminescu's pessimism is truly warranted in view of how he is highly regarded by posterity.
WORDS
Little symbols funny shapes crafted and moved also by a pen or fingers on thee keyboard. The things we write. Must admit somethings wrote were misunderstood. Well how do some have ease and natural talent. Some just got it,some havent. E
America's Got Talent..........
Just caught this fella and was amazed and overwhelmed by his story and his voice as was everyone else...........FD i salute you..........
Jerusalem
Jerusalem, luminous city of prophets, Shortest path between heaven and earth ! *** Jerusalem, you of the myriad minarets, become a beaut
~So~
It is what it is and it seems to become greater as the clock ticks. I know many of you who read this reach down and do find you have the courage to step out, yet you can't, be it for fear of? Am I wrong, tell me so please.
GOD CRIES OUT
A dream i have had over the past 3 months. I feel it is an answer to my prayers about my path GOD has for me.
Wishful Thinking
Written in April, many years ago.
Lost Love
I get lost sometimes...
Thinking of you
Gives me a headache just thinking about it...
Missed Kisses
It's a bit of wordplay again.
The Scare
You really never know what will happen next. Whatever the problems we have with friends and family, deep down, we love them.
Genuine
I wrote this poem as an expression of how I one day hope to feel about that perfect woman.
Cold Sunrise
Hi everyone.....Thought it was about time I came back to write a bit....just wish that this weeks circumstances had been different....Lest we forget though, 99.9% of religous followers are gentle and peace loving and the same percentage of political followers will argue things in a reasoned way. Unfortunately there will always be a very small minority that feel that they have to resort to violence to get their point or belief across.....Andrew...xxx
Back to the Future
It's amazing that I've been so inspired to write poetry lately when I'm in such a hurry to get artwork done lol But have been watching Jane Austen movies lately... Compared to how screwed up love was back then, when all that mattered in the most part, was a man or woman's fortune... While today is the way they look, and how skinny they've become, or how emptily famous. We haven't changed, not really. I'd love if all went back before fame, fortune and air brushed playboy models made impressions on our world wide cultures... I'd like to go back there, when a man would look at a woman and simply love. Not because she had money or could fit into a size 2, but because she was simply...herself. And vice versa...so I've decided not to let myself accept anything less.
Frozen Howl
Inside a knowledge turning cogs on this wheel born from the darkness a heart rules supreme fear in one wish looking towards tunnel light love All that will remain when all turns to dust threads of life dance kneeling weak alone humble and meek fi
Hope, Strength & Love
Although this poem can be applied to MANY situations and conditions in life, it was written for a spina bifida awareness group at the request of my aunt.
A Night at the Casino
The life of a gambling couple.
Poet To Poet
Poet to Poet Sleep evades/ So many questions/ So few answers/ The gift is to the giver, and comes back most to him--it cannot fail. --Walt Whitman Dearest Poet, Something out of nothing. Nothing so wondrous as
silence
Silence Surounds the inner ear Infection bites Loud and clear Torn the Membrain Flaps in the air Air blasts and whales Deep down The ear Vibration gone Sound no more Air whistles its only tune Where once sound Was its tune N
BEFORE!............
It seems to be a neverending cycle since the very first buildings of one settlement being demolished so the next can be built and it still goes on today.....Progress they call it....Andrew...xxx
Love Is Like Lightning
You Feel It Too Strike Where It May Nothing We Can Do
Candy Horse Vs. Dark Kid
Liam gets 100 percent credit for this. He is so creative, and contributed most to this short effort. Thank you Liam for this highly enjoyable collaboration.
Philophobia
This poem was inspired by those who fear love not for what it brought but rather what it left them with.
Black Sunrise
When even the heat of the sun cannot warm my cold heart...
Poet to Poet 1/14/15
Poet to Poet early morning/ darkness/ Poet, old bag of bones upside down, what are you searching for in poetry, in meditation? the mother you never had? the c
The 3 L's
For Deanna...........my ex's younger sister a very ill girl ....too young to be knocking........
Burning Bridges
Sometimes a thought or emotion which only last a few minutes can prompt an action with permanent results. Guilt, loneliness, sorrow, fear, hate, anger... These can push us down a path we would otherwise never follow.
Love - This is Meditation
WE ask, Does Love have any particular direction? We do not know, and so we want to find out. What we do know is that, Desires, Lusts or Cravings Have a direction. For there is an Object that be the Cause. And there is a strife to achieve. The Cau
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leaf of hearts and loves the silver ribbon of the moon wound like a river through the story of my days her face but a waning sliver on the tide reflecting a different side of these dreams a pebble cast by no mortal hand
What I Want
This was written for those who know the true meaning of love, those who use their hands for holding instead of hitting and those whose loyalty is so great that there is no substitute for their significant other.
Eternity
There lies a portal deep beneath the silent sands of time, an entrance to life's journeys with some reason, little rhyme. It reappears and disappears, it waxes and it wanes. It contemplates and correlates the common and insane. Some seconds
Lovin' From You
I wrote this little song many years ago, it's always been a favorite.
Meant to Be
Wrote this song about someone I know, sort of made it up as I wrote. I like the story line.
Cold Dark Night
I joined a songwriters group once, the first night we were given a short assignment to write a song including the lines "cold dark night" and "pale crescent moon". We were supposed to write one verse, but I wrote this out on the spot. Didn't even know I could do that.
Angel of The Night
What if our soulmate is far away?
KEEPING THE FAITH
My heart is tearing apart as i cry out in pain begging for some relief. I did not know i would end up here at this moment or time in my life. I want only to provide for you. I do not want you to feel my pain. I drop to my knees crying out
Mathematical Love
Yesterday night,I sketch the line between love & hate, As I teach in algebra in college days.. Each of them located at a boundless end. Love is a maze, a unfathomable line. If love is inauspiciously intersected by hate And in fact, requires no m
Words Of The Heart
Letting my mind wonder a bit of lost childhood crushes we never expressed