Women Are Sacred
In some tribes she is free In some religions She is under man In some societies She’s worth what she consumes. John Trudell
The Child
I saw an ad by Sense which so moved me, they were asking for a one off £3 payment to buy sensory toys, I donated this poem to them to use in any way they felt fit to promote these children and their needs.
Spark of Warmth...
Feeling the one i loved but she is no more.
THE DREAM
A passion of thoughts.
Life Abroad
Oh those never-ending dreams do tease.
Nature is red in tooth and claw
The dulcet tones of birds Can brighten a day As do baby lambs At play. A soft breeze caresses Warm skin Nature can soothe A tempest within. There is great beauty in nature Great ugliness too There are days when nature is vile When the
Loves Dream
When one desires another love the feelings within become so strong that we even imagine a potential lover. This alone tells me that deep inside of me there is more to give another in this span of life.
Yesterday's Gold
Do you remember yesterday's gold A treasure of memories suddenly unfold Where sunset was slow on an old dusty road When anxious summertime arrived with it's glow A car would travel through the neighborhood And on a loud speaker you could hear
MY DARLING DARLING
THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME! AFTER TALKING WITH MY FRIEND STEVE; I CAME UP WITH THIS! I HOPE THIS BRINGS HIM MANY GIRLFRIENDS FOR HE POSSESSES 3 OF THE MOST IMPORTANT GIFTS! HONESTY, SINCERITY, AND A GREAT SENSE OF HUMOUR!
Storrington re-visited.
Storrington a village that derives its name from Saxon times, Stor being the stream running through, and ton a dwelling place. There I spent my childhood,recently I re-visited those bygone haunts, nestling still beneath the Southdowns, this my reflection.
SUNSHINE
Sunshine, life's primordial sustainer Channeling to all, the sun's energy Plant, animal, insect, fish or other Without sunshine, not one of them would be Sunshine can uplift your mood and spirit When you are feeling gloomy and depressed It c
The Cat in the Hat
just a bit on nonsense
Why We Are Here
We as a species are always moving around this planet to better places. We seem to like it warm as the number of Eskimos is far less than the people living near the equator.
Train Whistle Splits /
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0CBzKfvA80
The Keys to Lasting Love.
Re-release for Valentines.
The Feelings of Today
I feel sadness, sorrow, and tears in the depth of my soul today. The emptiness and loneliness of my feelings today makes me feel kind of hurt. Perhaps it is because I hurt someone who had feelings for me. I felt overwhelm by the sight of one wo
the dark was made for the sun
I've seen the good and the bad i've been pretty happy and pretty sad i've hurt and i've cried i've sinned and i've lied the dark was made for the sun to shun there ain't no such thing as a chosen one the strong ignore, criticise and mock
Why Did You Have To Go
Married 8 /17 /1985 lost him 12 -12 -2012 30 years ago Today
Hessian Peel
Will their children cry, when their mother dies. And in the autumn of their lives, will they feel the same? "I see you my sweet Satan. Come back tonight, out of the courtyard." Her longing for me, coming down like hail. Why did you leave me? Come her
Voice Of Treason
The mist is sleeping on the water. And winter is hiding in my heart. Thorns in my eyes are slowing me down. I can't pass through to the other side. She knows I'm the one who sought her. But when we fall, we'll fall so hard. She holds a secret and won
When The World Falls In
When the world falls in, You can deny. When the world falls in, You can grasp at securities, The bricks and mortar, Of belief and self. The castle of safety, The certainness of breath. But when the world falls in, Pride vanishes, And a deep
Fred the Pig
There once was a pig named Fred who sadly it has to be said was a tad overweight and couldn't fit through the gate so spent all his days in his bed.
loneliness
True love
October Mist, November sticks
My poem is about my time of year. My favorite to be exact. I felt so alive writing it as I could feel the time around me before it has arrived.
SIR HOPE
Like every little girl I dreamed of my Knight in shining armor would come and sweep me off my feet.
Cusp Of Eternity
A child of autumn was born into a world of deceit and death and a land of ice. A break of bonds would take her away and install a sense of loss and eternal sorrow. She walks across the country, she holds her head up high in the rain. A mother is scre
The Night And The Silent Water
And so you left us. Jaded and gaunt, some September. Wilted with the seasons. But hidden inside the delusion I saw you eyes, somewhere. Devoid of death. The aura poises amidst (the storm). In solid tears I linger, a parlor glade, moonlit sorrow. Lon
To all ye Poets on this site
Dedicated to you poets in this site who use words to express the beauty of emotion, and the inner peace that it brings.
Wait The Sun
New Zealand leaving winter, towards spring...
MY WORDS
MY HEART VOICE
K me
Not my poem but it's how i feel right now.
TO LOVE.
Conflict... when money is mentioned spreads doubts as does lies....but true love can burn forever....
You! @---{----
I was thinking about someone that I miss dearly.
Enough said...
These few lines were written a few days ago while listening to the news and the way sorrow and misery is portrayed. Each station has it's own agenda and way of expressing the pain that the victims are feeling but with a cold and de-saturated position regardless of how they try to be sincere.
THE OWL
THE OWL IS WISE AND EVER ALERTING US WHEN SOMEONE IS NEAR!
I would still be here
I love my mother Although I'll try not to bother But sometimes I can't breath I wish she would see I pull out my inhaler As she pulls out another She lives it upher lips touch the butt My eyes begin to turn red I wish I would be dead My lung
The Quest
The Quest I wrote this to tell you about my quest To look for a friend, I can call my best You know that person that makes you glow Like the child you were not so long ago The one you know will be your best friend On her you know you can always
Separation Syndrome
I wrote a lot of poems for past GFs and finally got married a few years back. I was going through all my poems one day and realized I stopped writing just before I met my wife. So I decided to write this one for her. Unfortunately, we separated last May, but the feelings are still present in this poem as well as the rest I wrote. Hope you enjoy this simple poem.
Tears Denied
My teenage years were dark and morbid. I wrote a lot of dark simple poems. I think most of my poems are self explanatory.
Love Elapsed
A "wishing you were here" type of love poem.
Tender Loving Kiss
The sun is shining and its nice and warm. I'm thinking of you, thinking of you every waking moment. I'd dream about you if I could control my dreams. While I sit here and sip my tea, I envision us drinking tea together, talking, loving one anothe
Automatic Peril
Lost in a land - all alone - far from home. Nowhere to go - no place to hide. So little truth and too many lies. Violence and greed and religious beliefs. Murder and crime and circumcision - the babies bleed. War and hunger - lust in love.