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.
My True Name
As long as it gets you to where you want to go and back, there should be no need to complain. Unless your a stupid little spoiled brat and you want it no other way. In that case, perhaps it's not your fault and your parents are to blame. Giving y
Alone and Lonely
A short poem I wrote after I got dumped by a past GF.
ANESTHESIA
One day soon there will be a feeling. Of partial loss and constant stealing. One day late it will have no reason. To be its self without even being. Even after the constant laughter. The humiliation grows even louder. Total loss of the sense of
WOULD YOU SHED A TEAR? (part 1)
would you shed a tear for that 3 legged puppy? or maybe a tear for that rich diseased infested yuppy? how about a would be mother's dead baby? or the poor little girl's pet that has rabies? would you shed a tear? would you shed a tear for a wi
WOULD YOU SHED A TEAR? (part 2)
would you shed a tear for our global pollution? or maybe a tear for that mad man in an institution? how about a victim's pig brutality? or the world's obsessive desire to chop trees? would you shed a tear? would you shed a tear for homophobe's
WOULD YOU SHED A TEAR? (part 3)
would you shed a tear for the hole in our atmosphere? or maybe a tear for that minimum wage job no career? how about a stain in your carpet from the wine? or a seeing eye dog's shit below the foot of the blind? would you shed a tear? would you
Dreams
opening my eyes from a long deep sleep falling back to blackness where i want to be listening for that voice which controls my every choice lost and wary i take another step towards everlasting - belief opening my eyes from a darkness so blind l
Anorexic Anxiety
it's you who needs a clue. to be able to eat and chew. able to swallow and grow. create an appetite to blow. able to be concerned. of what you know and what you learned. it's not a question of why? this problem is all in the mind. it's me w
You Are My Everything
if there were a day i could say the way i truly feel inside. then, that day - could i say? having love, when separate minds collide. emotions are over coming, when you love someone so loving. are these real? will they last? i want to know, of cour
Negative Everything
the world it suffers as it turns to face the sun. light and heat warms up the death and the living ones. dark filled hearts want to kill as they turn from cops to run. cross fire everywhere they're hit now falls their guns. die because you will
Hate Us
fighting the world and all its glory. wishing for the living to tell a true story. hoping for the dead to live once again. living for the dying is nothing but a sin. what is the reason for them all to live? are they able to vouch in what they wa
Duffer Dudgeon
destroy the living for the dying. the happy people are still crying. hearing forgiving fibbers lying. watching forgotten people dying. helpless as we are, we're still trying. secret happenings they're still hiding. darkness through blackness, i
Lasting Moments
My first try at writing a poem when I was about 12 years of age. Typed out on a really old typewriter, only found this recently. What was going through my head at that age, have two other poems on the same sheet. Thought this will either make the real poets smile or cry!
CHANSON D'AMOUR
One of the poems written when I was 12 years of age. Cringe, cringe and I haven't even improved!!
Dreams
Just wishing everyone could share in the abundance that only a few seem to have while the rest have to get by.
No Need For Words
"Love is when you look into your loved one's eyes and go all the way into their soul, and you both know... instantly."
Silly Nana
Yup,my silly nana,dear departed, I smile. xxxx
Credence
Deserted again. You speak to me through the shadows. Walking in closed rooms, using cold words. Captured by the night. The yearning escapes from my embrace. Strange silhouettes whisper your thoughts, scream your sadness. And they all turned awa
winter decends
From light of day Dusk desends From heat of sun The cold night air descends The warmth of day The chill of night Air tingle s The damp cold air holds one With chilled talens Sraths The bodies sences Desends the bodies core The e
Youth is Wasted on the Young
Youth is wasted on the young, they treat it like some foul smelling dung. Instead of embracing their moment in time, they play computer games, it's such a crime. Back in my youth, we would be out all day, cycling, climbing, among the fray. Pl
Sacrology
This poem is about learning to astral project and becoming a HappyDeadSoul. (capitolization and missing spaces in last 3 words is intentional...It's the name of my band)
BLUE
The color blue Can make you sad and blue The color blue Can make you feel brand new The color blue can sooth you The color blue Is a beautiful jewel The color blue Makes the most beautiful eyes The color blue Is beautiful in the s
Someday
Whenever i remember Two or three years ago I didn't know you I don't even care for you Then suddenly destiny moves away Each day passed we got closer We talked, we chat, we laughed, we cried Each day we're in love I wish time flows I
Lament for a Soldier and his Love.
Passchendale, much written in heroic terms, yet that wee bit 'o' hill, witnessed carnage unimaginable, for little gain. There in its museum, shines an inscription which reads, 'The thought that Jock died for his country is of no comfort to me, his memory is all I have left to Love. John Low's fiancee, 10th Jan 1918. Such sadness, such waste inspired this poem.
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songs on the moon for love like tides in the days they fall making seasons on a wall from which the flowers grow for this is the same sand upon which are ancestors one wept
Mood
Inspired from bitter experience, I'd like to think it'll help give someone a fresh perspective...
Love's Labour's Lost
Yes a borrowed title but an original poem.
Tears of Happiness!
A thought of happiness
There was a lad from Rosmuc!
A father deserting and a daughter's forgiveness and understanding Making her father_s land her land
Burnt
Sorry not good at poetry.
Michael Jackson's Birthday
Watched a documentary on Michael Jackson and just am still in awe of his contribution to music and dance. He will truly never die as his music lives on forever.
CHOICE
Poetry like art......the painted kind, we have to decide what we like or dislike.... it's a personal journey......towards personal enjoyment....
A Loner.
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Spreading the Word
So you contend what I say an do is true, With your infinity of misinterpretation of visions that you see, for my stories of documentation are portray for all my sister an brothers of the world do not be forsaken or fooled ,The task laid out for the j
Presence Of War ......
as the blood flows with fire against fire, Cry's of retribution fill the air ready or not pain will be shared, Cold steal put through the hearts of men. officers an Generals shall be put to bed .Carried on by a Dispirited hunger of total destruction
long awaits my love
itz about a soldier remembering her wife and the love he has for her
Far Away
Far away the thought of you I can barely see you now Far away the love I knew I can barely feel you now Some goodbye's take so long The heart is slow ever slow Far away the years have gone I can barely say I love you so Did you ever know
Kryptonite Of Time
I once had the potential to be superman When I was young when I was young Fast came the kryptonite of time and then I got stung I got stung My hair turned gray and fell away Tired and forgetful became everyday Once I was I but now I'm me To
Don't Worry, Be Happy
The Great Kiskadee (Pitangus Sulpharatus) is indigenous to Central and South America, the Caribbean and Southern Texas. I have added two more videos. One actually shows a kiskadee in action singing his song. The other gives an audio of one kiskadee calling and another kiskadee answering.