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once for the moon or twice in June because we love to soon or not at all and leave these scribbles upon the wall
Welcome..............
My wife asked me to write something for her world harmony day ....I hope she approves
Dead love
My heart is getting cold, My tongue taste very bitter, How can I feel love? When I'm empty inside. Truth to be told, Hard to keep happiness, I cannot smile or cry, When love is just a dream. Living Like a movie, Neither romance nor a sto
Girl Goodbye
Praying say I but no answer came Praying say I girl goodbye You won't be mentioned never again say your name Praying say I girl goodbye but goodbye doesn't put out the flame May your years be blessed and your joy be great Should a time come wh
Love...
What is love Baby don't hurt me no more I love you You love me Stay with me Hug and kiss me More and more.
Grab the horns baby
Borne of my mantra for the depressed. "I am a good person, I try the very best I can. Everyone else can kiss my a**". Thus a seemly mission statement.
Halls of Poet's Corner
For the newbies and also the comrades ...
Promise
I promise I am wishing you each a great weekend. Hugz, Pink.
on death
When somebody you love dies,it just makes you feel so alone inside. Like there is this weight pushing you down and even though you have to keep moving it's not the same.As you begin to come to terms with it,you see that it is not about you or how you
time
time is a prodigy who enjoys the pink sandhills playgroung
Hidden ( my 1st try at a story poem )
This was just my try at a story poem. I hope you enjoy. Thanks!
Bye Bye Bernie
A parody of the Everly Brothers Bye Bye Love. Hillary seems to have it in the bag and Trump seems to be there to help her.
CADA MOMENTO..
Cita de mis archivos.
Love Goddess!
Love Goddess She reclined upon her silken sheets of love Her heart beat with wild anticipation as she dreamed her lover gently touched her breasts With head thrown back and eyes closed she entered into paradise alive at last, dreaming of his
Plowing
I woke up with neighbor on my mind and wet spot on my sheet, so I wrote this poem for him.
Wanting you!
Fantasy Wanting You!
I Miss you
Dedicated to someone very special.
Of Poetry in the "First Person".
"I" hope the "fun police" never confiscate my "poetic license!"
Partner of Pesticides
I will leave my peoms on his door step, one courageous day.
SILENT CLUES.....
can love be rekindled
A Defiance to Old Age
Thou shalt not rob me,thievish Time, Of all my blessings or my joy; I have some jewels in my heart Which thou art powerless to destroy. Thou mayest denude my arm or strength, And leave my temples seamed and bare; Deprive mine eyes of passion's light,
Stuff
This Poem Is Good.. Good For Body.. Good For Heart.. Good For Mind.
If Only..........
I have often wondered how old people have developed into the person they are physically..........different postures for different types of work.....and if they would change their past if they knew what lay ahead.........just a thought
Can A Prayer Travel That Far
Can a prayer travel to the ends of the earth And find the one I'm looking for Can a prayer travel that far And back to me to let me know where you are I'm not looking for magic that's not real I know what I feel and I'm down on my knees Upon
BLINK
In an instantaneous moment, Nothing recognizable exists. The before and after, Separate. No glimpse of connection, Everything bright, the past forgotten. Anything is possible with you.
Vokzal
Vokzal is a railway station in Russian. Performed by Russian singer and actress Yekaterina Guseva. The music is all important here. I translated lyrics in case you get interested in what Yekaterina is singing about. It's all about parting - the same old sad story. I am sure all of us know well the bitterness of it. No bitter partings and good luck in love, dear poets!
Happy Birthday CS
I was on this site since 2011 and I have met so many on here both in virtual and real life. Love found me here and has provided me so much fun and joys as well as tears that went along with it. But all in all, it is a wonderful place and have met so many friends and continue on meeting so many good people on here. Thanks again CS
Just Shadows
shadows dark and dull, with a grey sky in winter....
Cow Preacher
I saw many cows on my way to Lancaster this morning. Just wondering what would they say if they could.
revisited.........
been awhile since i passed this way.........
FREEDOM STAR
reassurance ...gift in the sky
Hurts
The poem says everything
The love we need
Sometimes we need to trust love to guide us home
Fear of the Dark
Fear not,,....
Single tastes like Cloves
Zap and undeniable hot but the class by themselves is bug repellent Same could be said of several seasons & spice nutmeg or cinnamon paprika, coriander, and even iconic mint Stand-alone delicacies they are not rather to join in combinat
The Artist
A good friend asked me recently to teach her poetry. Rather she was serious or not I really didn't know what to say, so I quoted her something from Robert Frost which I also opened this verse with. Plutarch said " Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks " I dont consider myself a poet, just some guy who uses his pen as a paddle and the currents as my guide. What is poetry to you ?.. Cheers
Good bye to you
It's just not meant to be This I can finally see Your heart will never belong to me I'm going to just set myself free I never thought i would flee I think she really likes thee We never got a fair chance I will dance this dance alone I'm
Girl Falling from Grace
I see you girl - in the corner of this pub I see the sorrow in your downcast eyes, I see you nod your head - as now a drug - Holds you close with its deceit and bitter lies. The air around you cloyed - as in a fug - The glasses on your table st
The Birds They Are-A-Chirpin'
Wu?u? is the Islamic procedure for washing parts of the body (hands, mouth, nostrils, arms, head, feet) using water, typically in preparation for formal prayers.
The Birds They Are-A-Chirpin'
Wudu is the Islamic procedure for washing parts of the body (hands, mouth, nostrils, arms, head, feet) using water, typically in preparation for formal prayers.
A poetry tale ...
This is like a Reunion for our friends who have come back to the Sanctuary aka Poetry corner and it's a good feeling too
To a Miser
All your life - you've heaped up all your gold; - You think you've got some substance in this world? Though surely - you must know - that its a shame - When history - will soon forget your name. All your hours - you've hard pinched ever