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It really does'nt matter if you are HURT because i still have time to patch it up.. i still have strength to make you happy.. i still have talent to make you smile.. i still have sweet-power to bring you back.. LOVE teaches us a LOT in many
its not good to think , our life will be nothing if some one leaves us.if any body think so, its foolishness. bcuz others cannot change our life, but we can only do...
just a bit on nonsense
~ Are you seeking the one for you ~ Your prince charming
It's best she doesn't love me It's best she doesn't care Cause I'll never be rich and famous Not even debonair It's best she doesn't talk to me And look at me with her blue eyes Cause if she did I'd keep falling in love with her It's best I
Just saying... 10/18/18 twk 10/19/21 rearranged
It would seem that I have been away for a while
unrhymed couplets
Most children touch fire once... Learning to never touch it again... Some children seem to forget the pain... Touching the hot coals again.... A few children seem to never learn... Constantly getting themselves burned... But one child knows no
What is that sound beneath my bed Or is it something that’s in my head The sound of claws upon the wall Footsteps that echo down the hall The scuttling sound upon the floor The persistent banging on the door A silent scream that’s barely
All age are obedient to love, Any villages, cities, She lived the millennia And with us will always live! While we are alive, feelings will be, To give us happiness again
Just a little ditty for kids
Kindred spirits … It is a lot of them on light? How to pull out happy that ticket, That to meet a kindred spirit in life, Wandering still in a haze? Around there is a lot o
Summer always seems the shortest season to me.
It's everywhere !
Crawling around on the dirt, other critters do it, so it won't hurt. My Stomach spread on the floor, so much to see, its Never a bore. a mouse Scurries up and started to squeak I listened, then i tried to speak. It nodded back and hugged
Having fun with some dark poetry
a poem I just thought of, amidst the heinous acts committed in Paris Thanks all for your read.
My father always saw me as a useless daydreamer.. last year he commented on a picture on my Facebook by saying "are you still dreaming!" This was my answer to his question.. unfortunately he doesn't speak English.. so he'll never know what I dream about!!! ??
Looking west after locking up at work .................along the dirt road and further .........very much further ........
A zigsaw poem? and just wondering how the pieces-the phrases might fit together. Believe there is a central theme here. If we turn it upside down........
Reaching beyond the miles In search of something more than smiles To find a connection More than words can express Something unwritten Far from a feeling, a knowing Taking an online spark into reality Is what we all seek But geography bui
And night after night; that tauntress, she comes Creeps into your head, and she pulses and moans She treks ‘cross your skin, you can feel her trail While she touches you gently, every mound; every vale You lose all control, and try as you mig
The pain … I think … I can no longer take it It bores into me, through my skull, into my brain And from there it spreads outwards, like a wave Burning every fibre of my being, leaving desolation I was not always like this, at some time normal
A poem dedicated to writers in voices of different forms/genres. Of the styles to chose from- chant seems the most close to my poem’s style but that doesn’t quiet nail it for me. Any thoughts on this?
In honor of a world we once knew which will disappear because of our indifference and nonchalance. It's easier to accept defeat especially for those who are weak.
The title ‘Water Without Judgement’ popped into my head and it stuck. Huh? What could that mean? Wrote this about 30 years ago and I still wonder. Think I was reading Will Durant’s ‘Story of Philosophy’ at the time. So this book and other works of different philosophers brought my writing of poetry often to take on a philosophical bent.
A contrast of colours due to dry winter and the farmers wartering the new crops as I make my way back to this special place ................each time I come here I discover something different and this is only on the way .......... I am so blessed
I should clean you more often, so i hear From the bugs that came out from there, last year. I should care and tidy, what others don't Got, I should keep maintaining my fire, so it stays hot. It should be kept spotless, and not a flaw. Cause,
Taking the day off from work to go to a parade and homecoming football game for the college here in Platteville tomarrow.
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Tis Love in Bloom! Have you been there?
I came through your town at a different time of the day It was getting late darkness was just a stones throw away And God seemed so close to me his spirit was revealing Through fading clouds a flickering star in the sky I noticed your Wednesda
Just wish I could be like the guys that seem to have women drooling all over them no matter how badly they treat them. I look at my upbringing and wonder why I wasn't taught to be a bad boy type. They get the girls and no matter what women tell you nice guys not only finish last... They aren't even allowed in the race.
This poem is about a guy who likes a girl but doesn't have the courage to talk to her. I've been looking for that someone for quiet a while now. Tell you the truth that poem just came out. I'm really surprised that I wrote it at all..hope you like it
Written for a girlfriend a few years ago, expressions and impressions of our most passionate moments
Written for a girlfriend a few years ago, expressions and impressions of our most passionate moments
I like my cousins they all like me They're the best cousins that ever could be They've all got medals for good behavior And they are humble naturally They're all good lookin' with hearts of gold And talk of bravery there's none so bold The
Hello friends and strangers Been a long time since we met Hello friends and strangers How many memories did we forget Now when we hear laughter It doesn't sound near as loud I use to be part of the family Now I'm just part of the crowd Oh
Love for life ? Dream or reality ? I would say possibility.. but how long ? Forever has a date.. so as long as possible.
Life ain't right sometimes. In spite of our attempts to cope we can't seem to iron out all the wrinkles. We seem paused (stuck!) in a terrible place where our dreams appear gone forever and all we focus on is our problems, past, present, and future.
I was asked what is the most powerful...love or like? Surely they are usually linked?
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