Dark Attractions
Wrapped up, so consumed; by the memories of those words; The Silence, the Solitude, were mere shadows of her hurts; Never again she told herself, will I feel this wretched pain, Vulnerable, heavy laden her heart forever betrayed,
MY CHILD MY LOVELY CHILD
THIS WAS "COMMUNICATED" TO ME AT A VERRY CRUCIAL TIME IN MY LIFE IN 2011 IN B.C. & THIS COMES FROM THE REALM BEYOND TIME & IS PROOF THAT THERE IS SOMEONE WITH THEIR EYE ON EACH & EVERY LIVING BEING & SOMEONE IS DEFINETLY "ATTENDING THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNLEL !!!" HADIT - NUIT HERU-RA-HA ABRAHADABRA THELEMA MAAT FIAT ENTHRONED ! THINK ILL OF NONE BECAUSE THIS THE LAW OF ONE LOVE IS THE LAW !!!
no shoulder to cry on
Feeling sad
Missed Kisses
It's a bit of wordplay again.
Hippie Me By Paul David Powers
People spend all their lives trying to run away from who and what they are. Just to find in the end that what they were is WHO they are as a person! I am a 60's hippie not with the long hair like I once had, but in spirit! And the woman I seek for this last journey is a Free Spirit Hippie Chick! If I have to give a definition of what a chick is outside of the bird reference, you're not going to understand. I think that the word today is simplicity! If you understand that are lives regional and not overseas. Contact me! Paul 240-522-6793
Lost Never To Be Found
Straight from my heart. Prayers please. Due for another surgery next week. Thanks. Bless u.
WONDERFUL SIGHT
taking nature for granted....
Its over
Someone so familiar just to be around, But the silence between us deafens every other sound. Courteous pleasantries so obviously fake, Were dancing around each other performing a silent swan lake. I dont know anymore if it was me or you, Bot
The angel forgotten
Im that little kid living in the street . begging for your change cuz I've had nothing to eat, you look at me with pity and I returned your look with trust . I watch you turn and walk away judge me if you must, you'll go on with your life and I'll re
Clouds
It's about a person challenging and managing a mental illness not myself I may add,
Waiting for the trumpet call
Sheltering from the sun in the shade of a long forgotten desert tree. The tempestuous mirage before me, an angry ancient sea. I watch as man and beast storm across its waters, leaving ripples in the sand. A lion yawns and pants behind me, a new
Who can say?
Evening thought.. Cafe
Leaping Frogs
So you become the added poem To reach the stilted maneuvered created crafted sway of paths that can only leave a non reason to full or drill down to your words what crap you do sigh light the world of task that leaves no flex of joy y
Diary of a tormented mind
May 20th - Drifting through a Dante'ian vision of hell just to fetch a loaf of bread Glimpsing the tormented souls of the living who've no idea they are already dead I'd already spoken with the angels while the words of the prophets echoed off t
'ANTICIPATION'
"It is sometimes very difficult to love that special someone ~ and yet not be able to be with them all of the time."
Believe
Faith moves mountains
Goodbye summer
Goodbye Summer Fading warmth of late summer sun beams refract through the looking glass, dust particles dance within celestial lights The leaves of a willow tree listen to the sorrowful viaticum of the last summer breeze, a thousand butterflies
A dedication to our beautiful Bloggers
A virtual paradise where we meet To tempt to tease, be naughty and sweet Our escape from reality A place where we grow To share our thoughts And challenge what we know Tens of thousand we search For Love Ranges far and wide Across the Wil
THE RHINO
ITS SO SAD TO SEE THEM DISAPPEAR AND IM CRYING AS I WRITE THIS POEM!
A Stone Wall
Spring in the New England woods
The Man Who Never Smiled:..Epilogue
Epilogue, but this time fiction as I'm still alive and kicking. For our international friends "swaggie"short for swagman, a person who walked the roads seeking work carrying his meagre belongings tied to a stick and wrapped in a piece of cloth which also doubled as a blanket. His "swag". Similar in many ways to a tramp.
My Impossible Dream
I wrote this for a very special CS lady, who, unfortunately is on the other side of the world so at the moment it really is an impossible dream. It is up to me to make the impossible happen! Will I succeed? Only time will tell.
Dark Rainbows
An unusual event.....
coffee
- you just like a coffee - - seems dark but you open my eyes - - say i dont want it - - and i am addicted to you -
The Want of you!
Wanting ~~
Dustbin
Just a little rhyme I made up as I was feeding scraps to the birds .
Better off single
Cheating men
LADY IN WHITE
I bought a print of this old picture by Charles C. Curran dated 1913 this past week and it inspired me to write a poem about it.
Banksia (one night stand)
* "on the piss" = Australian colloquialism for drinking. ** Banksia = inner South West suburb of Sydney. (Be honest - we've nearly all been there). Thanks for all your reads
As Ancient as Macintosh
A bard as Ancient as Macintosh... The night wears a satin black, with countless poker dots diamonds, And in the morning sky, change into a silky gold, with fluffy laces of milky pearls, I once summoned a frighten toad, to fight a dancing
All my Life
All my life I've waited I've yearned and I've watched, For a love to call my own, for your kind and gentle touch For the greatness of forever, and the hope of what could be For the unspoken promise of a love that sets me free All my life I've
Paradise
The richest gift is the natural beauty which envelops us....
Tell Me!
Ah! The shoulder of love to be shared with the right one!
awkward silence
I put the car in gear released the clutch and drove hard into the night and fog a blunt man a complicated woman and an uncomplicated dog and towns as impressionist paintings passed fast against forest tree and log a blunt
eyes with no love
he who has never seen,nor felt love.
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
The Hot Air Balloon
Dedicated to you know who!
RELEASING DREAMS.....
sharing hopes
CincoDeCryo
We have a coworker who left early today to enjoy a Cinco De Mayo festival in Darlington, Wisconsin
no title
love was the moon in her eyes waxing sliver on which a soul does rise round and round the earth with reaching hands a ship made of dreams in forgotten lands singing songs which the flowers hear as they spread their beauty both far and near
The love we need
Sometimes we need to trust love to guide us home
City Reflections (For Megan)
When we were young and reckless Our hearts tripped Across broken midnight And stolen gold. Walking in the city Late one night I saw traffic light reflections On wet cobblestones. The neon and hot amber Of the summer's night Rain-slicked