Of Poetry in the "First Person".
"I" hope the "fun police" never confiscate my "poetic license!"
trust
just a thought
HIDDEN LOVE.....
to part and to return....
a day in the dark
My friend said I should write more poems So I will try to. I didnt feel emotionally ready to write But when I can across these creepy trees They seem to speak to me I felt they were trying to tell me something About there small town, like they wanted me To stay, I don't know why, maybe it was my imagination But ive never felt such strong esp coming from a group of trees before. I wanted to share it. Maybe this poem Iis about a type of awaking, an awakening To the subconscious. know I could probally do better but like I said I wasn't quite emotionally ready to come up with a super fantastic poem.
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
Farewell and Thank You Dear Poets!
Thank you everyone!
Stuff
This Poem Is Good.. Good For Body.. Good For Heart.. Good For Mind.
Wanting you!
Fantasy Wanting You!
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,
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
Partner of Pesticides
I will leave my peoms on his door step, one courageous day.
Plowing
I woke up with neighbor on my mind and wet spot on my sheet, so I wrote this poem for him.
MY SOUL
Oh my soul my soul how will you survive the arrows thrown with malice to break you into surrendering. Many a point pierced bringing tears, flooding until plugged
FOREVER YOURS MY LOVE
Depression is crippling, I know this for a fact!
Beauty of a Woman!
True Love
Humility's Harvest
Soon she will leave the seed vault unprotected. If only I can find the courage to raid her harvest.
RUSTIC RAINBOWS
Rustic....special season of autumn...till life re-born
Thousand Steps.
an inspiration to all you have given me to get my mind flowing.thank you all for your contribution.
Professor of Planting
I write this poem with envy as I watch her leave this morning.
Entrapment!
The Downfall that all good men dream of ~ Lol
INNER SUNSHINE.
We can make our own fate...
A State of Seedless Soil
I write this poem watching my neighbor.
flowers
Oh flowers of days. There beauty leave us by night. The beautiful rose how thorns an All are beautiful. Smells of roses intoxify me The seas breeze marries my coastal nest. Seasons come ,seasins go. But flowers bloom even if other
The dream
Fun write.
INVISIBLE
Incomplete Scattered at best She always looked to be coming apart at the seams Easily confused An advantage for those in her company She muddled through Floating from day to day Without direction While her fabric frayed Her true being escape
Dedication: For My Horse Rebel
An honest poem about an honest horse. "No hour spent in the saddle is ever wasted" - Winston Churchill.
UNWANTED CONSTRUCTION
I answered the door and found that melody of the past It disguised itself well this time Didn’t seem familiar through the peephole And was wearing a different shade of skin It spoke to me in many tongues before Sometimes using a thick accent
Welcome to New Online Poets
Write as much as you can In every style that you can To find your true voice; Then pan the gold from the dross - To publish only your best. ©lovecanbereal All rights reserved
This Is The Sun....
every morning different, yet the same...
SOCRATES 44 (A DEDICATION)
SOCRATES EVERYTHING YOU WRITE HAS THE ESSENCE OF BRILLIANCE! I JUST HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING SPECIAL FOR YOU! I"M SURE THAT MANY OF THESE POETS FEEL THE SAME!
FREEDOM...
Early morning, after first breath of light Foggy mist drapes, before clouds flight Wait warmth of sunshine, to lift and give A spring days filled, with hope to live Life as you desire, freedom your right From breaking dawn, to the depth of night
HEAVENLY CALL
we seem to be experiencing what we called April showers in the UK, but in NZ, they are closer to hail storms....
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those penny's about your brow the only crown to which I bow kings and queens on their own feet whose hands not stranger to a plow
A Thousand Stars
How many times I see the scene....every time remains an emotional experience....
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dreams grown tangled in beloveds lace haunting the night with loves embrace and soon the shadow of the moon will rise drawn by the gravity of my muses face
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not riches in gold like sultans crave but heart be pure and soul be brave shafts of arrows your thought engrave while laying petals on Omar's grave
What's Going On
I never know what's going on Everyone else know what's going on Is it going on behind my back Is it going on right in front of my face Will it happen again tomorrow too What's going on Is it a game Will there be more join in on the secret tort
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In the hall of hands where the red god runs with the yellow deer time is a sea immortal embedding the magic of mind in shape with smell of smoke and song of flame guiding fingers in paint for I pray to the shamans of a different dream h
Quotes
Just some random quotes I have heard and added to others.
The Man With The Broken Heart
The man with the broken heart He doesn't know what to do And with no one to pray for him That's why he feels so blue He tries to hide the hurt but they see him Do they think that sadness is a work of art There's no one in his shoes to be him
GO TO THE MOUNTAIN
The poem speaks for itself. No explanation necessary.
EXCITING
It is about the ups and downs of my life.