Alive
Have you ever tried to smile with your eyes to let it be known that you are still alive inside
Lines
Can you find the lines that you seek the ones that can guide you though the lands of deceit the ones that are hard to hold when you are all alone hanging by a thread where common sense is your only friend when you try
Or is life a giant mobius, winding toward the cent
Or is life a giant mobius, winding toward the center.
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lost from the moon to wander across nights which hold the stars to ponder unto the souls of a speaking tree which sings the dreams of the free while she dances beneath a scarlet sun with the eye's of a lions fire
A Payer (By; StephenGregoryPaul)
Ever living hope.
Lady’s Man
I’m a real lady’s man I like having them around I enjoy their smell And love how they sound I enjoy their sweet lovin’ They make me feel happy and free It is crazy what a lady Can really do to me Cherry lips and sweet perfume Sweet secret wh
Words to the Wise (By; StephenGregoryPaul)
Game is up, we're in a battlefield.
My Blue Lives Forever (By; StephenGregoryPaul)
sand-bags of sadness we carry. Don't let'em hold ya down.
Yes please
I want to hold your hand I want to kiss you under the stars I want to look into your eyes And tell you how beautiful you are I want to buy you flowers I want to hold onto you tight I want to rub your shoulders And make you feel alright Would
Dressed
Does honesty and common sense still survive in the crevices and burrows in the concrete jungles where animals are dressed as human where it is the wolves who are kings and the lion is just a flea bitten scabby old cat
Hidden
There is a space within your place where your frightened thoughts go hidden behind a frame of mind that has no where else to go
Deny
Do you know where you go when you sleep with those hollow eyes that deny the rights of the thoughts that had a dream
GOBBLERSKNOB
DN/T HAVE A CLUE
The grey ‘’rocks’’
I want to feel again the touch of the grey rocks, I want to hear again their tails. They ‘’ll tell me they are rough; That they are alchemic exhibits made by the five elements, created when….. The earth stud against times’ steady pace in conspira
I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.
I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.
Tomorrow
One day you're going to get everything you deserve and then some. It may seem like tomorrow is a million miles away, but darling, tomorrow will be better. -JRM
The Easter Bunny
HOPPY EASTER! Hugz, Pink
saint marys church yard harrow on the hill
in the churchyard of st marys , right next to harrow school. a plaque on the wall said Byron used to sit on that seat and compose, so I thought id have a seat and composed this.
City nights and Street lights
Was to write a song. It is my first time I don't know if it is good or bad
Life (time)
Look at our birth - does it ever seem a curse? Or a miracle that happens - nothing more? Does our time go on endlessly - or worse? Or does full life time break us like a whore? All that I hope, - is we should find some peace - All that I hope,
Not Another Easter
I'm missing my baby sister. She is in heaven. Happy Easter to my loving poetry family. I love you. Blessings, Pink
Love You Mad
Saying you never read it Saying I wish you had Saying we it never happened That I loved you mad Kissing you only dreamed it Kissing me you never thought it Kissing we it never happened Still this love bug I caught it Goodbye you never sai
mountain man
The happy always act go the extra mile times too short to analyse the chemistry of a smile back there in a second when fur met bearded face a fabric-smell conductor on a horse to a special place near creek and stony edge a place you call
unforgiven
If a word was the world entire, the boy's word would be conflict.. assaulted by twin pincers, he had his first fight whilst still attached to a woman he would never know.. the boy was awkward..his shape wasn't uniform..his skull had been subje
sweet lips
Oh sit and drell White crystal So sweet You taste so devine White sandy flakes That fall Like grains of sand In clump or cubes My tea so sweet Your sweet to my lips Two cubes so devine To dissolve You quenche my thirst You sweeten
the watcher
Into the bare cold room He enters a figure bare Paraded for all to see They glare and watch From top to toe They seek His soul hidden from eyes that watch for they cannot peek They drell and peek His modesty bare He stands his pose H
Determined Woman!
To have an to hold For the rest of ones life!
Melissa (the honey girl)
* Name Changed: Some "poetic licence" may have been taken.
Poem Of A Stranger
I think you are beautiful Lovely and grace when you walk Your heart is kind as an angel The poem of a stranger is the only way I can talk Your eyes met mine once years away Not one word did I speak and I had so much to say I'll try to explain
Nature's Computer
Can't find the right girl She doesn't exist She got left out of nature's computer How sad is this There must have been an error Was it caused by a comet or an ordinary eclipse Romance for me was left out of nature's computer How sad is this
detonators
On streets they hide unkown they hide they blend and hide They gather and seek Info they seek To rage war and pain In tubes and buses They sit and dwell In discuise with detonaters on hand Boom they send us all to hell
secrets
Just got my soul stolen. Bless You, Hugz, Pink.
Peacefulness
Peace.
Fallen
In your arms, a world of grace, I knew that I had found my place. Your wonderful smile, the sound of your voice, It was perfectly clear, I had no choice. Your gentle hand reached out to mine, Something I thought I would never find. When I gaz
Words
My Aunt was the first one to teach me about unconditional love. She said no matter if it be good or bad love one another forever. I Love all of you my poet family. You mean the world to me. Thank you. Peace & Hugz, Pink.
Dawn
How long can be a night sometimes just a moment but at times forever dragging with every breathe waiting for the dawn that seemed so near but still too far yearning for the light finding way in the dark going in circles all the while wonder
sueded chap
you weave a thread around my hair and call it not a braid the wind it whispers in my ear this strand: left unrestrained the clouds - they dance in ecs tasy pounding out the rain I watch in thunder I hear in light as trails: gal
batesman's bay and blue mountains
just a thought. thanks all for your reads.
Brused
This poem I thought of because I fell and got some bad brushes. It made me think of life and some times we all have them. Take care. Thank you. Hugz & Peace, Pink.
My Mom Is An Angel
Thank you. Blessings.
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Haven't felt like writing since that girl got killed,such a horrible tragedy in are community,is that one of the horrible powers of tragedy? The way it makes us look at are own lives as if by comparison next to the question. What if? What if that was us,or me,or somebody I loved?
Little Poet
The little poet writes nicely of his nice wife, his nice kids, his nice university, the nice dead mice he found on his nice snowy road, and his nice guilt for sleeping with his nice student. but some are tornadoes of words, whirling, s