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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
Arrows
The distance between who I am and who I want to be is separated only by my actions, my words, and my target.
Sorry...
I'm really confused and mixed up. A real mess in a dress. I am so mean. I hate myself for things I can not fix even through prayer.
forgiveness
Thanks to everyone for your support. I need it and appreciate it more than you know.
LOVE
It easy to love your family because that is nature but we all like to be loved because we are who we are. When people leave you for no reason than I have fallen out of love it leaves a big question in your heart about your own selfworth. This poem is a self perspective of my real quality or indeed failings.
Rutted
~Rutted~ Oh, How sweet love is when it is sweet! Two salty, sweaty lovers waking up in a shared bed that is rutted with love. And how rare it is! At the times in our lives when we have it, we scarcely appreciate it........... It is appreciat
The Fear of Loving Again
I can't let myself fall in love again Not not-at-all Just not at all The way I did before or would I.... don't know until our eyes meet like swords in the distance between us Stephen Fox
Distant Darkness
In the distance the darkness can be heard, silent rumblings of days to become nights constant companion. The artist lay down his brush as vermilion and crimson become red, cobalt and imperial become violet, burnt umber becomes, all.
Earth Bonds
Quiet rose you lay at rest upon the stone, fragrant still as the wither devours the bloom, echoing the corpse below. It is the lavender that scents the gentle breeze giving life to the swaying rushes, offering a melody in this place of silenc
Lonesome!
Are you Lonesome?
If a Woman....
If a woman wants to be a poet, she should run backwards circling the volcano; she should feel for the movement along her faults; she should not get a Ph.D. in seismography. If a woman wants to be a poet, she should not sleep with uncirc
Life's Puzzle
The inner heart is more important than outer appearance!
"The Sad Reality of Love"
You came into my life like a puff of smoke out of nowhere. You were not expected, nor did I think you existed. But for some reason unbeknownst to me, In a very short time you crept into the depths of my heart, And buried yourself deeply int
~ Secret Thoughts ~
The power of women,such as Cleopatra and the emaciated liberated women! Women have such power over men!
I cry
Just needed to vent. Thanks!
Whose Life
Looking for something over the years... Looking for the sign that is near... This sign where everyone's dreams come true (It's True)... Where no one tells me who to be... Where no one tells me just what to do... Freedom is a place my dreams
MOUNTAIN....
we have a cone shaped mountain in NZ...once seen never forgotten.....
Love is...
Feeling the Love. Wanted to share. Hope each of you are well. Take care, Hugz, Pink
Kelly's song
Kelly is my Beloved Baby Sister. This is dedicated to her. I was five she was only two. She died in my arms. It was the only time I could save her. I've blamed myself my whole life. Sorry for lg. print. Still giving me fits this computer.
1916 Ireland
last two lines of poem.I had to put them in here to able to post it. To all Irish people be proud of this day Raise a glass and celebrate Ireland's glorious past My Great Grand father was at the GPO Dublin on Easter Monday 1916.
boss kitty"s home
for all whoprayed for Boss Kitty's return. He is doing well and glad to be home!
No Walls
I think Canadians got it pretty sweet.
NEW STARTS.
whether night owl, or lark....we find our comfort zone....
flying-thieves of spring
flying thieves children of the spring it's time to gather, rest and sing the work is done. March is at hand.. who will now start the dance ..hophophop non stop up to the montain's top?
Unraveled Cardigan
Its a poem not really bothered about mistakes
aloud alone
just stopping by to say hello....hope poets everywhere have a blessed day...
the lion at the gate (for Vanessa)
if I could hold the quill of truth over the page of unfolding story and hold it still and let the page itself write the words of your defining glory if I could read your name in the vast retreating sea and follow the tides in
A better day
In the distance I see the clouds parting way. And for a minute I get a glimpse of a better day, then I wonder is this really what it seems, the spell I'm under is reminiscent of a fading dream, my friends all left me with the slamming of the door, d
Realest of them all
How can you fix your lips to say something that just ain't true, I told you if you kept it real with me I keep it real with you, there's a distance in between us only time seems to fill that Gap, as I stand Here Twisted in another world it's me who h
Without you
Sometimes I wonder just what I would do, if I could dream that one dream that took me right back to you, would I do it all different would I love you the same, would i keep myself from getting caught up in the game, would I laugh would I cry would I
soft
Just wanted to wish you a Blest day! Thanks. Hugz, Pink.
Momma
I was sitting back thinking about my life and how I let my mother down and I just wrote a poem and let her know that you know I'm looking through her eyes 2
Why
A man cries out one night cursing God and ask him why. Why did he allow him to fall hard losing this precious life. And why did his woman leave him she swore it would never end. He's got a bible on the Shelf he notices it now and then. Where was his
The man is still a boy!
True story. Just happened. Be safe please. Bless u.
~I can hide you~
Sometimes you can treat her as royalty, or you can always, sometimes it's never seen. It's the sometimes that are never seen as she's not there to receive. Why, well that answer is not your's to say, it's her's. A leaf that never get's caught, nor lands on the floor of the forest.
Waiting for the end
I like to write yet I am not a writer, I'm poor on punctuation but that does not stop the thoughts in my head. I wrote this in 2008.
The Quotes Garden - Pale Moon
[ IV ] Pale moon I share my thoughts, with my beloved moon, Alike a breath of wind, with silver leaves, Who twists thy dreams, so soon… And drops of sorrow, beneath the sleeves Still trembling, in the night, amidst the
A Lesson Learned in Life
Not everyone has the same heart as you A lesson learned in life To name but a few Is it our genes that map ones persona? Or is it heartbreak, pain and grief resembling that of Desdemona? In a world full of hatred I hope to make a difference E
Spring
The weather is only getting better here. I long for an early Spring this year. Thanks. Blessings, Pink. Enjoy your Sunday!
The Quotes Garden - The Silence Of The Crickets
[ III ] The silence of the crickets My shadow falls, along the grass, Where lovely crickets mourn, Under the moon, with veil of brass And clear dreams, from silence, born. It seems I hear : “This too shall pass” –
The Quotes Garden - Starry Sky
“The Quotes Garden” [ II ] Starry sky Oh, silent night, with endless sky, In which I dwell my soul, again, Across the light, when shadows cry, Into an empty space, like grain – And soon, under the moon, they die, As if t