Poetry Drill with the Sarge
reading too many self-piteous juvenile poems on another site
Say A Prayer For Spiderman
You know him as a hero with a heart of gold But try to understand When you say your prayers Say a prayer for spiderman He wants good to conquer evil He wants love to be everywhere And people are happy when he shows up Cause they know he real
Beloved of my dreams
In honor of spring and the hope of good things to come for all
I’ve seen the ..........
A very old mate I haven’t spoken to for a long time ........
Lighter than air
the lines came to me during an evening walk in the mist .. the lanterns seemed to be hanging in the air
Last Dance
Rather mindless fascination and inspiration gotten looking out my kitchen window as old leaves and grass and flower head were whipped up into the air by the wind swirling around the corner of the back porch.
Circle of Life... Socrates Challenge.
Thanks Socrates for the challenge.
Socrates Said ..........
Just having a dig at this challenge ........
Dogs
Watching Eight Below which about sled dogs who help rescue a scientist and then their care giver goes back to rescue them in Antarctica.
The Heathen
* I have disabled comments for this poem, because I don't want to start a Shit Fight, in the PC (that would be most unseemly); anyway, the blogs are for that, lol... ** I don't really mind what anyone here believes - I'm just expressing a point of view. *** I love you all, here, in the Poet's Corner, (regardless of what you believe)...
just breathe
In this situation Where infatuation n auxiliaration Intoxication of liberation Wait wait Yes wait be patient As it all comes together Like ya can predict the weather But whether or not It's rainy or hot Depends And it depends on Dan
Alcohol Free
With joy multiplying No way I am denying This truth Like the connection with da bluetooth Beaming Streaming Infinitely beaming And seeming To be Spiralling through to infinite possibility Feeling the bless Like YES Superman S upon ma
Fast Food
Sonic tonight!
Starlight Woman
We all came from stars, and to stars, we will return....
Halloween special - Hooded chair
Now which one would you think would be the infamous chair that even Napoleon sat the night before his defeat? Trivia. . . its a real story and rumours has it that it is sold to a private collector for 100,000 pounds in the mid 19th century Had a special poem just for Halloween,but i don't think i could get it up coz still not even half done yet,so this is a good ghost story for this trick and treat night. . .. Happy Halloween to all Poets from Ancient Bullman
Moon
Fly me to the moon Even if it’s on a spoon I want to go up there and see The light you shine down on me You never let me down Every night you come around I want to dance just you and me Take me to the moon I’ll sing you a tune All a
ALTERED EGO
This poem was inspired by the fairy tale mirror mirror on the wall... I thought mirror mirror on the ceiling would be a nice adult Twist. This was part of a project where we were decorating mirrors... My full length mirror was decorated fit for Freddie Mercury... and was exhibited at the Alley Theatre Strabane.
Spectre of the night
You feel a breath a icy chill Cold to touch You stand and stir on edge Was something Thier From corners eye you spy This thing a person stands and stirs Icy breath that chills your bones You stand and watch for no person there they see y
Why do you read my poems
Are you a vouyer to my past To read my words From my lifes journey On my journey of life's toil To find my hidden sole my life You read with such glee To find that hint of me My past my present My future not told I create these wor
The Story of Life
This poem applies to all living things: animals, plants, birds, fishes, insects, etc. Regardless of the type, they all undergo the stages of: Birth Growth Maturation Reproduction Decay Death iambic pentameter
Burmese Summer Rain
wet wet poetry
East
China nights
Enter the light i
I dreamed of light A up hill tunnel so bright Shines from heaven above Voices heard from distant past Familiar sounds Voices long gone They sound familiar could be my mum Long time gone taken in her prime We dare not make a sound you lis
The Lladro test
A reflection on Lladro porcelain figurines
Drugs
I find reasons to stay out of the drug problem, thou I have indulged in pop and junk food, which is probably one of the biggest contributors to our lowering of life expectancy in this country.
Reaching for the Light
From birth, reach for the light.
The Hooded Chair (French)
did it with imtranslator
Alone
This is a poem to remind us that with age we become lost from friends are families that once we where always with and as time goes by we lose touch with them
Sweet Lady of the Lakes and Fells
A Sonnet to my poetess buddy & muse.
Serenity
This poem is about losing someone dear to your heart and finding the strength in the little that is salvaged,,, and the light that shines way after your loved ones are gone,
The Canterbury Tales
As far as I have ever got in Geoffrey Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales, but an enchanting start, good for those experiencing Spring.
the undressed oak
he sat on the old deck chair and thought about her about how she tied a strand of blonde behind her ear when she was anxious how the sun made plans between the gaps of her fingers how her breath tasted how her beauty made her invisible
~The 3 legged duck~
:) ha i love it, cheers all.
In a Field of Dreams
A discussion about normality......and it isn't that bad.
The love
This talk about things in the air
Six walls
Six sides I can not move look within These six walls Contained ears closed To the dreams around I can't bare the sounds The scream the bangs Locked within these walls Of others locked in these walls Where I am now stripped of motion o
"Deny"
I wrote this poem when I 'd felt betrayed by people that I 'd felt stigmatized me when they didn't really know me or understand me. I think poetry at times is a release of sorts.
Getting down with Pliny
Gaius Plinius Secundus, called Pliny the Elder, was a Roman author, a naturalist and natural philosopher, a naval and army commander of the early Roman Empire, and a friend of emperor Vespasian. He wrote the encyclopedic Naturalis Historia.
Why
Got tired of being overworked, underpaid, underappreciated everyday...
something shimmering and right
pause and feel it so familier yet you've never seen it with your eyes a kind of innocent expression something naive something wise I wish I knew what you were searching for something shimmering and right a favour granted by yo
overproof Love
I Love you Yes I do How can I prove it to you? But there is no need to prove anything Love is like a song that sings And brings Harmonious harmony Fulfilling every part of me There should never be any need to prove You know its Love when
God
Questions that run through my head sometimes...