IN All
in all of my search my heart has lingered through the dark times and thoughts has ran through my mind like blood through my veins , my days are longer and my heart pounds even faster , my choice is to stick by the little faith of surviving , a world
New Arrivals
Visions on a mountainside meadow during a spring day in New England
Just be
Cheer me up with your words, your look, your breath. Drink nectar from my lips whispering your name. Touch me unknown touch fingertips give them the route Fill up the void just be
THE OUTER LIMITS
Due to someone's criticism on here of my first write - I pulled off and revamped but I doubt it will please. Traveling in time and space. Movie "Contact" with Jodie Foster - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zR_2mBuNU2I and Part II https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HzTHC6JSUvM
Lost
This was extremely difficult to write. I wrote this because I often think of my last girlfriend and how the relationship evolved and ended. I made a grave mistake ending the relationship, because I failed to communicate with her about how I felt. It is now too late.
The World of Einstein and me
Einstein is my dog, he passed 2 months ago, he has been with me for 13 years, he is my son. This poem is for him.
Hope
It comes quietly with the advent of dawn. It scares away bad thoughts morning by touch. Squats in the corner with a slight smile, to dance in a moment with joy of breath. Looks longingly into open eyes grading emotions giving a will to liv
~A dropple of rain~
Did you ever gaze the stars When the sun was out Did you blow a gentle breeze While the air was still Did you hold that special moment that not another one did Were you sculpted from such or did another shape break Strewn cross the floor A
Love is Networking Sharing!
Labor of love! 4 hours Ugh! Lost first draft Had to recreate Alaska to Teacher in need Help w students lesson plan China
Loving Childrens Challenges
Incomplete needs edit Working on it Incomplete Ran out of time
Logic
LOGIC Alone I think of all the wasted years of me here with a broken heart, and the sleepless nights spent in tears all because my love and I did part! Such a foolish man there's never been unless he's tread the same path as
Song written in spring
Find the content and life of your meaning Flourish with each day at sunrise. Enjoy the drops of morning mist And dancing among the grass feel free. Hear the bird singing somewhere in the branches Grab the rainbow of colors and close it in your h
Do We Love Our Teachers?
Real love is hard to find in people, especially in a society that has gone so far down the rabbit hole like ours has. I don't know how it is like in other countries like Ireland or Canada, I just hope it is a lot better.
Nark
I have been reading a book written by David Kaczynkski about turning in his brother Ted.
Piano Man
my parents
Your Altar
Broken glass broken hands Red streams from every cut A plunging sinking of quick sands The suffocating pain penetrates In every hole of my being it infiltrates It pours a never ending rain On open agonising wounds they stain The
The Art of Loves Language
Communication key to reward To unlock the door
If I Could Love
If I could love, it would be you If I was not a spectator If I could walk, talk with you. Hand in hand That would be the sweetest dream An impossible place aspired A pleasure I can never know The sweetest kiss A first step A direction misa
Lovers Lament
Sitting alone I often think of people who have given up love so their partner could pursue their carrier. Or just let them go to move where their heart takes them. This is about those people who stayed behind and sacrificed their love so someone else could be happy.
Storm GB
Batterd and bruised Wind and rain Rivers flow deep Rivers flow high Enters towns and Villagers you don't care Batterd you blow Your torment no bound From oceans deep Your cyclones rage We call you names Ciara Dennis the menace
Broken pieces
Long ago I Fell In love with you Never did I think You would leave me My heart is bruised and broken Everyone says get over you And Move on I've tried these tired feet don't want to walk the street My hands hurt from praying My he
You were my Dream ... ???
C S Love???
Darling, Right back at "cha"
Banter Creative Playful Pleasing Pleasing teasing Gestures
My Beloved Chris
Love my hands on silky smooth wood Grain Communications need "Polish" Polish up Love Like sand paper & wood grain Communications need polish For love to evolve to silky fine Mmmm ... Love my hands on silky smooth wood Grain
Oh My Man I Love him so!
Life's amazing discoveries!
My Love Darlin' Hope Joy *Updated
Joy Is spelled C h r i s Don't be surprised When God gives u What u what u asked for He is the Creator the Sun We are the Rays reflection from the sun! Be kind wise loving In all ways acknowledge Honor praise our Father Give him all the Glory not self Who art in heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come Thy kingdom is come Lovingly Rachael
Cage of Fear
When we just realize how simple it is to be happy we are free to love ourselves and others.
SADNESS IN POETRY
Happy/Sad. It's all in a word.
COMFORT ZONES.
crossroads of life....when as we mature, we can be too cautious seeing shadows
4 SEASONS IN A DAY.....
just me being impatient......and NZ has such a mild and short winter......compared with the UK where I was born......
Pink
Looking for the poems of Ms pink of West Virginia , miss you pink
Song
Life is a short moment Life is a colorful bird. We live in one world Why is brother fighting brother. Why are wars going on? Why is this so bad? We are free Each of us has our dignity. Our private world Where the word hurts like a whip. Whe
Poetry
A bit of a whim really. I just thought I'd provide my historical perspective.
"Upon the Lily Pad"
to enjoy/relax and soak in all that is around and silently within x
Ace of Swords
A descriptive poem using the Ace of Swords from the Rider Waite Smith tarot deck.
Mirror Mirror on the Wall
I look in the mirror and what do I see Surely that image cannot be me My eyes are still blue and my hair is still blonde Of those little wrinkles I'm not very fond Oh mirror mirror on the wall Tell me my looks are not fading at all Lie to me lo
True Beauty
A real true person!!
Loneliness Crowds All Places
This Poem came to me while walking through the French Quarter of New Orleans. You can actually see loneliness in the faces of People. So very Hi to the next Person you see with that lost Lonely look in their Eyes.
The Dreams
Remembering my high school sweetheart.
Noble decade- the 60s
Late night has led me to another 'vague scribble' i consider worthy of sharing with you...in the 60s as a kid, i remember in the city our lives at night were ruled by neon; neon ads, neon signs in shops.... in fairgrounds, everywhere...no led or halogen back then!... so this scribble came to mind- a vision of a neon blazing night in an anonymous city and random abstract scenes of life within it-
Silence Molds Clouds All Day
“Let silence take you to the core of life.” -Rumi
"Loves secret recipe" Bend mend share
Spontaneous fruitage shared by Two Joyvial Banter Very kind Endearing words Back and forth Kinda appreciation Like tennis Keep hitting the ball back to me Right back at "cha" Darling Directly to you only Your eyes focused on no other but a union of hearts desires Kinda love Pleasing teasing playful Natural kinda love No stress Just Finesse Class Better than all the rest A higher caliber of Love Elevated to the heavens Harmonious Cleansing the soul To peace Divine Sublime You're Mine valentine!