Let Love
just talking one day about this subject and this was my answer
next time, I'll get a good one
there's no pleasing some people
holy land
in the shadows of the holy land we are but just man i pray to you mighty one you made the skies the stars the sun im drifting through the seas of time crossing over lines surrender to the night this is your world but its my life
april
its about love and the national hollyday in portugal.
Interracial
Two verses free, and two set to rhyme. Love and Lust - How many people would say they are similar? And yet, how many people would say they are far, far apart? Some might say love is simple, open, free. Others might say it is utterly complex. Some might say that lust is straightforward, and honest. Other might say it is substantially more. What do you think? Love - Simple, complex? Lust, the same or so different?
My dearest lady.
really love is beautiful feelings ,and make us imagine un realstic things ,what sweet love is !
An End To It
The curse of conscience, the dread of feeling, They rip and tear at my very being, And pain and hurt I can't avoid, I can't escape, nowhere to hide, Oh if one fatal thrust could end it now, To say goodbye, farewell and bow, But it can
Distance Builds Additional Walls Of Isolation
All the world is a stage. We view perspective friends living at all corners of the globe. Reality prohibits our dreams from coming true. Nothing comes easy for many of us. We struggle on on a daily basis hoping for a solution to our problems. E mail correspondence alone just will not do. Activism is required for contacts to bear fruit. Many pantries remain barren during the harvest season.
to your beauty eyes
Your beauty shine eyes is my safe shelter in this hard world , your eyes is my rescue ring from the high waves of my missing and anxious for you and the missing waves always throw me to the beauty beaches of your shine eyes . Your beauty shine eyes
cure for a broken heart
This is dedicated to one of the male nurses I worked with in A/E.They were all great but when we first started to use Histocryl glue in the place of sutures, this particular chap completely glued his fingers on one hand together with it, priceless....
The Journey
I wrote this some years ago when I first started trying my hand at writing.
Have A Nice Day
The good the bad, the happy and sad, the worlds made up of different kinds, a collection of people with seperate minds, creating their world as they travel along, projecting their thoughts and singing their song,,its unique to them this life the
I don't know what to call this....
I took a writing class about 100 yrs. ago, and haven't written in about 14,15 yrs. This is the result of being mildly perplexed over someone effecting my heartstrings. I don't know if it would even be considered a poem.
Sorry
I just can't forgive my first love .. Just can't ..
The One?
Are you "the one"?, how would I know? whats the criteria that makes it so? Do I miss you when you're gone? Yes!, no matter how long, Does your smile make me sigh? Yes!,, lifts me up high, Do I see nothing else when you're here with me? Yes!,
Body Mine
This is one of my earlier poems, let me know what you think.
When it Stops Turning
We creep towards our destiny with futures bright as sun whilst ever-present loneliness binds us tight as one a generation lost at sea like many gone before a generation’s ecstasy veils thinly wanting more a whirling pool of stagnant hate of
WHAT did you say?
The power of one has come and gone, the power of two is me and you, the power of three?,,F##k me, i'm going back to one,,,bye,, .........I'm gone!
DREAMWOLFS SONG
this is my biography(gulp)....all about me in a nutshell...now u know.
Victory
Victory! Says pounding drums Success! The trumpets blaze Triumph! Soldiers march in time As the masses craze Elated with our conquest Glinting off our guns Enemies defeated We thrill aloud as one Shaking off our weary Standing up our pride
BAR--FLY
a typical weekend night for me,and for all you singles out there!!!enjoy.
poet
lil freestyle fa the folk..jus throwin words togetha that truth is made from..
Let Go And Grow
After another hard day at work a couple of years ago, I came home with so much anger that I really wanted to roar, but didn't want to scare the neighbours, so I wrote this instead. I now find this inpspires me
Code red
A question mark hangs overhead, on all we've done, and all we've said, true to me or true to you, colour brown or colour blue, action stations on red alert, time to flee,,,there's no rebirth engage, .......mach three.
Star Eyes of Yours
Its about the most beautiful feeling of the entire universe... 'The love' and an innocent hope of a romantic mind...
my mark
there it is .
Victoria
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Eye of the Storm
The coastline fractured - gusts of thunder mumble in serrated skies; the unruly demesne of summer, dark voices of the sea, incessant sighs coalesced, flutter in empty sleeves- scattered clusters of ruin tossed and blown, a salty mist tremb
Homicide
Taking dead aim at my heart, you opened your mouth and pulled the trigger.
Ah well!
Got a fetish you want to come true? Say it to me I'll do it for you,,,,, I smiled and said,,I've got some of those,,,,,open your mouth and suck on my toes, her mouth fell open, but twas not for me,,,you can f##k off,,, it never will be,,,she s
Why
Thoughts
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In the style of Ladybee42: As Darkness Closes In.
His hand trembles as he reaches out, Hair all thin and wiry about his head like a macabre halo, Yellowed teeth, sparse and crooked, What will he do, where will he be, when the sun goes away? I can't save him, no one on earth could, His shabby
this is a message only*
yesterday (saturday may 16), at some point I couldn't gain access to this site. Later, I logged on to this site and was bombarded by messages that multiple viruses had invaded my computer and messages advising me to click an area to remove said virus
rain
The case of poetic emotional and realistic I do not mind the commentary
silver dust over blue sky
i just am
Changing Skies
Written shortly after 9/11
To be bad...
To be a bad person and hurt others, Is so easy and u can't make effort But to be a good person and make Good things is quality,a virtue Which not many people have it, Those who have it have a gift. To be bad,to envy others just To feel good yo
Why..
Why lies hurts u so much, Is like a knife in the heart It kills u little by little And make u heart bleed,so much It bleeds continuoly,u try to stop The blood but the lies from u mind Don't give u peace,then u reach To stop the blood,u start t
Come in Scotty
Hey Scotty are you up there?,,can you beam me up outta here to anywhere, I don't care, everyone's crazy,, lost their minds, loopers, bloopers, all kinds, some write poetry and try their best,, still cant seperate from all the rest, is the
Sun Coming Out
What it's like to finally see the light at the end of the tunnel...
life and death
my poem thats about my life and trying to be a better person