your love
i love you davinadia you are my love my soul my heart
Love and Loyality
love must be loyal and loyal must be love,so if we love someone we must loyal to him/her..cause no love no loyality and no loyality no love.
Made For Us
Started with a couple of lines from one of our chats that just happened to rhyme. The rest just expanded on the idea.
Ozymandias
My favorite poem of all time :) Mostly because when you hear Leonard Nimoy tell you he is Ozymandias, the line sounds extremely epic :D
A Beautiful Dream
we dream of our future, someone that i love, you know who you are
The Teacher Learneth!
Dont be optimistic, dont be glad, dont be happy, be bloody sad, try it for a day and see how it sucks you'll be glad to change back,,I bet a 100 bucks, stick it out come what may, you'll be a better man after that day, complain and show distain
Another
another time, another place, another lie, another race, another first, another stand, another last, another land, another play, another say, another song, another day, another you, another me, another pain, another plea, there's always another,
Sad Awakening
Someone died in Ireland this week, I did'nt know him personally, but I thought of him and his family this morning,,, just felt like writing something. It brought back memories of when my mother died.
Stormy Winds
Stormy winds arrive with force, their angry howls create discourse, batten down and stay inside, avoid its rage, from it we hide, It does increase intensity, we pray to God that he may see, our faith in him is strong and true, it pass's by, from
Dear Life
Dear life .. What Makes me Strong is breathin' within you .. And that made me learn the truth .. Everything seams so Slow .. But you'll see that I'll make it through .. Cuz Life , your my happiness and Goodbye The one that leaves me w
COMMUNICATIONS
I wrote this poem for my friend Sandy who was there for me in hard times and good times.She did not laugh at me when my heart got broke.
Death: A portrait
Another one of three surprisingly dark meditations on life
Icarus
This is from my more depressed series of poems, when I was in an overall darker, more introspective mindframe.
Missing My Baby
Foolish, childish, selfish but it's... how I feel.
Unwarranted Redemption
This is from a brief moment in my life that can only be classified as my love affair with Scripture. Feedback please :)
The Specimen
Two parter! I'm sorry so many of my poems are divided, but the 3000 character limit is highly restrictive to my works!
After the Rain
I don't feel this is one of my better poems: it's more personally directed towards the subject (an ex who I felt little towards) but it's very personal so that in and of itself may be worth merit. Oh, and don't worry about the ex: I disregard her because frankly, she was verbally abusive and I'd care not to reflect further on it.
My Diagnosis!
Comprehending limitations causing spatial delay, creates corrective corrosponding conditional decay, administering adaptive medication during play, will intensify conditions showing limited replay, progressive alterations to the chemical make
Until we meet again
I picked a rose from the garden, And I placed it in your hand, I touched your face, a last embrace, To help me understand, Then I said goodbye, a tear, a sigh, and I turned and walked away, And though you're gone, it won't be long, till we mee
It's always hard
An ex contacted me out of the blue, and we started to hit it off. But damned if anyone can control that sudden flood of emotions that knocks you off balance and dominates your mind during that time.
Existential Angst...?
Quotes from one of my all-time favourite authors: Richard Bode: "For the truth is that I already know as much about my fate as I need to know. The day will come when I will die. So the only matter of consequence before me is what I do with my allo
just one more thing
oh...and one more thing...
Meltdown!???????
Lifting the veil on reality, Contemplating, preceptions, totality, seperating real from unreal, imaginary, planetry, halle berry? Slip a word in here or there, does anyone really care, its poetry in motion, or something wrote, took a notio
love you more
love you davinadia more then the world knows
Because I could not stop for Death
Dickinsonian tribute, I guess you could say. But I may have botched the beat D:
What if
Many possibilities, same question stem: what if. Believe it or not, it's a love poem. Not much of one, but it was written in that mindset.
When I am Older
Wishing that i'll find Mr.Right
glance
at our approach I look up...to your face then..you look up...at mine our eyes meet... facial expressions...reserved......briefly and then we...fly to each other's arms make incredible passionate love.... before the world..right there! we live
I Cut My Wrists
I don't do this anymore, but when i did it was a very depressing part of my life. People think about it all the time they just dont act on it. This is what i felt like when i was doing it... My life is differant now, i may not be the happiest person out there but i know that is not the way to handle stress, I have 2 wonderfull daughters to look out for now, and i want to be here for them while they grow up...
The Specimen Resolution
Depression has been called a sort of mental hibernation. But for me, it was a mental stimulant, triggering my darker odes and living eulogies. Feedback welcomed
October Beauty
There is so much beauty everywhere if we just look.
For Scottie
Hopefully, this rather comic, early poem will make your day. It seems a bit juvenile at times with an anachronistic tint, but still, it rhymes nicely.
Surprise Party Part 2
Further foreshadowing. Any feedback for this, or any of my poems, is appreciated always :)
Surprise Party Part I
This is just the intro of my extremely gratuitous poem. React how you will.
-She's a Winner!
We drove there fast, couldn't be last, she sat on the chair, hot curlers, hair dye, cut it low?, cut it high? I dunno, you know best, want to stand out from all the rest, hot air, style with care, extensions for hair, WOW, she's there! back in
Such a love
One that presses me to paint the wind That causes me to sing a sunrise with summer notes How can this be gone Such a love That fills my smiles with melodic dance And compounds and confounds The simplest equations of human care Surely
A word
No word speaks more Yet spoken of so little Softening thoughts and measuring all Which wondrous word wields Grace and care and grace again Seen too often on tombs ... too late For some held - never all Defining clearly the sacred self
When....
When loves appear in u life, You know this from eyes, Because eyes read u heart You feel butterflies, Dancing in u stummy You feel an elation. When loves appear to u All was hard before Now is so easy, And sun shines for you And only for u
Penitent man follows the footsteps of god
Part two of my anti-self reflection
The penitent man walks in the footsteps of God
This is my highly antagonistic allegory of my own life. Well, Part one, anyway. The original is more than twice as long as the maximum character limit of 3000.
The ASPCA
If I could format it more specifically, the lines towards the end would actually get smaller in size. But otherwise, it's a good poem, with a unique perspective. Also, for a treat, count the number of captial letters in the final stanza per line.
Live The Moment
I hope you like this one