Knifetooth
In the age of the Sabretooth (Named Smilodon meaning Knifetooth) It is thought the sabretooth used its stealth to blend in and waited for game as it was not realy all that agile. Its favourite food being bison apparently.
Clear Thought
I think all too often love interests are affected by what third parties think and perceive, which is seldom the "heart" of the relationship.
Love is
Just thoughts
The Ride
The dark of night was covering the day. Her hands ached from gripping the wheel. She drove this way, and that way. All different directions as she had been taught. She could hardly see in front of her, But she continues the blind ride. Flyin
Why Don't I Write Poetry?
There was a post with the question why do you write poetry. I decided to answer the question with my own question why do not I write poetry and along the way answer the question why some people write poetry. I did it for fun and would like to hear the opinion of the professional poets here on the site
True Love
I wrote it from experience and From the heart...
Two Women
Dedicated to Jacqueline Du Pre ,and Jacqueline my friend
Friendship Poem
This Poem is all about friendship
~Please~Tell~Me~U~Love~Me~
~Please~Tell~Me~U~Love~Me~ ~Please~Tell~Me~My~Dear~ `Cuz-With-*U*~`lit`~tle`dar-`lin` ~The~Feeling~Is~Real~
Déjà vu
A poem about broken dreams
Cyberstyle
dont even go there, chavo
Easter is coming...
Easter is coming, Let's try be better To make a good fact To help others who Need our help, Jesus sacrifficed for us Giving is life for us, Easter is coming Try to be better And let Jesus to enter In your lives.
Il est midi
The only poem I managed to learn in french as a child. And Yet I still remember it (with a little modification at the end) :)
laundry matt
someone i knew once
LOVE
We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive. Every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, an hour,
Snow
This is a part of a love poem that I wrote as a teenager in romanian (it sounds much better in romanian) for a girl that I trully loved. She was my first love.
Mesmerizing...
I'm a writer. I have written hundreds of different pieces. Ever since I was a little girl. I wrote this poem in the spur of the moment. I wrote as I thought the words. It is one of the rare poems that I've written that don't rhyme but the words go together in a free verse sense. It's sort of a dreamy, misty love poem that is loosely inspired by my life. I'm kind of half looking, half not looking, but altogether hoping that I meet that special one someday.
everythings changing
for my love i love you sweet heart
Stir the spaghetti
it's about spaghetti
the dancers form
I went to see a show of some modern Japanese dance. Very good.
elegy for an integral teacher
I have known about this man for a long time, he passed on 03-30-2010
In the spirit of Halloween: The Poet
A dark and scary poem to suggests an equally dark and twisted story behind the origins of a certain work... Poe's famous poem, The Raven, and his love for a certain woman, Lenore.
Empty Words
Written on hearing of the death of a new friend's mother. Talking to her made me think of what it was like when my own mom died.
my spirit world
ghost my ghost my sorrow my pain i cry in my darkest time i feel timid as feather for my eyes fall into sadness the night shows the rain im difficult to the sane this girl is all i know i feel it deep inside my vain my spirit world tells me of her be
world of magnificence
just look out there at all god created its a beautiful world
dog day afternoon
i fall into darkened days as my heart begins to die away im sad again as my life falls deep within
Quest
I can see you, but you're not there can you see me? I can hear you, yet no sound fills the air I can feel you, but my grasp is empty want for you is ever constant need of you is never past my senses aswim of your scent passion ever keen of you
under the sunset.........!
blazing blue skies painted by orange and pinks... purple and blues.. oh......... colours are shimmering all over the world... far cries of a seagull cutting the sounds of perfect waves... rays of setting red sun changing the white
Somebodies Daughter
Actually a song I wrote 15 years ago - still get a kick out of it though.
friend
our emotional distress leads us to turn easy choices into painstaking decisions
body body body
whatev
Make me laugh until I cry..
You always made me smile baby now Make me laugh until I cry.. many things you had done made me want to cry baby now Make me laugh until I cry.. My life is making me go crazy it is so pathetic but when I realize i want to cry to ward
"Happy"
another child's world has been jarred today s'pose this time it's personal, but happens always his dog, his world, has been taken away we'll remember, this good boy, throughout all our days Happy was a happy pup, and a happy dog as well exactly
Why Do You Write Poetry?
Why do you write poetry? Is it for the recognition? Maybe for the glory, or just to see if someone, somewhere is even listening. Do you make up stories of pure fiction? Or are you just desperate for some attention. Why is it so important to
First Meeting
Dipicting first meeting jitters
THIS IS IT!
You get only one life, this is it! This is not a trial run for another hit or miss We all have but one chance to do it right To make others happy, to give hope to life So, do not terry, and never pout This one chance will soon be out Our live
*I*=A=M=The~Wind
~Thank~You~For~That~Spot~of~Tea~ ~That~You~Poured-so~>Del-i-cate~ly~ http://www.connectingsingles.com/poem5918/the-problem-with-positive-thinking.htm ~Thanks~For-all~Those"Head!S^U^P^" =C=O=M=M=E=N=T=S= ~from~my~fell~O~>^P^O^-e-T-E-E-S-
strong man
I wrote this poem a few years, its about personal pain and growth
my soul mate found
my love is only for you
The descent
You take me up high high high I hear the flutter its melts me like butter I'm yours Take me I'm Yours Take me up Higher Faster No longer a flutter Beating Wings The feathers start to fall one by one they fall, fall, fall
Held Captive By A Thing Called Love
A woman in love finds out that her boyfriend wants total control through the use of violence and intimidation. Painful thoughts both emotional and physical in context convince her her future appears brighter without him.
What a boring day!
What a boring day today Running nose Often sneeze Hateful cough Boring arguement What a boring day I couldn't breath I couldn't see I couldn't hear What a boring day I wanted to sleep forever Till the day When the room is full of r