Internet Spelling Blues
OK, OK, I have to admit that my initial comments were a LITTLE harsh, after all, I am not actually perfect, in fact I am quite capable of outright stupity on occasion, I just happen to be an idiot who can spell correctly! ;)
Love is not...
Love is not a game, Love implies deep feelings, It starts with a sincere frienship, And ends with a true nice feeling. Love is a pure feeling, Is a white dove flying On the sky. Love is like red rose , Which grows day by day And you must ta
wooden desire
This tree stood firm, in the midst of a shadow, a silent witness of all that had happened, it could not speak, it wept soundless, the wind whispered, 'can I heal your grief?' The star came and tried to caress its twigs, but this weeping tr
Sad Guitar
The third song I ever wrote, I think I was 17, playing the bars with a friend of mine, too shy to talk to the ladies.
Angel In Disguise!
From the first moment that I met you, When i gazed deep into your eyes, I knew it almost instantly, That your an Angel in disguise. It's just everything about you, Your so caring kind and sweet, In fact, your just the kind of Angel, I've bee
For an Eternal Memory of a Dear
This was my first poem, I wrote it when my best friend passed away. RIP my friend, the world has became worse after your departure, and the heavens became better at your arrival.
The tumble lock
There were four tighter than a shut door Two felt One had sunk too low they believed it was time for him to go for he did not evolve, he changed at the whim of a Lass-Hoe In defense of his Lass-hoe he said hell no Two hung One like his white
sunset to sunrise
in dark there must be a light
"waking and dreaming"
“Waking and dreaming” He looked his victim straight in the eye. But he shot him anyway. It takes a special person to do that. But he did it anyway. Up and to the left and it ripped the shoulder apart. It could have been worse but he was a g
When i finally come to find you!
I'd cross the widest, hottest desert, Through the red hot burning sand, Carrying a single glass of water, Very carefully in my hand. And when i finally come to find you, The thing i would do first, Would be, to guide the glass up to your lips
Sounds of Krystal
The blue has gone red butterflies in my head? where i do not know maybe wherever love can grow Brown eyes, kickin' thighs Its clear as Krystal where my heart lies Woe on me Krystal shimmers like the sea Where are you? Thats where I wish to be
Parting ways
Such a perpetually perplexing pain whats gained the chance to say hello again hello and goodbye said from birth till the day we die and countlessly inbetween the delivery courteous and mean sentiment not always seen
Otterman
Perhaps the odderman floats on his back a world above and below in the middle he rows taking life as he goes air and sea, breath air and see the odder man is me equilibrium is where I lie sinking when I dive for food is what we strive only
Leap
Jump in and go Wait for the eb maybe the flow why not ask Joe but how much does he know thats up to you or is it Joe only really knows Leaping like does fleeting from foes A pack of dogs or shapes in the fog?
Smooth
The flutter of a flute listen to it fly passing all by floats through the sky boundlessly high till the clouds pass my eye as i flutter by slicker than butter I fly strolling like that guy maybe more dare you know
These Dreams
I was hiking in the Wasatch mountains and it started raining, so I tucked my guitar away in its water-proof case and was just sitting there when the sun broke through a spot in the clouds and made a brilliant rainbow in the falling rain. I thought, hmm, rainshine and sunfall! And there it was! A cute little song born in a moment of whimsy!
If You Were My Angel
Women should be able to identify with this poem easily. I worked with a man who based all of his hideous behavior on the fact that the woman of his choosing wanted nothing to do with him. I wrote the poem as if I was speaking from his perspective, but the man was in every way repulsive, I'm very glad that I am not him!
The Chase Is On
Just something over a cup of coffee..i face myself with feelings and write
Hope
The hope that I try to let go..
Star Has Lost Her Starshine
A lost Soulmate. Another He to take hold of Me. Dreams which must be followed. A Friend with broad shoulders to cry upon. Dreams of a Dream to reach for. Such is Life...
Angel of desire
She spreads her wings. All the promises she brings. Her pretty face. Her eloquent grace. Unattainable desire. Watch her glide across the skies. Out of reach so far. Oh my heavenly star. Oh my angel of desire.
Forever Never Lasts
Yet another love lost song, rather prosaic, but if you could only hear it, it really does make a gorgeous song, even if I do say so myself!!
My angel..
My imagination if I really meet someone special like a fallen angel for me
In Your Eyes..
You've such amazingly beautiful eyes, They can speak to me, And like a mirror, I swear I can see right through to your soul You have a way of looking at me a little expectantly, And I know exactly what it is you're trying to say.. And
How The Light Reflects
A semi-autobiographical meditation on how our perception largely shapes our reality.
La De Da
It just sort of crawled into where I was at, ya know?
Last Tears
About someone I love and then I should let him go..
~> nOW hUSH ~> mY cHILD ~>
~> nOW hUSH ~> mY cHILD ~> ~> aND wIPE tHAT tEAR ~> ~> dAY fADES fROM lIGHT TO nIGHT ~> ~> bUT kNOWING tHAT sWEET dAWN aRRIVES ~> ~> sOON gLOWING aT fIRST lIGHT ~> ~> aND wITH tHIS dAWN ~> ~> cOMES sOUND sOO sWEET ~> ~> yOU
Heart Art
The poem depicts all the beauty you have inside. No picture in the world is as beautiful as the love in your heart.
For The Love Of High Places
If you don't think that there is something magical, even spiritual, about mountains, then you need to go visit one!
Tears
just fantasy of course or perhaps more or less
Dream Lover
Dream Lover In the deep deep night I think of you Dream of you I know you are not real Still, sometimes I feel you are Loving and tender Ready to share your love Ready to share our lives We can fly together My dreams of you I wake in t
"paper or plastic"
“paper or plastic” it never really mattered what she wore eyes like that belied her mind come in close and look behind them no flies on this one natural beauty don’t need no making up high school prom or formal banquet mowing the lawn or sh
I'm not asking much...
About how I feel, I have try to to blow away the dark cloud but it always come again and again
The flame is in You
Looking around, thousands of faces Trying to catch the one from your dreams Millions of eyes , of smiles and of gestures Endless shadows passing by you And none of those hundreds and thousands and millions is able to light that flame inside yo
Andi
I use my name which is pronounced "And I" This brings a strong connection of myself to another. The blending of Souls.
Darkness Before Dawn
This writing is just for answering the little poem By Casey Spencer below, which I read just now. Dreams Author: Winks1 Dreams of mine are empty Nothing can i see The man I love is gone He never had love for me How can I fill my mind With joy and happiness Make me heart reopen Get rid of this emptuness..
The Holy Warrior
It started out as a thought on the destruction and death in the former Yugoslav republics and then just sort of wandered! By the way, if you caught the Pink Floyd reference, then you are REALLY OLD!!! ;) Yeah, I know, me too.
I picked daisies from your garden.
Its sunny,I felt nice and in loving thoughts,and its nice like the Daisies..!
Good-bye
I was once told by a man I consider to be very wise.. that if something just doesn't sit right, no matter his excuse.. drunkneness or whatever..there is no excuse.. abuse is abuse.. and to just run.. how this poem came about..and a past relationship.
why are you so afraid
i wrote this for a co-worker,she just captured my heart,we were getting very close,but when i told her my age,everything changed,she drifted away from me,and left me with a brokenheart,i still talk to her to this day,but it's not the same,i never gave her this poem, what do you think....should i,or just let it rest???
The Internet Dating Poem
I wrote this about some of my bad experiences with Internet Dating and about my hoped for good experiences from the same.