LOVE LOST
I WROTE IT FOR THE ONES SEEKING LOVE
America
got my plane to America . went via Amsterdam, just a guy from scotland, looking for the promised land, went to deep south Alabama, you no I is for sure, although I may be different, you know I is for sure. drove all the way to florida , pa
untitled (still cant think of a title)
a personal poem
"Because I know what love is"
This is a lyric, nice Brasilian song. Hope you enjoy the words. Thanks :) xxx
North America Thanksgivings
Chatter of knives an forks on the plates turkey n ham harvests in now. Family's in chairs soft is the air gathering of thanks the only exchange. Purest of holidays all's to share's food an space. Pass the food back an forth's the only give an take, s
My Dear Old Ma.....
Hi All, This one is for my dear mother..... Thanks for comments and reading Tiger
Pointless
I go out Monday nights when bars are empty. I long for a connection but nothing happens People are at home, holding a babies, watching telly, or writing stuff like this
Ma
We sat at the Christmas dinner table eating the four course meal she’d just made this time last year she lay in hospital waiting to die I asked her to sum up in a sentence or a word what she’d learnt in the past year “Live” she said
Doors
A day of contemplation.
wrong time
let go of person your holding now,if your for each other then it will be
Why is so hard..
Why is so hard to find true love A sincere love based on true True feelings,respet and honesty. Why is so hard to find u partener Maybe the distance,or the world In we live full of lies,untrust And greedy by money. Why is so hard to have
What If
What if I was beginning to fall for you Would you neglect my heart Would you tear it apart What if I offered my undying love And promised to never hurt you That's the last thing I would ever do What if I offered to give myself unto you My hear
Its winter time
The approach of winter the cold the rain we long for summer to come to brighten are day
Poetry Book
To all you wonderful poets
it's Heads ! I lose :)
But do we ever really learn ?! i hope you enjoy this. xx Virgosign
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my heart used to feel as heavy as lead
The two angels are my son and daughter.
Tuesday cycling
In my poem, i like to describe my expereinces, like when i went cycling, i am not a thinker, it is more feelings. As i cycled, (apart from being a nice sports-hobby),i described the country fields,birds incorparating the smelling/hearing senses.The straw that broke the camel's back, is reflecting on very day life, hard times, the heavy blows, one endures. AS one is single, looking for Love.Cycling till one finds Love...
~one of the hardest parts~
Written today for my sweet sister who realized her wrong and contacted me today. Sometimes one has to step back an give space:)
Special
yesterday I knew the way, Today i'm lost and weary, never short of something to say, but you can see right through me, Was it all inside my head, or do we have something special, after all the tears are shed, can you meet me in the middle.
my guardian angel
really ,, i hope she like ??
my lady-2
My lady ,, What a beautiful to write for you ?? what a beautiful to write about a pardise from jasmine and lily irrigated from the kind rivers of your eyes ,you know what I see when I look in the paradise of your eyes , I see the jasmines coloured
QUIETLY
MY BODY LANGUAGE SHOULD BE ENOUGH, LOOK IN MY EYES, WHEN I'M AROUND YOU I FIDGET AND TRY TO DISGUISE. YOUR SO BEAUTIFUL, I FEEL UNWORTHY TO EVEN LOOK. MY HEART'S POUNDING HEAVY. I'M AN OPEN BOOK. I COULD NEVER HAVE YOU, THIS I KNOW, I'LL STARE A
in the distance
To a woman my hart looks for I write to let it out are you the right woman
desperate
Just for laughs. I dont like my romantic life just now and I love to fun myself, gettin old I guess
When nature calls
the thoughts that come when lonley
To Lye In A Grave
I wrote this poem during the time where all that was on my mind was when would i die, when would it all end and how. But there's more to life than death
False Hopes
Forget it, I'm tired of thinking Can't put up with your out of control drinking You promised, even through clenched teeth That you would stop, just for me But that was too much to ask of you And your lies just cover the truth I can't live on fa
HEART OF STONE
just to say that we should never grow cold, never be so hurt that we dont keep trying.Without love from another what do we have?
You tell me
its about a cheating girl i had the misfortune to have feelings for
your eyes your sight
The eyes have there luster There shine there truth They never lie That can never forget They are our truth Our morels and our hope Thay let us are the sky A baby for the first time Worn is of danger Tell us where to hide Thay put
I Want To Hold Your Hand
Your hands were made for mine They fit together just fine Whether we sit or we stand I love when you hold my hand Holding hands and walking side by side Makes me feel warm and happy inside Something I always want to do Is to hold hands with yo
with out light
I deal with out gods guydennce like a bird with out flight
broken down yet travelling
saw a man wizened gray hairs askew skinny clothes leather jacket and skin carrying his most prized possession a carton of cigarettes sometimes life is reduced to the basics see a woman in the mirror middleaged child face circles sunken like
hearts injustices
just read it...
THIS DAY
it's my start the day prayer
A breath of fresh. . . . "water"
In the mountains of northern British Columbia a canoe trip that almost took me. july 15 1982. The peace i talk about is the transitional peace that i believe's not attainable until moments before you die.
DREAMING
need i say more...?
WHAT WAS NEVER THERE !
THIS IS ME, ALL ME. EXACTLY HOW I FEEL ALL THE TIME.
The Event of Every Season
Wish I can capture every moment of my love for you.
LULLABY OF REASON
I want Africa to stop fighting wars and start building bridges.
Spirits of the Pharaohs
Trumps and turnips Turned earth turning the meek Have you found the happiness you seek? Did you see the chaos wrought? Great distance or a narrows, Life and love, spirits of the pharaohs, Lover’s lane, or faraway plain, The irony, its all a g