bounce
though you had never gone I found you again our tides of passion waving out, waving in when I'm close to you you feel the same way too we feel like ten feet high we nearly touch the sky so close to the sun we would burn who'd guess that
error
the conditions to most love and marriages.The question is can true love ever be attained?
..all my dreams...
..i dont know what to say...lol
For Amy
I will reach ye down and pull thee from the abyss To ransom thee from his serpent's kiss To embrace thee with an angel's wings And look into eyes that are the jewels of kings Matchless words -- sweet as rare yield For you my friend, your virtue
Apathy
a song i wrote
Water
Water
An Enigma of Today
I always looked up to the positive things in life.
Self impossed exile
Inspired by Gypsyheart's recent poem about being stuck inside yourself. "Solitary confinement of loneliness"
The Road Not Taken
Woww, so complecated, anyone understand this poem meaning...? Free free to share your opinion..hope to hear from you!
Metamorphisis
My dreams are few and far between, with twisted anguish yet unseen, and laced with fear to make you screem. Parts of me have become insane, branding me with a moral stain, and shielding me from emotional pain. Logic keeps me strong and clea
Dad
In loving memory to my Dad, who I hope I will meet again someday
It hurts me so much..
It hurts me so much too see Abandoned animals on streets It hurts me too much too See them without defend, With their eyes full of tears Little puppies,move their tails Looking to you and beging you With their eyes to take the home Or
Don't loose...
Don't loose the hope One day you will meet Your true love. Don't loose the hope One day you will meet love and not only hate. Don't loose the hope In this world will Never be wars . Don't loose the hope That one day nobody
lost love
it's just one i memorized when i was young. thats my favorite poem. it tells on how it's hard to hold on to one person and telling her that you will never forget her.
CHRISTMAS
I work with homeless people every single day. Sometimes there are success stories,, sometimes your heart gets torn out, but through it all are the children, battered women who have no out and those who genuinely just need a break. Please don't forget them.
The coach Potatoe
The moral of the poem is excercise more
untitled
I wrote this for my grandmother when she died and it was used as part of her ulagy
Love
I have loved you for as long as I can remember I married you when I was just 17 My childhood Sweetheart I gave you 25 years of my life Then I lost you to your addictions Slowly I watched you fade away The death of your love for me Left a huge
september 11th 2001 part one
i wrote this poem weeks after september 11th 2001 and had it published in poetry.com and a copy sent to the white house witha response and a photo from president bush thanking me for writing on the acts of war, this poem has been copyrighted for me and published for the public viewing
Waiting for love..
Waiting for love is good When u wait something true That pure,true love Which makes u happy. Waiting for love it deserves When you wait that love Which makes you feel Butterflies in your stummy. Waiting for life deserves When
Soul Swept
You came to me amidst personal glory, and forever changed my whole life story. You showed me I'm not made of stone, you showed me that I'm not alone. My sences are sweapt into a storm, When I think of your kiss,sweet and warm. I think
MY WIFE
A description of the woman I should take for a wife...
rekindle
Oh, if once more were I to be allowed past moments spent with you I'd perish from the rapture of the happiness anew the doubt you carry heavy in your heart of what I said was true that all my sacred vows of love will last our whole lives thro
Prompts
Change is good...
5 TO LIFE
Breaking the silence for all abused.
"UNTITLED"
UNTITLED"" Times of great change are upon us now, to the unworthy we will no longer bow. To the weak who will perish,I shed a tear, and indeed a rebirth is drawing near. For those of us who banish the fear, for those of us who un
fisherman
a true fisherman is a decent lad, one who can fish across the land... for any size fish and pole in hand..from early morning to late at night,hoping to get a atroscious fight. whether it be a catfish or trout... god bless it to be a nice wall mount..
september 11th 2001 part two
continue the fight god bless america , written by brooks ross copeland III wekks after september 11th 2001 copyrighted and published by poetry.com
Buried
I had to say goodbye, once. I know it won't ever be the same, but someday, I hope to say hello again. If she would let me.
The House is Mine
My family put me in an old age home To die like an old man here all alone They said it was because I was talking to a ghost A strange thing I never really meant to boast But she wanted my house for herself to claim She had nowhere else to go,
For Fall to see can we all understand
just thoughts that I always have in my head and if given more time in my busy work schedule and if I am welcome you will see a lot more of my poetry
love is...(2)
little thoughts about love ( in my special opinion )
shadow creek
this needs a little work but its about the fact that no matter what has happened to you in your life good or bad its makes us who we are at this very moment and for me though im not the person i used to be i am thankful and don't try to forget or hide my life from myself or anyone else.
Darker Side Of Me
just another one of my songs
Hope
life and our existence has a purpose, even though if there is none , we need to create one
Amazonian Rainforest
Studies have shown, different strains of virus an flu bugs are being released from the rainforest daily as they decimate hectare by hectare. Fyi.
..me lonly on rock...
....she kidding me alwys...
HOOK, LINE & SINKER
I wrote this peom because I belive that there should not be a limit to the imagination of the human mind.
Goodbye
I have tried to be What is expected of me Now I have no energy To be a part of society I looked for my lover Inside my dreams Under the covers And in everything But there was no one there I have no reason to try I don't want to awake
The First Encounter
This is an Ode to that first moment of Passion that we all experience
This life..
This life is too short To hate each other This life is too short For many tears and pain. This life is too short For so many wars and diseases. This life is too short Without love and happiness. This life is too short For crimes and r