"Love..stand close to me..."
My poem is on Love, unhappiness, when one is not in Love, and joy, when in Love.
Happiness
What is it that you’re searching for? Is it love? Is it money? Maybe fame? Is it what you can buy or where you can live that gives meaning to the game? Is it the clothes you can wear or the cars that you drive that bring pleasure to the r
Sometimes she cries
No don't hang your head in shame, your not to blame she still cries your only a small part why, no names It be ok if the physical part was ok, but god the pain everyday tryin to b alright , spine stiffining body doing things sometimes she cries..
The mark we leave
It always has been something that hurts deep insideof me. I think of how easy it is to forget those people that once were such a huge part of our lives.Im brought to mind my own dear mother, my nana,how much i loved them,but rarley do they cross my mind.Maybe it's Gods way of helping us move on..
Three Things
I happened upon this poem 9 years ago,not long after my wife and I parted following 22 years together.It is from the book "Fallen Angels" by Scottish artist Jack Vettriano and features his early works of art together with Scottish writings.
Empty Nest
An "empty-nesters" poem
When I think about you
This poem has some deep meaning to me I wrote it about the first girl I truely loved and knowing we will never be together again it was a way from me to just release that emotion.
on this terrain
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The Orange Good and The White Sun_2
I stopped and thought, and honestly I didn't know what to say. The one silly conclusion hanging in my mind was if there is so much of death, then it must be good! But then what is good? What is the Good? I looked at it. Something small, shining
The Orange Good and The White Sun_1
I had gotten an odd present for my birthday. That was a huge box, covered in bright and shining paper, with a big red bow. I had been so curious and finally I decided to open the box next day. I was looking at it, fidgeting with it. Suddenly it s
THE LIGHT
This is inspired by the observation that the human race is inclined to avoid the unavoidable, that being their recognition of and their accountability to their maker and creator, GOD.
Black Roses On My Grave
I want to leave this world Leave it all behind And I want to have wings, in case I decided to fly But I'd rather die, I'd rather die Than to have to face, another day And I want to make you cry, just cry It has to end this way Just set blac
all in
i was bored
Finding You
Boots Cords for laces One slightly ajar from the other Old socks curled around them Like a lover keeping another warm Kakis soled and damp from the privies day Lay tired next to the fire Holding the smaller Keeping them dry The mo
Ode to an Upright Vacuum
I think it's self-explanatory.
why
undecided
How Are You? ...Or.. Do You Have A Friend?
If someone is nice to you but never comes to where you live it is a polite stranger If someone comes where you live and thanks you for inviting it is an acquaintance If someone comes to where you live and says “I’m home” it is a friend
OMNIPOTENT
I think God has got no name. He will not refuse to answer a widow's cry even if her tongues mistakenly calls Him Allahovah instead of Jehovah, Allah or Budha. I also believe that God is everywhere. He is too big for the box or a cathedral - not even the Basilica in Rome can contain His awesome essence.
Cheers...
thankyou to CS members comments...
The Reaper.....
Its one I wrote when drunk with mates whilst camping...
awakening
I recall the instant that I breathed sweet air when I first held her and felt all joy that life offered the land that I landed in brought me aware of rewards far more dear than the pittance I proferred more than just a place, it was an experien
Numb
A poem about the transition from one phase of life to the next.
the storm
Bitter is the water I drink And shallow is my pool But my world seems upon the brink And thirsty is the fool So let this hate sustain my soul let anger wet my tongue let pain take its tole And wake me when its done let sorrow feed my sleep l
A Vampires Want
I love vampires.....
End of Summer
In my poem, I felt a bit unhappy, as it is now winter, miss summer, happy memories of love, romance, and sea-activities, like swimming, kayaking and fishing. Birds in the skies, trees, leaves, all describe the arrival of winter, especially, 'icy wind' indicates cold winter. I hope my poem gives some joy, as life reflects summer/winter...like happy days, and unhappy memories, that is life.
Can't Have
If you can not have what you want Learn to want what you have
RIDDLE ~ poet unknown
hmmm...
The Conquerer Worm ~ by Edgar Allan Poe
By far my favorite poem...well maybe not "by far", though it is my favorite. Hopefully you will enjoy it as well.
On The Super Highway Of Love
We’ll tell our kids how we met On the loved up Internet. I found you in the search engine of my heart. Romance at the click of a mouse. We will never be apart. We’ll tell our kids how we fell Into a wishing well, In the classified ads of rom
you will find me (raymond)
wrote this poem some 40 years ago to my very firstgirlfriend. i wonder if she still remembers. xx virgosign
~To SWIM an INFLICTED MIRE~
Many fight for what little they have left after it was almost all taken by their or someone in their past. Written in defence of how we continue an strive to be an us we are and or a created one by others.
~I give you my~
smile, you see it. . . I give you my hand, you hold it. . . I give you my arms, you embrace me. . . I give you my fears, you help strengthen them. . . I give you my love, you recieve it. . . I give you my sad moments, you understand them. . . I give
~As You Sleep~
your face is in peace, lamps set on low, i see you lit in dark of night glow, smile to my face i touch your cheek an think how very specials this time, slight move in peaceful sleep a small memory i vow to keep, you found my hand with yours an hugged
leave a thought an a smile or both:)
Whats your favourite short saying or verse even a chuckle lol that you can share
~Diggin In~
Sharing some personal life experience:)
And yet you say I don't care
What both male an female can encounter at times. Amazing how blind some people can be, poor me syndrome too many people have an they become selfish an make everything about them. Perhaps these kind of people don't deserve to be treated so good!
~Stuck in a Rainbow~
Always different ways to look a things:)
Childhood Memories
Some childhood memories. Don't try any of this at home.
statue on the beach part 2
my armour glinting in the mid day sun cold am i motionless having no fun tetherd in the mid day sun waiting watching having no fun starring at the mid day sun under the sea i will soon lay covered from the mid day sun lapping at my feet the w
this is my life
This is my life. This is my life i question Which isnt fully developed a day at a time, i seek 2 find all my lifes desires, i tip toe through life with out any guidence im surprised im still surviveing This is my life i question I lie in my bed at ni
You Can't Fuc**ng Change Me
I wrote this poem a few years ago when I saw administration care more about its 'rules' than about the success of its charges. I was angry, disgusted, disillusioned...
Alone Again!
Sitting alone in a room at 2 in the morning I try to search.. I search for reasons to convince myself I am fine, I search for reasons to stay, but really I search for reasons to run! I find myself again in that familiar place, the place in my