Solace and Liberation
A helping hand that means a lot
Rhetorical question
What is love Slavery or liberation? Reward or punishment? On a sunny day, or dark night? I do not remember But I'm dying without her
My Vacation
I have been wanting to go to California all my life. Most of my trips as a child were to Arkansas where I went to the Gateway Arch in St. Louis only once. Then it was fishing in Hayward or Gordon, Wisconsin.
90's Songs
I do karaoke every Thursday night unless there is a Packers game, Thanksgiving, or bad weather. The DJ said he was having a 90's costume party with 100 dollars for best dressed of a famous person from that decade. I picked out my favorite song from each year. Needless to say it has been thin pickings since the 2000's have come about.
A Little Information
I am going to a shark movie tonight called 47 Meters Down: Uncaged.
MY LOVE
Waiting and waiting for Love to come
captain morgan (worse poem ever challange)
hope this made the grade of the stupid poems. lol..
LIGHT
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Loneliness
Loneliness terrifies with silence when i open the door. I'm listening in my footsteps I'm counting stairs. Loneliness accompanied lighted candles and chillout sounds to improve mood. Loneliness washes the body after a hard day hoping th
The Repeating
Alienate the peace in me, cut all ties, light the fuse. Animate the me unseen, evoke the lines, no way to lose. Free me, hold me, come break me loose. Shimmer me brightly, unveil the ruse. Deny the root of my cold withered stare, as you defi
farewell BMW
Well I took a heavy spill and I royally broke a part of my head I wrote off my motorcycle and I spent three months in a bed well she was gonna be my bike I was gonna be her man but a truck got between us and it quickly put an end to my
"i search for the love one"
I love poetry, ,I believe that this medium is another way to reach out in faith to know you and connect with you lovingly!
You
Always there in times of despair, words so pure Knowing, my fears Always, there showing, you care Never, letting me down Not so, much as a frown The tenderness, in your heart It's a beautiful, work of art I never thought it possible,
the blue whale
we tracked it with technology we fixed a tracing ring in the hope of reading data the haunted click to sing we followed her in boats she pitched a role to play we watched her shoal a stanza as time zones fell away she beached in Californ
Katrina
I thought I was a good poet but then again not. I tried my best to connect but had a proficiently in failing more than want. So here I am slumming in the street of New Orleans. Maybe you have met me. Maybe not. No worry, I treasure yester
If Ever
Again and again when I start writing a comment I am so slow in doing it that my comment gradually grows into a poem. This is as a comment to Fellsman's latest "Just Suppose ..."
Tempted.........
Hmmm......
Is it wrong to fall?
Is it wrong to fall? To expend one's potential as drawn to what one may not alter to only flail at guidance? The gravity of choices inexorable to defend against?
Don't punish me
Don't punish me anymore for bad deeds depth of longing hidden desires quiet hopes interrupted by a scream and sweat drops after a crazy touch for a gentle smile stolen fleetingly and moments of silence after the storm broke out closed eye
Please forgive me
I am entangled in longing eyelid latch sin of hope Please forgive me I still feel the path of your hands even though you hurt sometimes
ACROSTIC AUTUMN
Oh it was composed a little while ago and since writing the weather has been foul---i was fooled
Spell
I light a red candle evoking love Come to me I'm here, I'm waiting. Wake the heart break the ice, warm it. Hug the breath of spring what blooms. I light a red candle evoking love I’ve been waiting for you to long.
“When did you leave”
When did you leave Twilight fell quickly and the flowers have lost their color. When did you leave time stopped in place not giving a chance for tomorrow. When did you leave I began to die slowly stepping pain to feel that I still exist.
TAKE TIME TO BE HUMBLE
This week I came to a screeching halt with a torn cartilage in my right knee. He sent my church family to help me out so very much. Not sure how long will be laid up but I know I am loved by him - my brothers and my church brothers and sisters.
ALONE VS LONELY
You can be alone but not lonely You can be lonely but not alone Being both is not a fun place to be I know because been there you see There are days that the pain is deep Wanting something that I can’t see Wondering just what it would take T
Loving You
This was written to express feelings experienced when love between a significant other has been turned off. It is written to encourage your remembrance of the good the relationship brought to one's life.
"Cuddled in you"
I am very sorry for the mistakes but I still have a lot of problems with my English expression:).
The Journey
This piece was inspired by a gentleman I met on a dating site. Our relationship impacted my life, leaving me with all these emotions and nowhere to expend them. So, I prayed, and got the answer to write the poem (prose). We are not communicating. However, I look for the day we resume contact. The music inspired the title.
Back and Again ........
Old injury resurfacing and making me think about what’s left of the future........
Jamie Allen
JAMIE ALLEN Play ya pipes & hey em dancin drinking wine and a prancing play ya pipes Jamie Allen like ya daa Run on wild tek tha hand tek tha bodies tek tha land run on wild, run em ragged, run em mad Tek Geordies shilling t de s
Beautiful
A writing of the effects of a special partner experienced in a loving relationship.
Ode to Da' Man
Penned to remember a special one from a relationship put on hold..
The Best Thing
It's time to be over so now I have told her And it's good that it happened before she got a ring I know for certain she must be hurtin' Cause she knows she is losing the best thing No I'm not conceited just completed Perfect in every way no
Global Nonsense
Global warming is more than keeping warm.....
summer's end
summer goodbye next year we'll fly she told me... when leaves turn to gold and the whole world gets cold and snows be.. there's a scar in my mind to kindness I'm blind I told her.. but her warmth is a tile on the roof of her smile an
STAR CHILD
Masses of star dust floating around Gathering slowly becoming a form Rotating faster and faster they go Getting bigger making an impr
CRUEL RAIN
Its rained for days i'm locked in
What is love?
I have long been a romantic but don't think I have ever truly been in love. I think I might have been in a sort of love when I was about 13, 14 or 15 and had huge crushes on several girls at that stage of my life but was that really love? I know that many of my relationships were based on 'lust' not 'love' but as I don't really know what love is can I be sure. Anyway this poem, such as it is, is based on my frustration of not really knowing whether I have experienced love in my life as yet.
A school is a Church
I had this from the Lord Jesus I am now working in a school And it is a Catholic school But by its own way it is following the rules of the world rather than their church doctrines I hear their prayers and felt its not for guidance and teachings of Christ but the safety of their daily lives . This is for everyone who works in a school. Spread this message
The Man Who Didn't Know
There once was a man who didn't know And what he didn't know others knew They would laugh and sing through the day express zeal And they didn't seem to feel bad Cause the man didn't know he was sad He'd been that way all his life What could
A Goddess Heart
The most Beautiful goddesses ever turned to stone…..
A Reminder (Pain never says goodbye)
seeing the turmoil my mum is facing, the impending doom she is feeling, lost and a neglected woman, I can't pacify nor console her. . . she's going to a welfare home, for her its as good as going to her own burial. and I can't say a damm thing http://www.connectingsingles.com/blog_60308_1/sealed_in_stone_a_bloody_reminder_to_me.htm