my wish
Sitting here all alone in my room Lookin through the window at the moon life is hard when ur alone longing for someone to call my own will i ever meet the one who will make my life bright and fun Wondering when i'll feel ur grace will i ever s
Levity or Foolishness
In an email I chose silly juvenile words and thoughts offending someone even though I know better.
~where's my rem ~
A sleepless night! We all get them:)
STRETCH
Ah a little smile for the day cheers all :) Some fun with the honey do list:) lol.
THE NORTH
My home land
Moonflower
Arguing sucks!
America
I wrote this on 9/11/2001
The date
Trying to find dates, and friends!
lost love
I can't remember where i left it, where did it go i've check my pocket, my draws, every were i know I looked and looked but it's no where to be seen i even checked all the places that i've been i asked my friends if i left it here but to no
Firefly
Firefly flying in the night sky Fly thee magnificence on high Tickled amongst the heavens above Patter thy wings on my love Soon the sun shall set the skies aglow And you may wonder what light it will throw Through dense trees it shall be pier
Amnisty
This is about you.
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Footprints in the Sand
I wrote this poem with thoughts of venturing again into new friendship, betrayal is very hard to overcome and leaves vunerabilty and mistrust, the tentitive steps toward new friendship can be like a cripple rising up from the wheelchair to take those first few shaky steps filled with apprehension and fear. Do we ever overcome that fear of treachery to start again or is it merely masked in fear of being alone?
Surprise
Wow you put me in shock, For you had a world to rock! Little did I know, Where my weekend would go. Then when I answered the phone, I knew I would not be alone. You knew where I wanted to be, So you called to surprise me. This you do very w
In the Heat
Loving thoughts.
The Longest Wait
I'm lying here, all alone forever waiting, as the fever grows I think of nothing else, the sweat saturates my entire body, leaving no area dry, but still i lie here ever waiting, for i know my true love with heal me, with one single kis
Slowly I Travel
Sometimes I am too cautious.
Silence
Fernnanda wrote the basic thought behind this poem. I amplified it, and am sharing it. We hope you enjoy reading it :)
Cardinal Sacrifice
I was trying to see these events with his eyes, Icarus, the son of Daedalus. His father seemed supremely arrogant to me and strangely careless of his son. What is there was so much more to the story... http://www.goingfaster.com/icarus/icaruslegend.html
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Why?
I wrote this poem to my daughter who went through and bad time.
bees
i wrote this cos i love bees
Dreaming
I wrote this one day thinking about whatI would want in a Patner.
coo
it's about a coo on a hill, who was there yesterday and might be there still
Unfolding Mercy
This was written for a word bank contest...hope you all like it WORD BANK: reach wind fire angel tattered serene nature willing smile flowers
Sift
A poem i wrote when i was crying
Time With You
Every night after nine, A little of your time is mine. Off to work you go, As you call to say,"Hello". Every morning at two, I get to spend your lunch time with you. It's only on the phone, But this way you are not having lunch alone. There i
In the grooves..
The world fits in here somehow, somewhere. In the palm of my hand. Between the grooves, the life, the linx, the expectations-- reflections. So hard to see where it all goes to or from which it came I hope it makes sence, eventually.
Young words unspoken
Like a baby rabbit she smiled quite timidly. He tried to hide his feelings as he helped her lift the boxes. They stocked the shelves in white noise silence and he often stole a look. He was quite enthralled with this lovely girl. He could probabl
War Is Bad
me and my friends have totally been talking about the war in the east and we totally think it's bad. Anyway, i hope someone in France reads this and feels bette. Huggies. ^.^
Like Poison
Seeking an escape from the pain doesn't usually work well for me.
I did an I was
my 50th birthday party an sharing with all my friends
~in my hammock~
between pine's I lay care free closed eye with nature's flute'd ballet........ gentle breeze blankets me cradled rock tween ere trees....... peaceful place to have found close eyed sight quite profound. . . . . think here's for a while where I'll sta
Then and now
Memories. And moving on still having hope
The Sea of no return
DAY DREAMING AGAIN
Could you just listen??
I wrote this one!!
My ANGEL IN BLACk
This is all true and my guardian Angel became a good friend of mine a wounderfull young man I was having a really hard time dealing with things when my husband died in 1999 and I didnt want to live then out of the blue this wounderfull man showed up at my door when I asked him what he wanted he replyed with the words I have written There really are Angels with us
Life without love
Life with out love is no life at all.For love is the vary rision for being,It is the meaning of life.It cannot be bought,It cannot be sold. Love cannot be eurned.It must be given.Love is stronger then iron,but more valueble then gold,Love is like an
Running Out of Time
Well I wrote this poem when micheal jackson died it got me thinking because no one expected him to die it just happend and the whole world was left speechless.
The fruit that hangs daringly
I wrote this poem after a failed relationship that I tried so hard to salvage only to discover I was wasting my time...it was a very sad and painful period