Just
There seems before me an unending abyss Thoughts waver on in transperancy I don't know them All life seems everywhere all at once And I am waiting to view even just one scene Completely But time stands from his distance, his finger pointing
To Cross that Bridge
Whispering in dark corners of the mind Places the world has never seen Keeping secret And the silence, whose stillness denies Where have you been I saw a landscape, seems a hundred years ago Green fields and towering oaks So strong then And
Is
Peace befalls Dispells the shadows Across his face He seems Silent in comfort And stilled inside this place I am Quiet in admiration Contemplating his gentle grace He breathes So silent, his eyes A soft florid glow Here Where the
Definition of love
Love covers all things and believes all things, Love hopes in all things and endures all things. Love never falls away and won't be rendered useless. But other things will pass away. Love suffers long and love is kind, so kind Love does not brag
Reborn
I have always had a knack for being a creative writer. This poem is about my outlook on life. No matter haw many bad times you have, they will always "die" and the good days will be reborn.
My CS Chat Poem
Mirror mirror on the wall, as you watch us down the hall, you try to frighten and scare us all, we hope and wonder when youl fall, when the room is cold and lonely, this is when we know youl call, some may answer some may not, but this ab
Distance We Can Manage
This poem is like a broken heart that need time to heal,,
War On Want
War On Want Look at war, if that is your taste and deny to me that it is a human waste, not war of battles and killing and dying but war of want and suffering and trying! Because survival is life's only real aim for rich or for poor the end
A Question From The Somme
A Question From The Somme “Could it be that if we were to write our words in blood about a battle’s no man’s land within the fields of mud, and so create a path for modern spiritual trespassers to seek the many innocent souls individual signatu
when Is Friendship , Friendship
Ive been writing song/poetry since 16 n now book n have my site on www.poetrypoem.com/aussiepoet All welcome to go read all different all about life x On there I think theres only about 1000 of what Ive written .
PRESENCE
I wrote this at a time when I lost at love but as they say " better to have lost " etc etc Mark
The Broken Home
How a wife might feel when her husband leaves her for another woman.
starry river
this lyric isa song of russian singer -vitas-
the star
this lyric is a song of russian singer -vitas-
wait for a while
this lyric is a song of russian singer -vitas-
A higher view
Prod me with your loving hands, Stir me from my deep impasse, I long to flee this stagnant rut; My soul, my prison, deadened lot, Which end is just to taste Your wrath; So let me on the narrow path, Thorns and thistles may line this road But i
Solitude Found
Solitude Found When a winter’s harsh voice subsides rainbows crown fields and riversides as the water feeds the earth to show how nature’s seed of peace will grow. Here a new garden by the river blows as springtime in a
The down person
Give me some rain to wash away my pain, give me some dope because i have no hope, give me some drinks so i don't have to think, give me enough drugs that i would think i could fly than i'd die.
Humility
Much of life is filled with tasks as we begin each day, But much of life is wonderful if we can think that way. Let us look at all the people from every walk of life, They are no different in their stress and strife. Wouldn't it
Gift
Love...
Remember me
My best friend, remember me.
Strong Faith
Nothing impossible, if we have a strong faith.
Optimism
I wrote this poem as my challenge in life, not only for me but also to other people.
A Life Remembered
I wrote this after watching the tribute to Michael Jackson. Because I think no matter how anyone rethinks it. Either that being positive or negative. I don't actually think there is a single soul alive, that has not smiled at least once because of this person. I myself can recall smiling when I was a kid, and I was amazed at how he did the moon walk..
when i die i don't sleep
this poem is for jesus thanking him for my dreams even the nightmares i do believe
The Voice
The Voice The crooning on the wireless came when I was a child then forever in my heart the voice was tenderly filed. As my youth grew, a need for the voice grew with me caressing my soul where only devotion could ever be. When first I fell
The Poet Writer
The Poet Writer The poet writer tries to tell his truth to mankind though not from thought yet from his haunting mind. Not in the prose of a story, but remaining within a tale that turned an inner dream into a deadly inward gale. Fed by devils
The Killing Of A Dove
The Killing Of A Dove Fashioned to enhance all that is beauty in life carved gently by the greatest sculpture’s knife this enigmatic creation draughted from above, this woman prepared softly and made for love. Soon tiptoeing in virtue before s
A Princess Rests
Written at the time!
Yes
Sarah smiled Her eyes were downcast And she told a story While her heart beat faster And he listened Patiently at first and with tremendous gesture He knelt beside her She said: "Truth lives like shades of autumn Awaiting spring Dawn's
Solitude In Suburbia
Solitude In Suburbia With quiet pen ready for inspiration to appear I sat, when a disconcerting noise filled my ear. At my favoured window looking through the glass I saw two men with machines cutting grass. Forward and round as if riding
a love like
I wish i could find a girl like this
Sleep
Dream Dream little cerubus As daylight begins to fade Is not the silence Inspired And brings forth all manner of change Sleep Sleep now in quiet The sleep that angels keep As low the moon glows Shining softly Through the glass, its b
Sonnet 17
i like the meaning of love and how it spoke true
the doors
i wrote this for a true poet rip jim
Desire....
love and desire
Misguidence
another ex
Liar
Its about my ex
Drowning By Intent
Drowning By Intent Wasted lives when souls disperse too late to fear the depth of liquid authority in this, the last great selfish act calling death to make a pact, now, bedevilled lives are spent in loneliness and dogged intent! so
They will see...
This poem was written by me when I was upset at the world.
Second Opinion
Second Opinion No curse can haunt an undecided man the more than what he knows in his simple mind, for sure. When told of a diagnosis in his uneducated ear he lives in his head with a self indulgent fear. Squandering his existence with no dail