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
Someone Special
One day I met a special man. At first, meeting was not in the plan. Then one day he changed his mind. That is because he is so kind. Soon we decided to meet, And he swept me off my feet. As time went by, He became "my guy". Hugs N Kisses
Ideas
Ideas I rid myself of you at long last though you stay a wart upon my past. Sleepless nights and pain deep within grudgingly came from you, not given! I remember how on that very first night you took advantage of an unfair fight. That fier
Midnight Scream
Its a poem from my heart,telling men to respect women
When u r a true poet, it's easy!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i am new to this dating thing... one day i was on this site just browsing, when i noticed one of the most beautiful creatures on this side of the planet! I e-mailed her, and just went with the flow from the feelings i encountered by visualizing her elegance.... Crazy, but True!
Imagine MI5 or CIA agents discussing Poetry.
Typed by me in minutes.
For A' That
"Burns and Scott's words..." That's Robert Burns and Sir Walter Scott.
money
i wrote this poem because a email i got here a doctor she said in her words a shrink why am i wasting my time writing blogs a bunch of other stuff true love isn't for sale it just pissed me off so i wrote a poem called money hope you like this one my true honey love you baby
On The Day Burns Died
For homecoming year 2009 in Scotland.
World At War Within
Kind of a few pent up feelings.... Lol! XD
Jigsaw of Life
My Father did jigsaws as a child, I always helped and pieces did go missing, often an important piece of sky, green grass or piece of the ocean. It was often found a long time after, under a chair perhaps when the jigsaw had been dismantled! I thought that this was sad because so much effort had been made to leave it incomplete. Years later I was reflecting on life and people, how things fit in and how we are all different, I felt lonely and was sub-consciously telling myself I needed to find "my missing piece" the one person that completed my jigsaw of life!
Sons Of Scotland
Sons Of Scotland It is sad to hear a summer’s last gasp sigh as through balding forests rising winds cry, when sweet and sour notes fill Autumn’s ear a year’s sun filled season’s last tune we hear! Far more sad when on foreign shore we stand