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i was once a little kid my dreams where my life, my haunts where my nightmares but i never dreamed of this knife, i saw there was a chance for me to come true, in my dreams i was forever werent you, i never cried i never thought, that i was
world, yours or mine
The endless battle of religion, A disguise most serve man's need for greed and power. The endless fight of good and evil.
love cuts like a knife.
She saw the beauty in his soul felt compassion in his touch She heard fullfillment in his voice And longed for him so much When he confessed he could not love her For of his broken heart She took the bowie in her hands Then cut her own in h
That Day ...
Once upon a time ... You were living life just fine. But, the sky, that day Was a dark, dreary gray. Then, in the blink of an eye ... You became a very different guy. No fault of your own You were simply headed home. A victim
Mushy Peas
A poem about mushy peas
I Forgot You Now
Its happened in true life..
Invisible people
..A written word..
There's nothing worse than your mom's thorns
There's nothing worse than your mom's thorns
TWILIGHT PARADE...
a special time of day....
AMERICA
'TRUTH' Tweaked 11/11/21
life
sorry not great but my first ever effort lot of truth in there
Silly Nana
Yup,my silly nana,dear departed, I smile. xxxx
Your Love
You touch me with your love and care Shower me with loving attention and affection You tell me you don’t care If you have me by your side for one day, one week or a year Anytime I’m free to walk away But I refuse to give in to my loneliness and
my gypsy soul
gathered one behind one they came in a herd throughout the village wagon wheels heard the clanging of pots the clinging of tin staring i was in bewilderment when i noticed him. they searched the fields for borrowed land they settled down
Sawubona..
“Sawubona”, I see you... This ancient African greeting tells a lot about homo sapiens sapiens, We have an insatiable need for acceptance by our kind, ‘Enlightened’ primitive peoples consider ‘invisibility/ridicule/exile’ the worst form of hell, E
MY SPECIAL SON
its about my son
The Language Of My Soul
I wrote this many a years ago Thank you all for your reads.
Searching for Love
The poem depicts a person walking down a beach filled with uncertainty searching for any clues about the direction and discovery of love.
Don't Worry..
When the morning comes Don't worry I'll be here.. It's cold and wet outside But I'll keep you warm.. The coffee's brewing.. I've stoked the fire.. I put in your favorite movie.. Bought that thick blanket you were wanting..
my first haiku
I hope it works...
my shadow man.
~dont judge me by my past, judge me by how far I've come.~ X
AWAKENING TO DREAM TIME
FOR THE ONLY ONE THAT MATTERS, IN THE AWAKENED, AND IN THE DREAM HOURS, OF MY LIFE.
ARE YOU A FLIRT? LOL no I'm not!!!
LOL I am happy to write it and you MUST enjoy reading it!!!! My COMMAND))) LOL I'M SORRY I'M KIDDING))) >_</// I just love FEBRUARY))))) AND I LOVE YOU ALL)))) ^_______________^
MOM'S 80th BIRTHDAY
I wrote this poem in 2003 for my Mom's 80th birthday.
Somewhere Between The Lies
I went out last night and seen something that brought this poem to my mind. It has given much to think about. I was married a long time. It seems some think cheating does not hurt anyone. I was shocked at how some parade their cheating around. Do they use a parade of lies to justify it?
22 hours ago
22 hours ago.. According to my clock Your love was sweet and gentle Solid as a rock But the clock just kept on ticking The minutes were flying by Now with seconds left to tell this tale Not meant to make you cry But I
The princess of Cafe Castle
Many a poet had written of her beauty.. She was not unaware of the exotic whispers that blew through the snow covered forests that boardered the mighty castle Yet, somehow, the words of the poets fell deft on her lonely heart though they dre
SILENT BEAUTY...
twilight....
HALLOWS' EVE (Response to Halloween Challenge)
For you Cafe: Bringing out of the mothballs for Halloween 2018. Nonsmoker's Halloween Challenge 2016
FG3.....Rise Of The Groth...(dreamweaver,prelude)
You can "Google", "dreamweaver the poems" by Andrew Weaver and get a link to see video and about the book on my publishers site, FG1 and FG2, and Viking are all on there....it is free to look at and no-one will ever try to sell you anything, that is totally up to you....have a look though.....Andrew....xxx
Redemption Poem
Today Im taking an easy breezy day off in pineapple fields strumming my Melody then I started singing a poem I was writing with the music of Bob Marley's Redemption Song and this came about Redemption Poem. If you know the music then sing along my friends…Cheers and much love
Lucy
* Names Changed ** A doomed relationship *** "Johnny" rot in Hell **** "Lucy" Rest in Peace ***** S*xual abuse of children, and intentional cruelty to animals; two of life's worst (and most inexcusable crimes)
NO LONGER LOST
Seeking the right door.
Happy New Year !
A little New Year poem Happy New Year to all here on CS !
PAIN
Just had enough experience to understand PAIN, so I jotted this down. added (2) 6/3/18 TWK-3/22/22
My Days Are Numbered
Be yourself and live life as if there is no tomorrow. In the end it is not how clean my floors were or how much money I had I want to be thinking about. It is how many people I really got to know. And how long I could look at just one flower and still see it as if it was the first time I looked at it.
Wordplay Part 2
I have a vague recollection of being in the pre-existence... I've persisted with persistence from resistance that resisted... I've insisted my insistence, without any assistance... I can vaguely recall said dark distance... Persistor existor...
Sweet Babe of Bethlehem
Oh sweet babe of Bethlehem, How sweet Your name sounds... Jesus, Saviour sent by God The Jehovah come to save, as Thou didst! Oh sweet Babe of Bethlehem, What cruelty Thou didst have to face... From birth to death the same So let us learn
What
What path is taken Cannot be taken back And footprints mark And wash away Like memories we thought Would be remembered A journal always open Better left blank
Waiting For You
Missing the feeling of love
Loneliness!
loneliness is a sad state. yet so many of us have to endure. just wanted to highlight this state.