Starfall
To distant memories and new beginnings.
EMPTY SPACE
Just missing my Mom who passed away August 5, 2008.
My Dear Son
My dear son, My life, my love, my sun! I cried with joy The day when you was born I work alot For you to have your wants I don't sleep When you are getting sick I don't blame you When you'r being weak I bring you food Protect you f
Il est midi
The only poem I managed to learn in french as a child. And Yet I still remember it (with a little modification at the end) :)
True Beauty
A real true person!!
A Bridge To You..
If I could build a bridge to your very heart This is the day I'd choose to start I'd build it high above your ocean of pain With pillars of steel against the rain I'll battle the wind, the waves, and the sea If that's what
Bumblebee Wine
From a very old, old tale from Vermont Hill Country
I will always love you
Love is the only reason to live Thank you all for reading
Unravelling
I leave you with my swansong, I am taking a long sabbatical to finish my children's novel I started last year and need to get back to to finish. I shall be gone for 6-12 months, but pop in from time to time to read the poems here. I shall not post or comment but this does not mean I shall not enjoy what I see. I wish you all well and may your future journey bring you all you desire. Adios para ahora mi amigo's/amiga's Rob xx
scattered thoughts (pensieri sparsi)
Only small thoughts... Solo piccoli pensieri...
Dripping with Anticipation
This is a true story which happened about 8 years ago. Lori was from Knoxville TN. She was only 38 and she was beautiful. We were supposed to meet but she couldn't drive due to her surgery, then one day she didn't come online anymore. While she was alive I told her "I love you" I can only hope that gave her at least a small measure of comfort in her darkest hour.
A Man behind the Mask
He is a man in the past Keep something in his heart Keep something in his mind His words reflect his mask Hiding behind his own truth There is a fear to face the world His heart was broken so many times His heart feels something to explode
I Call You
Isn't the greatest emotion in the World so grand??
Jack the Ripper
did this when i was 13
Think Of U
THINK OF YOU...
Gifted Hands
A poem for the working man and for The Maker who makes it possible.
Death in a Coal Mine (Child Miners)
Sadly children as young as five were sent down into the mines and should there be a cave in it was more economical to leave them there and keep mining in a different direction. Thousands of children perished working in mines.
A woman's Heart
When a woman reveals her heart for all to see, its not to be taken so ever lightly, for she keeps her treasure very deep within, Hidden, locked with a magical seal.
I Wear Your Smile..
I wear your smile when my face is a frown I wear your smile when my spirits are down I wear your smile when my heart is in pain I wear your smile til' I wear mine again~
This poem is for a special lady!
The goddess of the stars! As I gaze into the sky I begin to wonder.. I wonder which star in the sky is going to catch my eye.. There are thousands of tinny lights and such beautiful sights.. It is also a full moon and my star will be appearing
non- fiction
I remarked to life about something being "obsequisious", then checked the meaning of the word and found that I had misstated it and mentally misspelled it. spurred this ditty.
Faith (Cinquain)
Faith Invisible Comprehendable Believing Resting Trusting Connects with a higher power Faith
THE VERY PROPER GANDER
Those who have fallen victims to slander, scandal, malignant gossip and backbiting can relate to the above. Humankind has devised all kinds of brutal punishment for those innocent of crime who happened to be political opponents and pose threat to the well-being of movers and shakers or just failed to please them. This is a poetic rendition of James Thurber’s parody entitled “The Very Proper Gander”.
Trust in the word!
theses fountains of water that i spill over and through the lands ,come from my destruction of my beauty and only mine ,do not be afraid or question why, because beon theses graves lies a heaven of the bluest sky ,the hope you seek is within my hear
I wish I could turn back Time
Today I was thinking I wish I could turn back time I'd go back twenty years In an attempt to make you mine I could see the two of us Enjoying life and having fun Go anywhere we like Two people, living life as one Laughing, sharing and car
The Reasons You Are Beautiful
To the girl whose beauty is present in all seasons I tell you why you are beautiful, here are the reasons: Your beauty extends into the heavens, it goes on forever and never lessens. Even when the clouds heighten you are here and the world
Kle76am a very special human
I was inspired to write this After reading a poem she wrote. Its been a long time for me And I feel happy its about thee . Stay strong and inspiring Be a lighthouse in the storm You are more than a poet This poem dedicated for you
Love is Like Oxygen
Never Loose Hope
The Birth of Our Savior
I truly wish each and every one of you blessings this holiday season. Please forgive the modern spelling of 'Savior' over the probably much preferred traditional spelling 'Saviour'....
Ship in a Bottle, (request from John)
A kind of challenge from sweet John, lol, hope I got it right, just my take on how it could take on a bit of magic:-)
Unspoken Love
love is not about to say but to feel it
" Let us hurry"
This Poem is dedicated to my Norwegian female Best Friend Heidi Rones who died on 3/08/2015 evening, after being in coma since 11th of Jun 2015 due to heart attack and medical complications afterwards. [
Aborted babies cry!
Hear the babies Cries!
If you don't
I just want to know the meaning of this poem!!
Wilderness Survival
Inspired by Bear Grylis, the guy who eats some really disgusting stuff!
Short Poem On :::: "Tea"}
This unusual poem was written, when I was having my morning cup of tea in my house.
Own Cooper Said
Jerry Clower was a great southern comic who lived from 9-28-1926 to 8-24-1998. He told many funny stories, but also lessons on life and other social issues.
How do you feel when you steal the other works?
'you' KNOW I MEAN "who"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ALIVE AT 65
I pray that I came through with Socrates suggestion. I am turning 65 on July 11th.
THE HIGHWAYMAN
inspired by a flickering candle.......lol.....Andrew.....xxx
YOUR QUEST
when life beats us with socio economic inequities and cruelty and sadness cripple our very soul... we just can't seem to have the courage to wade more but yet keeps the flicker of hope alive...
CS Sample Poem
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