MY WORDS GET IN THE WAY
my thoughts on never wanting to let go,sometimes you get stuck in neutral,don't look forward,afraid to move on...it all has to end,don't ever hesitate,you may blink....and then she's gone!
my writing
can be found on http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poets/CoffeeStains and on www.youtube.com/londonpoet
"paper or plastic"
“paper or plastic” it never really mattered what she wore eyes like that belied her mind come in close and look behind them no flies on this one natural beauty don’t need no making up high school prom or formal banquet mowing the lawn or sh
CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR
this is just a crazy dream i had,just before falling asleep,i grabed my pen and started to write it down before i forgot the thought,when you live alone,lots of ideas cruise through your head.
Feelings...
Feelings a sweet word Like a white dove, Like a red rose Like the sun in the summer Feelings by sweet love Warm ,soft and tender. Romantic feelings Full of romantic things Love,kisses and tender hugs.
A brief history of broken dream
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Plop > Drops A Little Pebble
Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced. John Keats
Heart Art
The poem depicts all the beauty you have inside. No picture in the world is as beautiful as the love in your heart.
Searching For My Other Half
I wrote this because I've been looking to find my other half and using the Internet in large part to help find her.
Heal a Heart/Help a Soul
I wrote this as much as poetry as it's a prayer to God that he might heal my own heart and enable me to be a beacon of his love to my relatives who have strayed so far from him. I have strayed at times also.
The Internet Dating Poem
I wrote this about some of my bad experiences with Internet Dating and about my hoped for good experiences from the same.
Shades of Rose
Just something that poped into my head and I ran with it.
Depression
A bit of a work in progress.
A Yarn
Beware of people on this site who are from Anywhere? Makes you wonder........
Last Tears
About someone I love and then I should let him go..
dreams
About a man i loved, but i ws nothing but a toy that he lost interest in..!
Darkness Before Dawn
This writing is just for answering the little poem By Casey Spencer below, which I read just now. Dreams Author: Winks1 Dreams of mine are empty Nothing can i see The man I love is gone He never had love for me How can I fill my mind With joy and happiness Make me heart reopen Get rid of this emptuness..
Tears
just fantasy of course or perhaps more or less
I'm not asking much...
About how I feel, I have try to to blow away the dark cloud but it always come again and again
..........PieceS oF brOken Hearted..........
i hope u will love it...someone who can relate..
Postcard from my heart
Sitting on a park bench. Nowhere to be, nobody to see. No one to share, no one to care. All alone in this world. All I have to do to pass the time is write another postcard from my heart. Send it to nobody in particular, and hope it neve
why are you so afraid
i wrote this for a co-worker,she just captured my heart,we were getting very close,but when i told her my age,everything changed,she drifted away from me,and left me with a brokenheart,i still talk to her to this day,but it's not the same,i never gave her this poem, what do you think....should i,or just let it rest???
I AM
The pain and self loathing after a break up.
~> nOW hUSH ~> mY cHILD ~>
~> nOW hUSH ~> mY cHILD ~> ~> aND wIPE tHAT tEAR ~> ~> dAY fADES fROM lIGHT TO nIGHT ~> ~> bUT kNOWING tHAT sWEET dAWN aRRIVES ~> ~> sOON gLOWING aT fIRST lIGHT ~> ~> aND wITH tHIS dAWN ~> ~> cOMES sOUND sOO sWEET ~> ~> yOU
My angel..
My imagination if I really meet someone special like a fallen angel for me
If You Were My Angel
Women should be able to identify with this poem easily. I worked with a man who based all of his hideous behavior on the fact that the woman of his choosing wanted nothing to do with him. I wrote the poem as if I was speaking from his perspective, but the man was in every way repulsive, I'm very glad that I am not him!
Treasured Memories
Hindsight is always 20/20..
"waking and dreaming"
“Waking and dreaming” He looked his victim straight in the eye. But he shot him anyway. It takes a special person to do that. But he did it anyway. Up and to the left and it ripped the shoulder apart. It could have been worse but he was a g
Angel of desire
She spreads her wings. All the promises she brings. Her pretty face. Her eloquent grace. Unattainable desire. Watch her glide across the skies. Out of reach so far. Oh my heavenly star. Oh my angel of desire.
Star Has Lost Her Starshine
A lost Soulmate. Another He to take hold of Me. Dreams which must be followed. A Friend with broad shoulders to cry upon. Dreams of a Dream to reach for. Such is Life...
Nutty
now you may think I am a guts to fill my belly up with nuts but you can take this as my word just as a squirrel makes his hoard I will be here cheeks so full each time I feel that nutty pull when pecan nuts on pecan pie or salted cashews catch
When i finally come to find you!
I'd cross the widest, hottest desert, Through the red hot burning sand, Carrying a single glass of water, Very carefully in my hand. And when i finally come to find you, The thing i would do first, Would be, to guide the glass up to your lips
Hope
The hope that I try to let go..
The Chase Is On
Just something over a cup of coffee..i face myself with feelings and write
Internet Spelling Blues
OK, OK, I have to admit that my initial comments were a LITTLE harsh, after all, I am not actually perfect, in fact I am quite capable of outright stupity on occasion, I just happen to be an idiot who can spell correctly! ;)
Moonlight Memories
Just a poem about Memories
Smooth
The flutter of a flute listen to it fly passing all by floats through the sky boundlessly high till the clouds pass my eye as i flutter by slicker than butter I fly strolling like that guy maybe more dare you know
Leap
Jump in and go Wait for the eb maybe the flow why not ask Joe but how much does he know thats up to you or is it Joe only really knows Leaping like does fleeting from foes A pack of dogs or shapes in the fog?
Sounds of Krystal
The blue has gone red butterflies in my head? where i do not know maybe wherever love can grow Brown eyes, kickin' thighs Its clear as Krystal where my heart lies Woe on me Krystal shimmers like the sea Where are you? Thats where I wish to be
Otterman
Perhaps the odderman floats on his back a world above and below in the middle he rows taking life as he goes air and sea, breath air and see the odder man is me equilibrium is where I lie sinking when I dive for food is what we strive only
Parting ways
Such a perpetually perplexing pain whats gained the chance to say hello again hello and goodbye said from birth till the day we die and countlessly inbetween the delivery courteous and mean sentiment not always seen
The tumble lock
There were four tighter than a shut door Two felt One had sunk too low they believed it was time for him to go for he did not evolve, he changed at the whim of a Lass-Hoe In defense of his Lass-hoe he said hell no Two hung One like his white