The Masterpiece
This is a special poem for all the ladies that may feel blue on mothers day. Remember you are special.
Patience
Just a poem...
Life
Another random poem...
salvation
my eyes drooling,spakling moist light up smiling of joy and happiness within you set my world on fire like the indians of old my burning embers of you love smoke drifting to the heavens my spirit speaks to you in the clouds in my life you off
high noon two
Jessee two gun james leggs it out Of odettes saloon Want ed for murder his he He steals a horse tied to the post off he ride at speed Kicking his spares in deep His horse blood riden Exhusted hard riden The town folk gatherd b
life drawing
On the chair the lady sits Her bare bum her bumps and all :-) Her long flowing blonde hair barly. Covers her bum At there canveses the group Their paints and brushes in hand ready to paint they Wait for the perfect naked pose T
Eternitarian Soul (for Paloma)
tough one Paloma
The Magical Corner
Thank you All my dear poets...friends .
History Repeating
I just miss my grand dad, from Lucan
the tears or a rose
The tears represennt the pain that was and the rose represents the protection within
Standing Vulnerable
I saw the poem feature and read some poems and thought i have never wrote a poem - Im not sure this is a poem or any good but at least i can say i tried ;)
Mystique (Shadows Challenge)
This was definitely a challenge which I enjoyed taking on. A lot of symbolism was used. The feeling I am trying to portray is of a lost soul with no hope of going on, having suffered a tragic loss wanting to end her life. Definitely had to consult the dictionary for this.
termoil
We started out together Working together as one I. heard you say I feel so close to him as you told your friend Your friend told me she realy likes you and wants to be more than friend My mind in termoil Closed with my troubles I could
You Ask Me
Just having a rant following a discussion with a friend
Last Few Seconds
Can you imagine the deafening chanting As the tears evaporate at the rising of the sun Your obsession to orchestrate scatters in the wind And like a caged animal battles with insanity Sitting there melancholic, sober and thirsty Empty ladle in h
you are the one
oh yes darling you you are the flower thats leaning towards me you are the only one why i call your name you are the one the flower leaning you are the voice in my garden a beautiful voice the only one
Oh! Nathaniel!
just more probing SS
Shadow Sound
in response to shadow1950's 10-word challenge
I feel
Just impressions..
A message to Plucky ( Dark Horse)
Ladies and Gentlemen , friends and poets please do not watch the horrific videos below if you have a weak or sensitive hearts and compassion for these kind quacking animals unless your Plucky or Liam than I am laughing in a very sinister laugh. I have posted videos of Pluckys demise and of his twin brothers. http://youtu.be/jAyFxY4Ntxw http://youtu.be/0xzRKjAiWpY http://youtu.be/Yp6dDXTVDkA
sensual and mystic
The isle of mystique The irrigate lands Harmonieum bond Black decidant rocks With fields open wide green megalith Fields ploughed unobrasive field Restored to full harmony Festuon Tassel with culterd bounds Fuliacerous to no taste
Lost Days
Forsaken and betrayed...
Mind bender
Based on a story I wrote when I was eighteen..
A Lady's Love
This poem is one of a thousand I have written since 1999. I also have been published.
Whining...
Ugh I feel old sometimes...
Unleashed
Here I go again Sophie
I would steal you..shadows challenge
Good challenge
Tears and smiles
Sorry ..to sad for any comment..see you later
Catching Up with An Old Love
the island was Jersey from there we went to Scotland it was good to reminisce but there's no going back our lives are now quite diverse
Damaged People (short poem)
online deception...
Her Special Day
A mother is there for you to lift you up. A mother is there for you in time of need. A mother is there for you in happy and sad times. A mother is there for you to rejoice in all you do. A mother is there for you no matter what you say. A m
Sorceress (Poetess)
New love calling...
A Laconic Man
just a play on some little used words
weir and teir
From knife to wrist, rope to neck, and blood to floor. The girl who has never ben herd now is dead and everyone now cares. They say what they would do if they "knew." But they did know, they all knew the pain they put her threw they just don't care.
Today,Tomorrow
Is all this quietness sane Am I to blame What does it matter Today,Tomorrow twill be the same The fire of youth has faded so And now the age of pain Is all I know Memories once like a link in a chain Started out so strong then weak the
The Man On The Moon
This is a poem all about the man in the moon that looks down on us. Editor: Marikia Written: 15th March 2013
Fare Thee Well
I Just love mermaids! Must always at times look behind to the wake Sophie
SOGAATH
Bad-bahtiye sogaath'an imrozey kawaar'aa kant braath'e keh beh bith duzhmin sadd duzhminey kaar'aa kant hoonaani drradey aamaach jonaani bazein jangal shaantul tahe sheehzaar'aa teerani tawar'aa kant BALACH nah meeraan ent BALACH selah band e
Excuse me if my cries fill the sky.
Excuse me if my cries fill the sky. Excuse me if I flood the plains with tears. You're my life, and I'm running for my life. Excuse me if my life drags in the rear
I asked you for one kiss, you gave me six.
I asked you for one kiss, you gave me six. What teacher taught you, that you're such an expert? You're so deep a source of goodness, so kind That you've set the world free a thousand times.
The face she shows me is a little sour,
The face she shows me is a little sour, Though sugar has never tasted sweeter. Sugar would be bored by its own sweetness If it ever came to know that sour flavor.