Love to see women cry
There she was..in total shambles There were her eyes streaming like the Alantic Ocean.. There I stood beholding this magnificent sight Such a delicate creature she was I lowered my head and smiled Slowly, I ventured toward her sm
MAMA OCEAN
I read Paloma's poem Contemplation and this poem sprang into my mind. I couldn't get to paper fast enough. Odd how when that happens. Thanks for the unknowing nudge Paloma.
The Roads Ahead
life
Morning Solar
I sometimes sit up for hours analyzing the night Tracing lines from star to star mapping out my life As I liste
In A Spin
a friend who is in love
Unforgetable
The wind wishes me awake to see the freshly falling snow. Their beauty still reminds me of a place I use to know..... It's been so long since I've been gone, is there a place to see? Or will I just see memories distantly taunting me. It was
Homeless writing
I am a published writer with print books on Amazon. Check out 'Searching for Lydia'; I have PTSD from working in too mny war zones around the world. So I named my condition, 'Lydia', and made her into a lovely, dark haired, green eyed ghost that adores me and will never leave me. One either deals with it, or eats a bullet. The writing of free verse is a wonderful diversion; just a moment of practicing. Thanks for allowing me to visit.
Her Body...
Jocelyn...
Why He Lied?
I wrote this poem about a man that lied and hurt me whom I thought was the one for me.
Almong the stars
Let your cigarette kiss me again show me the moon reflected in your eyes holding me tide in your hands take me there again embrace with the stars.
Lonlyness
The morning has come next to me again the loneliness it self She kept me in embrace shadow from the darkness she crept in my dreams.... and made them nightmares... Go away now please let me love again give me chance to show the love a way
Forever Gone
The sunshines gone Grey skies loom over the horizon The leaves scatter amongst the trees Thunder strikes in the far off distance What once was a bright sky full of life Now holds the sun as prisoner Lost is the true free spirit Now bein
For my little angel
That is dedicated to my 5 years old daughter Anna-Gabriella
We, the lovely things
This is poem that I included in my book published last year. Its for Lydia, everything is for Lydia.
You Enable Me To See
I love you more Than I ever thought possible Before You are the sunshine To my rain The antidote To my pain The left To my right The day To my night Your love Gives my eyes sight Where I’ve been blind It opens my heart And Enlig
Together In Rhapsody
Your lips Make me ravenous Weak And unsteady On my feet Overwhelmed By their demanding Intensity Your mouth Delicate Inviting I seek it Greedily With it I must feed Feverishly Continually Mine Pressed against yours Togeth
Albatross
my favourite piece of music has always been Fleetwood Mac's Albatross it is so hauntingly beautiful It sends me every time I listen to it. Its one of the pieces of music I have told my family I want played when my time comes
Give me something
Give, give, give, me something.. Something that tastes like your girlish dreams.. Give me your pensive gaze, the one that drank a forlorn sigh in a lonely cup of tea Give..shall I plead? A taste of your bare feet touching the pristine leaves
Give me Shelter
I can only spend one night a week in town late 12 to 4 oclock to help the homeless. Its quite dangerous in a way. I shall write some day. Sophxx
Declaration of Love
Whistling in the dark!
Her
When you find your mirror...For Jocelyn...
LOVE....
Love me more when I deserve less Love me more when I get wromg Love more when I am lost Love me more when I am sad Love me more,wjem I need love Love me more when all is blue.
timeless(For Bill)
linger a while more
Ode to my kin
Three little names etched in my skin, three little girls they be my kin, going 6 years I have not seen thee, brings me pain hurt & misery. First of the litter her heart is bitter, hates me so she says, then number 2 how I love you, my heart breaks e
Letting go
I have carried your heart with mine for so long now I don't know how to let it go, I felt it's pain, heard it's joy, soothed it's suffering watched as it beat both fast and slow. I know there is only room within me for me to hold my own heart and o
Littlest Angel
How's my littlest Angel doing up in heaven? Do you know how much you are loved and missed? I hope you only feel, joy and happiness, and don't look down to see our tears. We hold you in our hearts forever, and miss you each and every day. I ho
Learn to...
Learn to enjoy your life Learn to care by yourself Learn to love yourself first Then to love other people. Learn to appreciate the health, Learn to enjoy everything, Learn to smile every day.
oh are bird
The oh are bird Sits on her nest Clucking all day long She picks and preens Her feathers Making sure there pristen She nibbles her protien feed Her digetive feed Building up her strengh to lay and feed Nice brown and white eggs she doe
red light
In the twilght they stand These woman of disrepute Their wares on display For all to see Goodies galore Poeple knocking on their door How much for the hour be mine tonight Cars roll up the windows wind down Mmm you look gourges wann
For Violeta
She is thin and under six feet Part of the minority of contractor women On a base full of males I imagine her catching sight of her body In a full-length mirror in her dusty, little room Appraising her nakedness Under a brutal Afghan sun withi
The Timber Wolf
the pack is very complex and highly organized. Only the alpha male and female mate, they both can and do stare the others down to stop both fights and non alpha's from mating. There are usually around twelve in a pack. On average they hunt a range of 60 miles in diameter and can run up to 40 miles an hour and cover 50 miles a day. Non breeding females produce milk and nurse the pups while young males compete to baby sit. They hunt birds and mammals such as deer and caribou and do a howling chorus before the hunt. A litter of pups consist of one to eleven, they are born blind and deaf.
daffodil
In the ground They sit and wait Under the weight of the frozened ground Snow lays dormant laying all around Frost chills the air White snowflakes every where They wait for summers spring The suns glare To rise and be reborn again Wi
Cafe Challenge/Who is she?
Who is the female movie star I'm most attracted to. There's actually 'maybe' three or four that are very close but the one that drives me crazy you must guess. Do you really know the kind of woman that can pull my chain? Take a guess. She's a mo
Swinging Tui
Wicked as Wilding Who only chose to his to put it he such alone upon his milding O)h I'm strange truly as you can be lifting to always no way to be such a sleeze covered on today washed with yesterday I'm saved!
Wishing You were here. PF
ooppps!
The White Tiger
The White Tiger is a sub strain of the Bengal Tiger weighing up 300kg and reaching up to 3 meters in length he is not an albino to produce more white cubs both parents must also carry the defective recessive gene only then will more whites be born they have blue eyes. This beautiful creature is nearly extinct there have been no confirmed or recorded sighting in the wild now for over 50 years they are incredible swimmers they protect and hunt in a patch of up to 75 square miles in size
Chances Are
The hardest part Is learning To share When We deeply care It’s easy to be scared Of losing ~ To lose ones self In someone else Leaves us feeling Vulnerable ~ To lose someone else And finding our self alone Leaves us feeling Undesir
A love letter...
True love is a dream come true...
Paper words
Am I watching to much TV? Lol.
Unspoken Feelings
This poem is about the inner feelings that some of us may feel. Its more than that they are feelings that just go unsaid and as such are in a way regrets.
Words of a Shadow
I sit and stare at a blank wall thinking of all that I wanted us to be and more, but I can't help but feel like I have failed to do something more to prevent this downfall. Instead I cry with a sad realization that I never had a chance to begin wit
farmer
The methanes rising the Air smells of gas The farmer feeds his cattle its daily hay and grass To feed his cattle to be milked From their clean hudders his cows provide his milk Un pasturised it is Clean and refeshing his cows provide Are