WHAT I SEE
I've seen the fire, that you think that you should hide. try not to show it, bury it down deep inside. though you don't know it I've seen the flames there in your eyes I know you don't think it's true, but I see more light in you than you do.
You do not define me!
These are the lyrics to one of my favorite songs. It's important to remember that even in faith we are constantly tested. The devil will never stop trying to get to us. You have to fight to remain good and pure in all that you do, all the time.
Queen Searching Lost Kingdom
The poem "Queen Searching Lost Kingdom" is a beautiful and deeply evocative narrative, eloquently capturing the journey of a queen in search of her lost realm. It effortlessly weaves the theme of perseverance, love, and the power of hope through its exquisite lines. (To Maharlika)
neon rain
writing some blues lyrics..
my love
it talks about the vibes of a healthy relationship
Love is sometimes bitter
Please forgive how bad the poem is. I have not had my Morning Coffee yet. My kitty also keeps interuppting me to play. Five minutes into it, she curls up and starts snoozing.
It Takes Two to Tango
This poem, titled "It Takes Two for a Tango," is a beautiful exploration of love and partnership through the metaphor of a tango dance, taking place in the natural backdrop of a blooming garden. Each flower represents a unique aspect of love, making the poem rich in imagery and symbolism. The poetry flows rhythmically, much like the dance it describes, and uses the flowers as a progression through different stages of love, from passion (roses) to purity (daisies), commitment (lilies), joy (sunflowers), harmony (tulips), mystery (orchids), gentleness (violets), brightness (marigolds), and finally the culmination of love's journey (garden).(To Maharlika)
Christmas Shopping in November
Already watching Thanksgiving and Christmas movies. I started off with Charlie Brown's Thanksgving and also watched the best of Saturday Night Live's Best Thanksgiving sketches.
Corn
just musing around, where are all our poets, winter hibernation?
To My Mongol Love I want to make my Husband
I am protesting genocide against the Mongols and desperate to marry a Mongol man
Loss
I wrote this poem at a time when a dear friend had lost his wife in a tragic accident. I saw how much he grieved for her and it broke my heart. I chose to write This poem in a feeble effort to express, in some small way, my condolences And an empathic understanding of what he might be going through.
Dog on a Chain
Hold up in the storm comrades
Wings of an Angel
I wrote this poem in my bedroom at a private French Chateau in central France in December 1999. It was a very difficult period in my life emotionally with someone special floating in and out of my life at will. The writing of this poem was cathartic and helped me overcome the emotional roller coaster which was playing havoc with my working life at the Chateau at the time.
Love is an illusion
My heart is as pure as that of a child My passion is hot and my temper is mild I do have love in abundance To share it with you, I have no resistance Then why can't I find someone to love me? A special lady to set my emotions f
RESTLESS & LOST
The feeling ..hard to explain I recognise myself only in name the sense of self merely a shell the only feeling - living in hell The light - end of tunnel is barely in sight as sleeplessness reigns yet another night So much to live for but la
Jeeves
Jeeves of course was the butler.
"Desire"
Your desires engraved in the look your face, eye flame. I do not run away against the pupil heat burning skin. I serve raspberry breasts swollen with longing you rock the depth of your hand mouth by touch asking for more. You intertwine t
“When did you leave”
When did you leave Twilight fell quickly and the flowers have lost their color. When did you leave time stopped in place not giving a chance for tomorrow. When did you leave I began to die slowly stepping pain to feel that I still exist.
Spell
I light a red candle evoking love Come to me I'm here, I'm waiting. Wake the heart break the ice, warm it. Hug the breath of spring what blooms. I light a red candle evoking love I’ve been waiting for you to long.
Evening desires
Dusk, a lullaby of hidden desires with faster breathing drunken hopes. Dusk, aurora touch with the smell of promises. Dusk, a touch of wind on the skin the sensitivity of giving. Dusk receiving every particle our existence.
Don't punish me
Don't punish me anymore for bad deeds depth of longing hidden desires quiet hopes interrupted by a scream and sweat drops after a crazy touch for a gentle smile stolen fleetingly and moments of silence after the storm broke out closed eye
Please forgive me
I am entangled in longing eyelid latch sin of hope Please forgive me I still feel the path of your hands even though you hurt sometimes
LOVE FOR EVER
I WANT SOMEONE TO LOVE ME HAS MUCH I WOULD LOVE HER
Loneliness
Loneliness terrifies with silence when i open the door. I'm listening in my footsteps I'm counting stairs. Loneliness accompanied lighted candles and chillout sounds to improve mood. Loneliness washes the body after a hard day hoping th
Rhetorical question
What is love Slavery or liberation? Reward or punishment? On a sunny day, or dark night? I do not remember But I'm dying without her
Touch
The body trembles in anticipation on touch. I close my eyes and wait until your hand circle incomprehensible characters paving the way oncoming performance.
STILLNESS TO STILLNESS
I wrote this poem, after witnessing a fairly violent rainstorm, the beauty of the silence, before and following it, and the awesome happenings of nature in between inspired me ! I wrote it in 1969, while expecting my 1st. child, my dear old freind a poet himself, Raymond Trowbridge was part of this inspiration.
IN SACRED SILENCE
I wrote this poem, following a period of quiet inner reflection!September 2004.
Ever Memorable Star !
to michale jackson
You are here...
You are here when I’m wrong. You’re my heart, you’re my mind… When I’m weak, you are strong. You're my eyes when I'm blind. When I fall, when I’m lost, You are here, you’re my way. When I’m hell, you are frost. When I’m coast, you are bay.
unforgetable
every time we have to understand others felings too..
a love like
I wish i could find a girl like this
wait for a while
this lyric is a song of russian singer -vitas-
a hopefull life
no one can avoid waiting ....if yes..there is no life..
Rainforest
I used to be a vegetarian. I don't have a clue what type of poem it is. I am just a poet.
Junta Johnson
This poem is about the JFK assassination.
OH MORNING BREEZE
I wrote this poem, under the blissful spell of a cool breeze, on a beautiful spring day ! Some people call it Spring fever, and I don't know why ? I was feelin' really COOL !
WHY ?
I wrote this poem, the day I turned 60, (09-09-2007) out on Johnson's beach, walking barefoot on the sand. I was completely swept away by the awesome power of the beautiful gulf, n found myself just a little jealous of the waiting shore. ! I offer no other explanation.
WORDS
Words like our thoughts, carry a strong energy ! I wrote this poem, as a reminder to myself-to always remember... just how powerful words truly are. In particular, those that we speak, to our selves !
Mended heart
Please..let me in to your tortured heart Where I can repair it from within. I'll mend your heart with threads of gold, So you can love again.
IN MY EYES
written 04/12/1969, and dedicated to my son, about 2 wks. after his birth ! What a beautiful time in my life !!!
money makes pain...
its not good to live only for money...
RE: To Be
Right you are Andrew. One's soul never seems to change....
RE: stung.............
awesome sharing Nu, what a neat experience i love how the most beautiful gifts are free!...
RE: out of the moon
the wolf is one of my favourite animals so proud and free. beautiful tribute Liam a fine pen...
RE: Will you still love me when I'm 137?
Ty Bill.. Must be the nicest compliment ever given me..so I called the wildlife society and asked if they had a few gallons of beetroot where my brain might be preserved in a plastic coffee can and placed on the same shelf next to Albert Einstein...
RE: Anticipation.
As we get older Kathy we do it more often, painted a nice picture here Rob...
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