My nocturnal friend
I have not seen you out for many a night, what happened to you, my nocturnal friend? You used to be a common evening sight, but now those sightings have come to an end. The only time I ever see you now is when behind my steering wheel I’m sat
Heart Felt
the best things in life cannot be seen or touched just felt in the heart and the heart grows stronger when shared by we two
MARTIN VAN BUREN HIGH
TIME GOES BY TOO FAST
Always My Friend
Always My Friend Written in Memory of Stacey V. Bell We were friends before we were together Who could've predicted that Our friendship was meant to last forever We made memories, both good and bad
The American man! :)
That poem is for the American men!!!! It means the men are very h*rny, then!!!! I wrote it, because I love the hot, handsome, attractive, romantic and sexy men, who love the sex!!!!!
Bithday present to connie
had a dog,a lurcher,terrier,on Feb,19th,had to bury her,Didn't know she was ill,if only knew? disease of the womb,did not have a clue,hope im forgiven for not knowing that,and connie im sorry,for being a twat!! to me you a daughter that i never had
IF
The importance of such a little word...
The word according to the word.
Poem category says nature. It is the closest description that I could choose - the nature of the word.
Brothers
this poem comes from the chinese tv series Romance of the Three Kingdoms. the poem was writen by Cao Zhi brother to Cao Pi. when Cao Pi took over as heir after Cao Cao passed away, Cao Zhi was under arrest by his brother Cao Pi. for not showing up for their fathers' funeral. so Cao Zhi was asked to take 7 steps and develop a poem by the time he stepped the 7th step. or he would be punished by marshal law. I enjoy this poem alot and it really has meaning and depth.
Sandie
Connection, life within clouds. I couldn't write directly to her but I had to write. I felt that love had flown but was so buoyed by the love I'd known. 8 weeks to uncover too much too soon, online & telephone realities & runes. Mellifluous her voice like a gentle sea breeze," it's only me "she would say, setting my spirit free.
LOVE 2 TXT
Its the first poem I ever wrote and I think the best one
Christmas won't be Christmas
Just feeling kind of down this time of year, since I lost my husband. Wasn't sure I wanted to post it, but just had to get my feelings out..
Stay positive, without it life comes to a standsti
I wrote these Keven
Under The Fridge
I should clean you more often, so i hear From the bugs that came out from there, last year. I should care and tidy, what others don't Got, I should keep maintaining my fire, so it stays hot. It should be kept spotless, and not a flaw. Cause,
red sun
Rise its a new day To bask in the heat the sun Temps high Radiates it generates Warmth that ray of sun Heat envelopes Wraps the soul warms the body Comforts are soul Heat absurbs wheres it gone Into the body Heals are soul The joy of
"Love Skyline"
Wintertime Wicked wind outside Staying indoors Waiting for friendly wings A glass of wine Hearts glide Streams interweaving moors My caring robin sings What a joy! Plain pleasure Delightful and Divine Naughty boy! Unpretentious trea
Hmmmm.
I'm a Artist... Finally I have some speech in paint.... ??? Maybe/ could be/ most probably. If no one listens to your tongue... " PAINT IT ". !!!??
The Old Barn
Many inspirations taken from abandoned buildings such as an old barn.
Shipwrecked
Illustrative of my penchant for sonnets.
Front Door (Rev@32)
Wrote this back when myspace was hot. It was a semi-dedication to an ex and drew from the same inspiration. was not my intention to win her back or sway favor to rekindle what we lost... yet a reminder of a good time. Rev@32
Saturday Club
A glance back at more innocent times and the child still within.
Lui
Just a little fantasy :-)
Love
It's all about the love of God
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I've been having drink's setting through the night thought i should write it down before it leaves my life it's so hard to explain wasting time writing rhymes is a passion of mine and your picture can't get off my mind You say you're looking for
Brown eyed Woman
I stand on a cold snowy night nothing but a full moon and bright stars in my sight would like to send a message but the air is taking my life with thought's we've never met so how can this be right with only an image of your face standing in the
Due Thanksgiving
“Due Thanksgiving” is a poem I wrote a couple of weeks before the American holiday of Thanksgiving. Our “Harvest Festival”, if you like. And it’s celebrated on the last Thursday in November, each year. And, a couple of weeks before the actual holiday, I got into a reflective mood, thinking about that first Thanksgiving, (Which has devolved into a very commercialized excuse for a “family feast/get together”, now.) and what it was about. And I ended up writing the poem, “Due Thanksgiving”. It’s my take on what “Thanksgiving” is really SUPPOSED to be about. Although it rarely is, today. And there certainly is a religious aspect and context to the holiday, as well as the poem. It started as a Celebration of God’s bounty to his people. And the particular people who started this great “Thanksgiving” were, in fact, “Christians”. A small offshoot branch of “Christianity”, but Christians, nonetheless. And, for such a long poem, something that you may find interesting, is that, from start to finish, this poem only took me between 2 and 3 hours to write. It was almost like there was a hand guiding mine. But the poem isn’t meant to proselytize Christianity. Most people that know me, will tell you that I’m NOT a “religious” person. And, if you’re speaking in terms of “organized” religions, and/or churches, that’s true enough. But I DO have a “spiritual” side. But I think that a man’s “spiritual” nature is his own business! Between him, and HIS “God”. (Just as I don’t feel MY relationship with MY “Higher Power” is anybody’s business, but mine and His! And you might be interested to know that this poem was originally written in a 4 beat meter (as are the majority of my poems, for some reason I’ve never discovered/understood). But, after people bugging me to “do something” with this poem (which is one of the few poems of mine that I’ve shared, openly, with people who I thought might appreciate it) for somewhere around 30+ years, now, I’ve finally broken down and had a poster made up, with this poem. And, to do that, I tried to break it down into a more natural “spoken” rhythm, which is the version you just read. But there are actually several versions of this poem. (I have a propensity for RE-writing my poems. I NEVER consider one of my poems “finished”. They’re ALWAYS open to rewriting, if I think of a way to say something that “I” feel is “better” than my initial phrasing.) Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
Due Thanksgivimg
“Due Thanksgiving” is a poem I wrote a couple of weeks before the American holiday of Thanksgiving. The American "Thanksgiving" is, basically, a harvest festival/feast. This banquet became known as “Thanksgiving”, because it was meant as a “Thanks Giving” to God, for the bounty He had given to His people. And this harvest banquet became an annual event, which, over the years, spread to all parts of what is now the United States of America. And it’s celebrated on the last Thursday in November, each year. And, a couple of weeks before the actual holiday, I got into a reflective mood, thinking about that first Thanksgiving, (Which has devolved into a very commercialized excuse for a “family feast/get together”, now.) and what it was about. And I ended up writing the poem, “Due Thanksgiving”. It’s my take on what “Thanksgiving” is really SUPPOSED to be about. Although it rarely is, today. And there certainly is a religious aspect and context to the holiday, as well as the poem. It started as a Celebration of God’s bounty to his people. And the particular people who started this great “Thanksgiving” were, in fact, “Christians”. A small offshoot branch of “Christianity”, but Christians, nonetheless. And, for such a long poem, something that you may find interesting, is that, from start to finish, this poem only took me between 2 and 3 hours to write. It was almost like there was a hand guiding mine. But the poem isn’t meant to proselytize Christianity. Most people that know me, will tell you that I’m NOT a “religious” person. And, if you’re speaking in terms of “organized” religions, and/or churches, that’s true enough. But I DO have a “spiritual” side. But I think that a man’s “spiritual” nature is his own business! Between him, and HIS “God”. (Just as I don’t feel MY relationship with MY “Higher Power” is anybody’s business, but mine and His!
"this has no title"
This I coined when all of my Best friends were stoned on "The rock", When I was about 15...And upon the rock there was a small stream that cut out a cove under it and this is where I painted this, and it is still there to this day.
Life Lesson From the Sea
While walking the beach today, I learned a few lessons. I collect sea glass and old collectibles, that wash up on shore. I find it very relaxing and adventurous! It isn't always easy to find these treasures, it takes patience and an eye to spot out t
Mr.Right
I wrote this poem four years ago.I wrote it a time when I read and studied Isaiah 54 vs.5 and realized how special we are to Jesus.If we were not special to him he wouldn't have died to save us.I want to remind singles here that they are special to Jesus and they should never forget this.I hope this poem will touch someone just as it has help me to stay grounded.
To My Dearest Juliet,
It comes from my heart & soul for the true love I am looking for and says everything I would ever want her to know until the day we meet.
""PRETENDER"
While having a get together at my house in the year 2000. I was simply sitting on my couch. Just people watching as I often do. As I was listening to my friends talking to one another. It accrued to me that every person telling another person a story was lying and pretending they were someone they are not. I was baffled as to the fact that everybody who were talking was "PRETENDING" to be someone or something they arent. I picked up a pen and wrote this poem. It was the very first poem I had written. I hope that it makes since to you and you like it. Thanks!
Keys, Hammers and Strings
seven years old untapped talent passion even then do you remember? we met and with every scale i touched 88 generations of my past my future they were all familiar and loved me as i loved them with every chord the whole world
Charge to the Goddess
I wrote this to give homage to the great Goddess for she does come in many different ways within our lives.
My Dog, The Cat
For my little guy!
A beautiful woman
Just wanted to give a better outlook on what a true beautiful woman is.
Gimlets
Reflections on Faith and Fate.
SELOTL
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times, And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes, And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes, Oh, do they think could bury you? With your pockets well protected at last, And your stree
BELLADONNA
soft and sweet from your head to your feet amongst all maidens you are the most elite.
In My Heart
Reincarnation...How I feel sometimes...The Unity of everything...Souls recognizing each other;...A subject for Meditation...
Ode to Davina
This is a Fond Rememberance of my dear Mother Davina Yvonne who died at home on April 13, 1998. Aged 76 years. Davina the loving Mother of Susan, Carol and Tom.
faint breeze
Solitude the open beach calls To walk for miles The statues hide upon the sands Tetherd where they stand Thier metal bodies glint in the twilight dusk Motionless tetherd they stand They watch and wait ships pass by to journeys far The