The Best Ever
Thinking of the woman of my dreams.
"The Rose and the Weed"
One day while pondering the thought and possibility of plants 'thinking and speaking'... I came up with this poem. It's meant to be an analogy of the way people's lives can sometimes be compared to one another. Success vs failure, popular vs unpopular, accepted vs the outcasts. May it cause us all to be a bit more compassionate and sensitive to those around us who may appear to be less fortunate in life's circumstances.
Dear poets here
Please note this is for all who post here in the poetry forum:)
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
Autumn Blushes...
Inspired by Autumn colours...
The Secret Glade
Within a forest in a glade, Is Nature's finest green brocade, It's nestled by a secret stream, Inside the mirror of a dream. If I should pause, to change direction, Go to that place of soft reflection, To sit beneath a sylvan bower, Some dap
A ring
New to the poetry corner. So my poem is not much. Its about a girl receiving an engagement ring
Spring
life renewed
A Healing Woodland Stroll...
The woodland stimulates my senses. ( Enclosed rhyme scheme.)
Woke up to a new world
This poem is probably the most powerful words I’ve read concerning our ever changing world . ! MR Rashid has my greatest respect .
In My Heart
Reincarnation...How I feel sometimes...The Unity of everything...Souls recognizing each other;...A subject for Meditation...
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..
Poem for Megan
For seven years I've longed for your love, That's deep and blue as the ocean's bliss - As winged she flies - a lonely dove - Through the storm's eye in search of your kiss;- No longer I'll watch the empty cove, And dying waves that beg for a try
Lyn (the kindness of strangers).
* Australian saying meaning rough, unrefined. ** Rhyming slang i.e f*cking nuts.
Moon Ode
Moon you serenade me nightly casting your beaming silvery rays touching and filling my weary soul with awesome magical perfection Watching you in your various phases crescent sliver you delight and enchant yet too your half sends heartfelt s
My Mom
Took this long to get to the point where I could write this.
Ode To My Hills
the Quantock Hills were the first to be given the title of outstanding natural beauty in 1956
The Bonfire
Life in the forests, lakes and plains of Minnesota is magical! This is the story of a Bonfire from my little corner of the world.
MY FOREVER VALENTINE
this poem goes out to that special person in everyone"s life! as for me, I wrote this poem soley for jasmine; my four legged wife!
XMAS IS SUCH A JOY
I LOVE SANTA BUT THIS IS THE BIRTH OF THE MYSTICAL ONE! LETS KEEP HIM IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER!
Ode to Canada.
A reflection of my recent first time in Canada, and as a gift to my Canadian cousin who looked after me so well.
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I II III IV V VI VII VIII
She Sails In Beauty
Just had to write one from my lunacy. Needed to add a comma in the 3rd last line.
To Lanagan
Equal time for home sweet home...
true love
Writing this poem has been difficult, a roller-coaster ride of emotions, I probably should have written this many years ago, but I chose to stop writing instead. We all suffer hardships and grief in our life, sometimes it feels like our world is falling apart. The one truth I have found is that our dreams don’t just end; they change and bring new beginnings. Without the difficult times how would we be able to identify how precious and beautiful life is, and how insignificant the things we worry about really are.
Red
This, for love? Fear not concerned reader, she yet lives. "For we are Gods handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do GOOD works which God prepared in advance for us to do... Eph 2:10
ODE TO OLDER LOVE
Some times seniors are forgotten
ODE TO LOST LOVE
I have written this for a very special lady whose mere presence on this site makes my heart sing.If by some miracle I win her heart I will be the happiest (and luckiest) guy on the planet.
SHIRLEY MY LOVE
the love that passed me by for I didn't know she loved me until she started to cry! I just found out that my beautiful childhood sweetheart has passed away!
Ode To Poets
Have you ever been moved by beauty? stood and listened to the birds sing? been transfixed by the sight of deer? Watched the eagles soaring the thermals? gazed on the beauty of a woodland lake? or sat by a ring of fairy mushrooms? Just as na
Thinking of David.
This the story that my Mother revealed to me, about my brother David, her love and commitment to her very poorly son, who died at the age of 10 months, which this day and age would merit minor surgery, such the two edged sword of life.
Beauty Most Everywhere!
I There is much beauty for all to see With the eyes of faith and simplicity For even the night flaunts its thrilling craft With stars and scents and the breezy draught II The hills, the mountains and the gentle shower The bowery green and t
Ode to a Friend
Though written with one in mind, actually applicable to many...
The Rose
I wrote this poem for a woman, who is still a rose I've yet to find; I wrote it to express a hope that's deep in my soul, and a dream I hope comes true. .
Portsalon
This piece is about the first time I revisited a place called Portsalon. It is a place on the coast, with spectacular views, that I have always gone to visit, when life got to me.
"Knock"
Loved writing this. Soph
Happy
We can't always expect others or material things to bring us happiness, we must look within. Thanks for reading, God bless everyone. J
The Sunflower Rises
Conquering new territories climbing up the stairway new beginnings hanging on the edge of a dream an empire arises from dark ashes flash petals catch one gem Through honeycombed dewdrops softly spinning golden the sparkle upon your tabernacle s
FUNCHILD
this poem takes us through a life of wonderful times! the years pass by too fast! oneday; you know your ending is near! you wish to once again be with your funchild and enjoy forever youth! then in a fraction of a minute; you are young again; for death is a new beginning!
HOW I TRULY FELT
This woman turns out was a "La Diabla" twk 8/29/18
GENEVIEVE
i wrote this for my baby genevieve, who i call genna.yesterday, she was run over by a real sicko. and she was walking on the white line.i never had a chance to say goodbye so i"ll say it now,farewell my little girl
The Moon
This poem is my idea of how the moon finds the strength to rise every night to give her light to the world. She hopes and takes pleasure in love.
RE: Mishima
Thank you Ladybee.....
RE: Table for One!
Many can relate to this, a nice read with a touch of humour. Rob...
RE: Blue Moon
Hey Mike, Last night was a "blue moon" or a second full moon in a 30 day period...Most full moons only occur twelve times a year...It looked so enchanting as I am just two blocks from our beaches..You are right though bro any moon, the beach and o...
RE: A winter Collection of haiku's
After having such a hot day today reading these cooled me down ... a lovely write...
RE: Beget Freedom with Love
Thanks Man!...
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