MY MAMA MADE ME
its about my mother the way she raised me up. she was a single mother but she took no none sense. when i am not in a good mood i always remember her. i wish she leaved longer to see me growing.
HOW I TRULY FELT
This woman turns out was a "La Diabla" twk 8/29/18
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.
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.
"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.
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
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Tarzan and Jane
the record was recorded a while back the words are always important freedom from the politics and hustle and bustle rumble in the jungle Tarzan and Jane
ODE TO OLDER LOVE
Some times seniors are forgotten
Dear poets here
Please note this is for all who post here in the poetry forum:)
He Made You Mine!
wrote it at age 18, The one and only time was ever inlove...
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.
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!
THE TINY BALL OF FLUFF
First written: 12th July 1997. In memory of my lovely Persian cat who died aged just over 16 years. Sent to The International Library of Poetry 15th July 1997 Published in hardback book, ‘Quite Storm’ Spring 1998, also recorded on Poetry to Music via the
Field and Flower
I Oh barren field, oh field of arid slumber Fate has deferred her promised strength; The dawn has spent its vaunted power And age now marks each hasty hour II But Grace has held its tender course Through the noise and the quie
Sniffy Do
Originally, this poem came from the ancient Greek. The title was something like oikemon parthenos pussypoo. Apparently, Athenian women took offense at the lack of a believable story line. Men had few complaints. Somehow it appeared centuries later, in the waist packs of Visigoth warriors, on their way to Gaul. More recently, a copy turned up in an excavation site near Oslo, along with a collection of stone sex toys. Check out the neat meter, which is not unlike that of the sonnets of A E Neuman. Slick.
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.
Life is a Novel
At each day we rise we get to write a new page Discovering what is most alive in us and releasing it to others During the day we contribute to each others novel Challenged by life’s ups and downs we write our stories As the day wares on we get to
A Field Worker's Soil
Most people (ignorant, so to speak) immediately assume that all hispanic immigrants are good for nothings, that they belong in the rice fields. Little do they know, hispanics in general are labor ready workers, hard-workers, willing to sacrifice whatever it is necessary to provide their families with daily food. They're underpaid and disrespected, this poem was written in honor of those great men whose fruit is the product of their labor.
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 joy
I live where beauty surrounds me, and this my tribrute
saint marys church yard harrow on the hill
in the churchyard of st marys , right next to harrow school. a plaque on the wall said Byron used to sit on that seat and compose, so I thought id have a seat and composed this.
Enduring Values
I If I were to consider the world’s best offer And examine the mounds, one after the other The richest attire and the finest gold rings All objects of envy of peasants and kings Yet, in the darkness, away from the glitter Fineries so often lo
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..
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.
Adrift for not, a thousand years
This flowed one night during a tough time in my life. Cheers all. :)
Thanks and praise (Bob Marley)
All about bob...
The Best Ever
Thinking of the woman of my dreams.
MR HAMBURG (dedication)
MY WONDERFUL J.H.S. 109 MUSIC TEACHER ; MR HAMBURG WAS; AND WILL ALWAYS BE; THE BEST!
Gimlets
Reflections on Faith and Fate.
In My Heart
Reincarnation...How I feel sometimes...The Unity of everything...Souls recognizing each other;...A subject for Meditation...
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
"Knock"
Loved writing this. Soph
XMAS IS SUCH A JOY
I LOVE SANTA BUT THIS IS THE BIRTH OF THE MYSTICAL ONE! LETS KEEP HIM IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER!
a Twin wind
written, yes it's to a special friend's loss.
Grace Has Taken Me Through!
I Grace is the sustainer of all life on earth Every impulse to breathe, since the moment of birth All thought of goodness and the will to achieve Grace is the Giver of all gifts we receive II Being on this journey, there is much to
Mândra mea-i frumoasa tare (Most Beautiful Woman)
This is a Romanian rural love poem - the fresh translation of it is mine. Its about a country lad hopelessly in love with his girl and love is a reward for the hardships of country life. A charming poem.
Shipwrecked
Illustrative of my penchant for sonnets.
(THE) SNOWBALL DERBY
It's very worthy visit their beaches for sure! Tweaked 11/28/17
Trapped in haite
what it must be like to be trapped
A ring
New to the poetry corner. So my poem is not much. Its about a girl receiving an engagement ring
RE: SHARING NATURE'S SIGNS.
Hi, niah9, Thanks for SHARING NATURE'S SIGNS. Imagine strangers watching, a night sky Sharing the very moment, together sigh Even when seen apart, this shared connection may have the power to transcend time and space....
RE: Goodbye, my love…
Wow EGT..this is good stuff...if she ever reads this she will surely come back. It is the stuff of true romance....
RE: illusions
Hi Phyllis I can relate to this powerful work of art...Very Moving. Thank you for sharing Martina xxx...
RE: Bee in kitchen, save me...REWARD
Great poem & a clever idea to ask for help about it!...
RE: Owww,,,my aching head!
put a cap on it ;-)...
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