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
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To Eve
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
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!
I'm Just Love -sick With LOVE,Yal!
Not because of doing everything perfect,but having a perfect HEART in the fear of GOD,so loving HIM with HIS love-charity:which is free,real,personal,tolerant... And NEVER ENDS!
THE LIGHT
as i light this candle for you to bring you back into the light may you see me as you recive me as i light the way o spirit remember o remember the light o spirit the candle i light for you o remember the light
"Wildmulberry"
it´s a special homage to my brazilian friend who is new member at this site and her nickname is "wildmulberry"...Be welcome my dear and lovely friend... all my best wishes to you!!! i hope you will find your soulmate here... Congratulations!!!!
MARTIN VAN BUREN HIGH
TIME GOES BY TOO FAST
An Irish Heart
I guess this isn't really a poem, but my Granny died some time ago and it was a tough time for me, as although I now don't have relationship with my parents I loved her very very much. It kind of helped me to write things down; it still does.
Deity
Full moon glowing Wind howling Knock, knock Four corners unlock I realized It's the GODS who made me Not the Gods I made Thank you Mommy and Daddy!
The Hidden Flower
Its quite obvious
Just Words
Truth matters. Words matter. We cannot settle for the toxic discourse of the day. One reality, one truth and respect for others even those who disagree.
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
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
A Healing Woodland Stroll...
The woodland stimulates my senses. ( Enclosed rhyme scheme.)
Ode to John.
A wistful poem written for a very special man filled with hopes for the future. I'd say the birds are now singing loud and clear.
The room
the tormented mind
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
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
i"m off to kitty heaven
i"ve never been the same since i lost my jasmine in 2014.i figure its time.
For Scottie
Hopefully, this rather comic, early poem will make your day. It seems a bit juvenile at times with an anachronistic tint, but still, it rhymes nicely.
the design of clouds(zen story)
I just god a call from jim morrison...
Thank You
thankful for the God and i know this is not a poem
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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
That's True Love...
Awesome Story Must Read. . . . Husband comes home drunk and breaks some crockery, vomits and falls down on the floor... Wife pulls him up and cleans everything. Next day wen he gets up he expects her to be really angry wid him.... He prays t
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
Trapped in haite
what it must be like to be trapped
BABY'S THE BOSS
First written: 14th July 1997. This was my Mothers yorkie dog. She lived to about thirteen years old, and unfortunately developed epilepsy and eventually had to be put to sleep because it could not be controlled in the end even with medication.
As the World Turns Day After Day
It's about a fictional Predator who goes on vacations for a thrill.
untitled
I wrote this for my grandmother when she died and it was used as part of her ulagy
Greater Love
I know this poem has a morbid feel to it, I wrote it in the memory of my nephew. RIP J.Stanaway
Paint Me In Chocolate!
This is just a sensual poem of what could happen if one was to paint me in chocolate. It's a fantasy, a dream.
To Begin
Oh, I was just sitting here, thinking about Dr. Seuss;D
BELLADONNA
soft and sweet from your head to your feet amongst all maidens you are the most elite.
Measure of Man
Read it and vibe
There IS Pure Religion AND Natural Affection!
This creation is about filling up ,filling in what's missing in our relationship to religion according to The Book of Life-Holy Scriptures(The ONE many have TRIED to destroy!)I was feeling like we all need to feel better about religion because of the freeing liberty I can enjoy through the RELATIONSHIP in LOVE with JESUS The Contact-Connecter,with our LOVING FATHER!It influences every area of our lives!
Your Smile
A poem I wrote on the train about my friend's smile :)
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!
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
The Old Barn
Many inspirations taken from abandoned buildings such as an old barn.
Intimations of Immortality.
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, Of glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find, Strenght in what remain behind.
Where will I be
I write my poems With glee Happy thought Of what I could be I could marry I could stay single Able to do anything These thoughts occupy me Where will I be in ten years time Thinking I could be married settled down three kids these