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. .
~ Just Don't Know ~
burn sorry I am not a poet just looking to exspress my feelings @ the present
isolation.
the name says it all, isolation. the deeper man comes in dreams the better they develop their imagination. though this poem is suposed to be a helping hand in leaving worries or sorrow. fear is a small motivator and a big demeanor, when not banned properly. thank you for reading
kylies song
I wrote this poem for a girl that I fell in love with in New Zealand. She was the first girl that I can say that I truly loved. I left New Zealand not long after, but I still think of her and wonder what became of her. I guess you could say that I still love her to this day.
The Hidden Flower
Its quite obvious
The Best Ever
Thinking of the woman of my dreams.
Looking for my unknown kalyanamitra...
a kalyanamitra is a spiritual friend who is able(maybe, maybe not) to be a soulmate, in short a beloved one(any worthy otherself)... "kalyanamitra" is a sanskrit word... i guess i prefer "gewa chennyen"(kalyanamitra in tibetan) or "hao p'hon you"(kalyanamitra in chinese) or "kokoro no tomodata"(or "shin tomodata", kalyanamitra in japanese)... i really don´t know... words float in the void when i try to understand their deep and genuine meanings... Let there be kalyanamitras!!!! May all Heavenly Beings gather the kalyanamitras here and now!!!!... forever...
"Mystical Honeymoon"
i am still inspired by Kitamura Kigin(japanese poet from the XVII Century)... i combine the love theme of "Iwatsutsuji"("Wild Azaleas" or "Rock Azaleas") with other elements of eastern poetry such as the scar of a warrior, hope from an auspicious star and the scent-probably from an incense of indian clove that shows a spicy inner feeling... about the queen bee, probably i don´t deserve this kind of relationship, and so, being humble, i compare myself to a beloved quean because i am not the main consort or lover to this unknown worthy drone...
HERRINGBONE HEMMED
JUST ANOTHER POEM FOR THE INJUSTICE OF IRELAND TO BURY DEEP ENOUGH THAT ONLY A FOOL WOULD SCAN THAT FAR TO FIND A POEM WRITTEN ON THIS EARLY FLORIDA MORN, FOR SURELY SHE IS AN UNFAIR EDITOR BORN
"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!!!!
"Barrense Accent"
this poem reveals my native background and express the rich culture from my birthplace...
"ZARATHUSTRA SPEAKS
"ZARATHUSTRA SPEAKS" WAS THE OPENING MUSIC WHEN ELVIS TOOK TO THE STAGE AND AS OF THIS SLIVER OF TIME I FEEL AS IF ELVIS HAS NOT LEFT THE BUIDING
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.
Gods slice of Heaven...
this poem is about a beach called Wai-nui-o-toto (new chums beach), on the Coromandel, New Zealand. developers want to develope it, activists want to save it, and locals will share till the end of time... cause at the end of time, those who seeked to destroy it will lay for ever in unrest, those who fought to save it will be remebered. and we as locals will die to keep that that is important to us free from ones greed... it is one of the last untouched natural wonders left on the Coromandel, it should be left alone for all to share, not just for the few who want it for them selves... sound familiar?? its happening world wide, wake up people... enjoy.
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.
COSMIC INTIMACY
Connection and intimacy is the inspiration of this poem.
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
"Knock"
Loved writing this. Soph
Leap to freedom.
(The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog) This piece is about the sentence that typists learn, to gain mastery of the keyboard, and enhance speed. I wanted to try to turn it into a poem without mentioning any of the words in the sentence directly, but to try to convey the meaning in a lighthearted way.
the fragrance after the rain
i guess 4 yrs in a 10yr prison sentance ,my childhood girlfriend dump me and i just started writing poems etc
Bananas
This poem is about bananas. I wrote it because I like bananas. I was feeling like eating a banana when I wrote it.
the haiku night(zen story)
in state of haka meditation..
the design of clouds(zen story)
I just god a call from jim morrison...
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
No Death!
I Death has no powers or state to rule Life is all there is on this simple plane No death, no darkness, only the Light For in The Master’s plans, there’s no dread night II And when the gloom descends and settles here And the heart makes q
Identity
I wrote this poem back in college when some friends and I would visit local coffee shops. It pretty much sums up my life at the time.
"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 hours
the hours of the day
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
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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
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
guys
I was sitting and watching my father with my son one day and I realized the different stages we go through in life .
My time
1, hour alone, in a destination unknow, with a man of charm, to hold in ur arms, 1, Day together, when it feels forever, with an exceptional girl, id give her a lace of pearls, 1, week apart, where it breaks my heart, with only one wish,
beauty at its finest
as the stars gleam brightly in the skies so does that twinkle in your eyes i wouldnt change you for anything your beauty is so supreme everytime i see your smiling face i thank god for the place i live i stay i look around but no other beauty
Handsome Nell
this is the first poem Robert Burns wrote at the age of fifteen and the subject fouteen year old Nelly Kilpatrick, the daughter of a blacksmith near Mount Oliphant. It was written in the autumn of 1773.
wisdom of the snake
it's a riddle mostly seen from popular and yet unpopular myths somewhere in time. my poem style in this case was on a mood a bit like a jester. a dark humor that somehow makes me laugh about the stupid things we humans actually do. by the way no offense towards religious people!
Is not the end of life
I am good, but they said am not, yes they took away my light, but its not the end of my life I am bright i have got my reta
"Grand" Parents
I came from a broken home and was thrown from pillar to post. I would stay with an aunt and uncle for a time. Then with a lady-friend of my dad's. But the best time of my life growing up was when I got to stay with my grandparents. The part about the tomato is true. My grandpa would sometimes take a salt shaker with him in his shirt pocket when he went out to tend the garded. He'd pick a tomato, lick it and then sprinkle salt on it and eat it. Well, "monkey see, monkey do"! One day he went to the garden and I followed. I started eating cherry tomatoes. He noticed and said, "Hey! Stop eating the tomatoes". I replied "But, you eat them all the time!" And Grandpa said "You just wait for supper". So, I still had one cherry tomato left in my hand. And, he made me angry with his one-way business,so, I hauled off and threw that tomato at him whilst he was bent over. The tomato just missed hitting him in the head by an inch or so. I got so scared at the thought of what would have happened had I connected, that I almost peed my britches.
BEAUTY
True beauty what is it really As we often heard It’s in the eye of the beholder Beauty can be found In almost anything In a song or rhyme The sounds of the wind a moment of remembrance in page through time’s journal a majestic tree
My Cat
Just a bit of fun...