The Last ...
Little did I realize ... it was the last hug ... the last kiss ... Whenever I look back, it is something I will still miss ... Though I've become much wiser , more self certain ... and stronger to deal with whatever pain ... there will alway
Longing ...
How I long for your skin against mine .. the feel of your roughened fingers that tenderly caress so divine ... How I long for those lips to bless every inch of my skin .. Yet in so doing, touch me so deeply where you have never been
Not Afraid Anymore . . .
(inspired by the song "Not Afraid Anymore" from Fifty Shades of Grey movie)
Summer Rains
Sometimes we need to be cleansed by the summer rain.
Auguries of Innocence (By William Blake)
This poem has always caught my attention, especially the first verse. It certainly makes you think about life and its consequeces. Auguries of Innocence is a poem from one of William Blake's notebooks now known as The Pickering Manuscript.[ It is assumed to have been written in 1803, but was not published until 1863 in the companion volume to Alexander Gilchrist's biography of William Blake. The poem contains a series of paradoxes which speak of innocence juxtaposed with evil and corruption. The poem is 132 lines and has been published with and without breaks that divide the poem into stanzas. An augury is a sign or omen
Faith and Trust
Sometimes the darkest, most dreary moments in life can be ushered away with one smile.
Bottle of Love (A Saga)
First one for a couple of years, back to a trusted style
William Shakey
An ode to the life less lived
Wood Chopped Water Carried
This poem is inspired by a transformative near-death experience.
The Last Leaf
One by one the leaves will fall until all is gone.
Bound Hands
You tell me what you think about the poem.
Love Whatever inspires be it song sermon or science
Not finished yet Goal NOT a long one Finish Goal short Famous quotes Not my composed work Copyrights expired many years ago in court Court done Far to go to not done
Family and friends poem.
Our world has been polluted with religion, The more religion we have the more problems we have However, religion is a good thing. How possible can it be to have one global community?
Covid-19
As the planet battles Covid-19 New Zealand dug in quick and it payed off enormously. So peaceful in the streets, hope all is well with you...
Someone
Who is your Someone?
The Horse Clinician
Last Fall my beloved and I went to go watch our neighbor who trains horses, and he recounted to us his feelings on the whole thing. This is a telling of his experience.
Under Cherry Blossom Skies
I am always amazed how I am attracted to and drawn into nature such a cherry tree in blossom.
How Much Loneliness the Truth Can Cause
Truthfully, our imaginations are like any ......artist’s paint.
Corona
I think it's pretty evident what the poem is about. Before the coming of Christianity, the Earth was respected and revered as the great mother. Chritianity taught humans were above nature instead of part of it. The belief system was forced on the people who were forced to abandon their old Gods.
BEHIND A LOOK
BEHIND A LOOK
Mama Quotes
I got lucky enough to see Vicki Lawrence in concert on November 5. She did half the show as herself and the other half as Mama Harper from the TV show Mama's Family. She said it was the first time she forgot to wear her glasses. I spent ten dollars the first time because the woman told me all the seat were sold out. Finding out later that she was confused and there were plenty of seats, I had to purchase two more tickets for 70 bucks and give the standing tickets to a friend of mine. At least I got three other people I knew to see her.
In search of a romantic lady
Searching for the elusive love
The Silent LandlineTelephone
WARNING POEM RATED R Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian. ADVISED FOR THOSE WHO ALREADY BROKEN IN BY TAKEN LSD. POEM MIGHT BE PERMANENTLY MIND ALTERING! Namaste
Life is not a poem
Life is not a poem that makes a perfect rhyme Our heart is ever a mystery that puzzles our natural mind We seek meaning from without from a thousand shifting winds Enlightened by our virtues and captive to our sins Shot through and through
The Man Who Never Smiled.
True story. Happened long, long ago. Never got the bird and haven't had a beer in over 30 years. To this day I still have trust issues. Probably why I'm still single! Note: The places depicted here are real but some will be unknown to some International members.
You...
Wrote it 45 years ago.
the last job
"when I buried hate and then forgave a poem grew around the grave" The old man appeared surly, because he WAS surly. He spent the latter part of the day as he had it's commencement, trying to fit in. Wilbur was a town much like any othe
Loving You
This was written to express feelings experienced when love between a significant other has been turned off. It is written to encourage your remembrance of the good the relationship brought to one's life.
The Journey
This piece was inspired by a gentleman I met on a dating site. Our relationship impacted my life, leaving me with all these emotions and nowhere to expend them. So, I prayed, and got the answer to write the poem (prose). We are not communicating. However, I look for the day we resume contact. The music inspired the title.
Beautiful
A writing of the effects of a special partner experienced in a loving relationship.
Ode to Da' Man
Penned to remember a special one from a relationship put on hold..
REDACTED
Little is noticed and even less remembered.
DEHYDRATE
DEHYDRATE
Friends! :)
That poem is for the friendship between the people!!!! It means, people can stay best friends, forever!!!! I wrote it, because I believe in the true friendship between the people!!!!! Then, I felt excited!!!!
Dream me
Thought I'd try something a bit different. Hope you like.
Sometimes
Sometimes Sometimes when I wake up Sometimes when I get up I can feel alive. Some days Some days I can see things Some days I can think good things I know for I have tried I try I try to say things I try to share things Bu
Ripples of Laughter
Perhaps I can sit And send all my secrets to you Think of your face Hope all of those signals get through Well I wrote on the water But my words just clung to the shore The ripples just echoed with laughter And I wrote no more H
It’s lovely to see you again
How time passes quickly by No more than a blink of an eye Is this really where we meet Among so many strangers as we share a seat It’s been sometime that we’ve last spoken Somewhere inside memories have woken Is it really that long ago
The Tear
I stand by your side and think how it begun Look up to the sky and see moon chasing the sun Watching the clouds hide behind evening haze To the song of the lark that is singing your praise. We were both childhood sweethearts we were so
LIMITLESS POSSIBILITIES.....
I'd encourage all nice warm and loving people to comment on Is sex is sacred..Is lust a wonderful...are we open to infinite divinity of union...Is sex a junction on the way to nirvana
SOLACE FOR SOULS
Nothing to "tell" about this poem...Good people do not "kiss & tell"
STOLEN FRUITS...
What is this life if full of care we have no time to make love and relax... No time to find a room for love Be in comfort of bed and the usual settings Good to play out-of-box sometimes n manytimes... Nice to be LUCKY in places where you could get caught.... ...Ha ha ha ha...Let our passions be our religion....Let's be fanatic together...!!!