Love And Trust
Possibilities of uniting love and trust are endless and indestructible.
Softly Falls The Rain
Reflections of a cool summer day in New England
About nothing
To the one I’ll never say goodbyes So many times. I’ve had you in my bed. Not in reality But in my head... I find you sexually attractive So dominate my body I’m willing to be submissive.... Lust fuels our intimacy But our fire burns O
TIME
A quote from the movie DR STRANGE
--LOVE--
You are the air that I breathe, the wind that caresses me, the rain that wet me, the sun that warms me, the star that guides me, the moon that lights me, my world. The rose that I feel, the grass that I touch, the waves that carry me to d
The struggle of a self-sustaining flame
Hammer to fall, burst of love
At the Crossroads
This is a poem of the turmoil that every human being faces. Many subconsciously face these feelings, and drown their guilt and pain through intoxication and other addictive measures. The second part of the poem shows Jesus' compassion to all and that He cares about us in what we go through. He is ready and willing to receive us and save us if we will lay our sins at His feet in repentance.
A Poet's Ponderings
It was a lovely day when I wrote this. I had just read an article about weather modification and was wondering how in the world man could convince himself that he is better than God to decide he can play with the weather. It has destroyed a lot of the earth with man's playing around with things. If only he could leave it alone and let God control the earth.
River side
this poem is a hope of ray for young prople
The Best Place
A stroll on the beach beneath a starry sky Listening to the breakers as we go by A walk in the country through forest of green Cascading waterfalls and streams to be seen Visiting churches with domes and with spires With their ornate window
Matisse at my Table
colour my life
Years Later
I have written about love, written about fate I have written about war, written about hate I have written about you, I have written about me I have layed my heart out there for the world to see I have bared my soul, never holding back I have wri
Let's ride
glimpse of prose, reckon there's a story in there. If you've ever ridden a motorcycle you will know..
The British Isles
I’ve travelled all over England From Land’s End to Carlisle From Lowestoft to St Leonards and I’ve seen the dales and the Fylde I’ve been to the Isle of Wight, And Whitby has its charms I’ve lived and worked in Blackpool I’ve visited cities
Astronomy
As the moon Breaks through the cloudy skys, bringing ghostly shapes around our eyes, as the warmth of this summer nights breeze rustles gently through the trees. Through scattered clouds the heavens shimmer as numerous diamonds begin to gli
The full measure
Blow going to work, think I'll just sit here and write pulp fiction, or is that pulp poetry :) Perhaps a new genre...
Rodney Dangerfield quotes
yes its freezing here, some classics from Rodney Dangerfield to cheer us up.
Embers
Metaphors for love
After rain
Air is fresh and cool After douche. Grass is mild and green After bath. Leaves are shiny and glued After grasp. Sky is revived and azure After gloss. Heart is rosy and lured After toss. Everything is bright and true A
you are my girl
this is for the girl of my dreams
Forever live
It is simply that God made us With love and intention Hespeaks quietly Waiting for us to Put our distractions aside He reminds us that what. Is good Is literally forever Alive in him.
MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL
Shucks I turned the light back on!
IS SILENCE A SOUND??
Memories, sweet memories
White tin sky
practicing some prose, hope all are well.
The Rhythm
Storms have always fascinated me, and if one isn't too severe I'm drawn to go out and feel it's energy . I sense a subtle rhythm to what is to many chaos.
Remember Your Origins
What does it truly mean to be human?
Waiting.......
This poem means I dream not for Mr. Right, just someone to share our lives with and find some happiness for the both of us; thats not to much to ask surely?
November’s Rain
A poem reflective of the season and the approaching winter snows, moody and muddy is November in the Appalachian mountains.
Bottle of Love (A Saga)
First one for a couple of years, back to a trusted style
Upstate NY college town
a termpaper
France.. bleu, blanc... rouge sang..
Impression du moment... sur l'état de la France... et ce qui s'y passe.. et pourquoi... ?? Little report of current situation.. about what is happening in France.. and why.. I wrote and published this on my Facebook page... I'm not a political person... but this is going too far... in between corruption and complete disconnection of a government that does nothing but increase taxes on the poor meanwhile the richest one get away with murder... Sorry... it's in French.. not sure it's appropriate language for most of you... copy it into Google translate maybe will help!! Lol
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...!!!
SOLACE FOR SOULS
Nothing to "tell" about this poem...Good people do not "kiss & tell"
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
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
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
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
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
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!!!!
DEHYDRATE
DEHYDRATE
Fairy Tales
Signs of the times when written and unfortunately getting worse; thinking of creating freedom within. .
RE: A thought..
These are the words of someone who knows, for, he knows how to say it....
RE: (NEVER BEEN) STOLEN WORDS
Hi, thesunandthesea, Yes, words that arise from one's own heart ring true. And, it definitely matters who is saying what to whom!...
RE: Buried my lover
It's a very interesting idea to bury your lover without burying them, I really liked this...
RE: Grounding
Thank you so much...
RE: Picky and Lonely
Thanks for reading Mc ...Wierd Al is hilarious...and Joe Dirt is a goodHaha good too...Haha...
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