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. .
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Little is noticed and even less remembered.
A Call To Prayer
We should all be so reminded of the "peace and love and stability" we all need to share together, as frequently and regularly, as the bells that ring from the church towers.
Yankee's Challenge -- A Poem Reflecting on Truth and History
[ Editorial ] Our world these days is full of disinformation and lies. Words become distorted; actions deceptive, intensions hostile. What do 'we' poets have to say about 'truth and history' ? It's a passionate subject to write about and very personal, too. Who would like to join me in my first-ever challenge to fellow poets on CS and write about this subject? "Truth and History"
You...
Wrote it 45 years ago.
In My Meadow
Discussion about what fears us and how we overcome fear.
Mindfulness
Old expression in these parts fo New England. Not quite haiku......but on the same path.
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
Time To Decide
As the sun rises each morning, thoughts arise without warning, things remind you of your past, all the things that did not last, From people who became a friend, to those who drove you ‘round the bend. Family who were a true support, and th
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.
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.
Ode to Da' Man
Penned to remember a special one from a relationship put on hold..
Beautiful
A writing of the effects of a special partner experienced in a loving relationship.
"upon four feet"
Reflecting how it can be some days for some:) I know as I've walked the walk. :)
unlucky sam
it tells about my experience in london
love
its about love
Reality Virtually
Observation and experience.
A dream
One day I met her upon the sand, Where she used to play. She gazed and told me to stand, I stood like a statue of clay. She came and waved with her hand, My heart lept in the sky Her words were like a band The two souls danced with joy The tw
Firefly
Firefly flying in the night sky Fly thee magnificence on high Tickled amongst the heavens above Patter thy wings on my love Soon the sun shall set the skies aglow And you may wonder what light it will throw Through dense trees it shall be pier