The Moon (Shape)
In the poem Völuspá, a dead völva recounts the history of the universe and foretells the future to the disguised god Odin. Hjúki and Bil are the children of Máni and together they are the three phases of the moon in Icelandic and Norsk mythology. I had forgotten this story which I read as a child until I started writing this poem. If this post badly like i suspect it might, it is suppose to be a crescent moon.
Struggle in society
Pretty self explainatory
Mid-Night Cuddle
The night has come and I'm thinking of you Your touch, your, scent and us as two Missing your arms that secure me so tight It's about that time the clock has struck mid-night Grab me gently, and pull me against you So we can cuddle like cou
koan zen
zazen hours over the invisible ocean..
Christmas is For All
Trees bare from the depths of autumn, winter stealthily creeps upon us, leaves are missing for the lack of the sun, but soon the christmas cheer will make such a fuss, Our children and grandchildren will be full of highs, wondering what gifts
I like you
Went you like someone simple don't be afraid getting to like that person well probably be the best thing you have ever done in your life. You see that person everyday an because of you are you afraid to approach the person to tell them I like you
Irish Smiling Eyes
This is the first poem I have published. I have never had a lesson. I just find words for my thoughts and write. Please offer constructive comments. Life is a very long curve Geoff
The Wise Man
Many of us speak on things without root knowledge. And because of not having root knowledge we usually will speak about anything, positively or negatively, without full facts. We become self righteous on many levels and eventually become false prophets. And the more we attract ignorant crowds who embrace our incompleteness, the more monstrous we become.
All One (Definition, Triangular, Nonet)
Definition poetry as the word suggests, defines the subject. Triangular poems, are one of the shapes you can make a poem conform to, in shape or concrete poetry. Nonets are poems of nine lines, where the first line is one syllable, and you add one syllable to each subsequent line, until the ninth line has nine syllables.
You and I
Hokey, but fun, and true.
Love Affirmation
For you from yours
Women have dreams
For woman Respect
ALL I HAVE LEFT
i bring this to everyones attention cause i do not want this to happen to anyone else
The Pride of Emptiness
This poem describes a current state humans are in. We have reached a point in our evolutionary cycle where we speak without listening to others. We may even talk when others are talking and miss the entire subject matter or the moral to a story. Being silent twice as much as we speak allows one to fully hear, fully understand, and intelligently respond.
love me now
I wrote this poem. About losing love Sometimes we are remove from someone life,because god has someone better for you.
A LOVE INTERLUDE
Love til there is no end. Love the lover, family or friend. Love until the cosmic forces hits send. Love the one you're with til there is no end. Love til the wheels for flat. Love hugs, kisses or gives a soft pat. Love heals through quarrels and spa
u put a lable on it
Lies.there impact on a soul
Threadbare.
a piece of me caught onto you when you told me goodbye. you expected me to stay, then to run right after. full speed ahead, tugging that piece of me; again, you neglected to even notice that I am unraveling, thre
Forest Rain.
I would hope that the reader would expreience something sensuous and spiritual. The normal buzz of insects and birdsong fall quiet during a good refreshing down pour from the heavens, leaving only the unignorable patter of rain on the canopy and the breath of the wind that follows. To be alone in a great forest and experience this, is a privilage. If you listen, you will hear it speak! Maybe you can hear it now?
I AM
A friends suicide, stirring up memories of others who took the same path and how i relate that to the path i choose for myself
Remain Silent
its a all about the feelings of the girl that she choose to keep it herself. i really like this poem coz its really hard to keep ur feeling towards the guy that u love. specially if the guy that u love is taken already.
TOMORROW I LEAVE LONDON
GOING TO CAIRO TOMRROW
...LiFE so importAnt....
what life is...hope u will like it...
Freedom's illusion
With all the wars over freedom. I realize freedom is not free. e moon dictates the tides Geese are not free. Man is not free to keep the ocean clean. Man cannot fly for freedom as gravity controls his ablityIs freedom really available to us? n
Lilith walking on the edge of Eden
I wrote this thinking of creation because it was Lilith at first and she didn't want someone to control her will being a free woman.
Sadness True Story
There are moments an times in life when sadness comes into play an stay.Things are no longer same.Finding peace thru these times from present an future is often met with tears ect..If said sadness continues on it affects everything...One must dig dee
DIVINE RESOURCES
I WROTE THIS POEM JUST TO CONVEY THE SIMPLICITIES OF A MORE MEANINGFUL LIFE. FOR WITHOUT LOVE AND CARE PROGRESSING IN US, WE WILL EITHER GET STAGNANT, OR START SLIPPING BACKWARDS...
The Edge of the Universe
I wrote this a long time ago when I was in school. My favorite subject was Science.
tired
A piece of me
TIME!
This Poem is about the Progression of Life, Love and Refuge!
ALL I WANTED IS TO BE LOVED
Its about my friend kiled himslef cause all he wanted was love .
City Reality
Busy day in a busy city and it just came to me.
making breakfast for the wolves
The maintenance man, at the request of a tenant cut branches from a tree outside her window so she could see the driveway.?? I thought what would happen if the tree did not turn c leaves because they could no longerolors in the fall because of too much cutting? Would we bargin an artist for his pallet to paint the colors on the leaves because they could no change themselves. There is no more snow for sleighs oly wet mud and mireand the sleighs are chewed up by the mud. Have we become so lax ss to give gall to a thirsting lam as they did the Lamb of God? Is there any hopthat we will care or will we become breakfast for the wolves??
"i search for the love one"
I love poetry, ,I believe that this medium is another way to reach out in faith to know you and connect with you lovingly!
LONELY HEART
this was written by me after my divorce.
Tender White Clouds
I love nature.... without it there is not much else.
Viking Gods (Nonet)
Socrates…… another nonet for you!
my pet dog
i love my dog and i see other people treat their dog with no love at all it makes me sad for the poor dog
After all we’re just human
You may have lied You may have hurt You may have done some dirty work You may have shame But who can we blame After all we’re just human You may feel guilt You may want to cry But who are we to judge a simple lie You may cause pain You m
MAMA MADE ME
I WROTE THIS POEM WHEN MY MOM PASSED AWAY, AT THAT TIME GOT NO DAD TOO. I WAS AN ORPHAN. SO ALL MY LIFE I HAVE BEEN READING IT. KEEPING IN SIDE MY LOCKER. TRAVELLING WITH IT EVERY WHERE I GO.IT HELPS ME WHEN I AM DOWN. I AM IN MY 40S BUT WHEN I AM ALL ALONE AND DAYS ARE COLD STILL REMEMBER HER AND WHEN I RECITE IT I SEE MY CHILD HOOD AND LAUGH.
Hope with Love
I wrote this poem on Saturday as I was overcome with the emotion of comforting the people suffering from recent tragedies around our world. I wanted to write through my tears of compassion. "Our human compassion binds us the one to the other - not in pity or patronizingly, but as human beings who have learnt how to turn our common suffering into hope for the future." Nelson Mandela
Desiderada
This Piece Has Helped Me through Many Rough Times in My Life !!!! I Can Only Hope it Does the Same For you !!!