You’ve gotta love him
(Parody of a Shakespearean Sonnet "My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun".)
Heart Dead
This is about someone who has loved their friend for so long that they can not stand to let their love be with someone else. The person is then contemplated by the fact that the beauty of their love will not leave their mind, causing that person extreme anguish. I wrote this when I felt that even though it wasn't a serious experience for my ex, them being so lovey-dovey with someone else right before my eyes, was the greatest pain I have ever went through before. This is just my piece of amateur work, but it does express my true emotions even now.
The Holy Warrior
It started out as a thought on the destruction and death in the former Yugoslav republics and then just sort of wandered! By the way, if you caught the Pink Floyd reference, then you are REALLY OLD!!! ;) Yeah, I know, me too.
For Her
The title says it all!
Divinity
God can not be seen because God nature is different from human. God did not make humanman in his/her image, but it is human who decided to make God in human image in order to give meaning to life.
Promised
This is a song that I wrote a while back. Hope you like it. Made my drummers girlfriend cry
If Only
I am re-posting this out of curiosity, it was the first one I posted but it wasn't noticed, even though I think that it is my best. It is about my first love (as if you couldn't tell!)
Wherefore: A doubting God
It's one of three surprisingly dark meditations
Home Sweet House?
As darkness unfolded the old home sighed Once more another day has come and gone In the bright light of the sun the eaves lied But once more the house stood empty alone No one seemed to notice that no one cared In the daylight the fres
Business Memos of Yore
It seemed like the thing to do at the time.
Sonnet 4
After you left, my world not remained same. Everything changed; everyone changed and then Everyone started openly to blame Me that I was very much unshaken; That I beat you and fought with you. Surely, You know the truth, for you are not drive
Good - Morrow
My favourite poem by John Donne I WONDER by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved ? were we not wean'd till then ? But suck'd on country pleasures, childishly ? Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers' den ? 'Twas so ; but this, all pl
Sonnet #17
In the earlier sonnets, the poet's main concern was to persuade the youth to marry and reproduce his beauty in the creation of a child. That purpose changes here in Sonnet 17, in which the poet fears that his praise will be remembered merely as a "poet's rage" that falsely gave the youth more beauty than the youth actually possessed, thus expressing an insecurity about his poetic creations that began in the preceding sonnet. This disparaging tone concerning the sonnets is most evident in line 3, in which the poet characterizes his poetry as a "tomb." Such death imagery is appropriate given the frequent incorporation of time, death, and decay images throughout the first seventeen sonnets. Ironically, the poet, who has been so concerned about the young man's leaving behind a legacy at death to remind others of his priceless beauty, is now worried about his own future reputation. Will his poems be ridiculed by readers who disbelieve the poet's laudatory praise of the young man's beauty? Not, says the poet, if the youth has a child by which people can then compare the poet's descriptions of the youth's beauty to the beauty of the youth's child — now asking the youth to have a child in order to confirm the poet's worthiness. The sonnet's concluding couplet links s*xual procreation and versification as parallel activities: "But were some child of yours alive that time, / You should live twice — in it and in my rime." The poet's task is an endless struggle against time, whose destructive purpose can only be frustrated by the creation of fresh beauty or art, which holds life suspended.
The Seer
Just thoughts and ramblings.
Gnome aching things right.
A little fun with the sprinkler...
Elysium Fields
Within Elysium Dreams love does shine.
Sonnet #21
Modern Interpretation.. I’m not like that other poet who writes about a woman who’s pretty because she wears a lot of makeup. In his verses, he compares her to heaven itself, and to every other beautiful thing—the sun and moon, the rich gems of earth and sea, the first flowers of April, and all the rest of the precious things on the face of the earth. Since I really am in love, I just want to write the truth, and when I do, believe me—my lover is as beautiful as any human being, though maybe not as bright as the stars. Whoever actually likes those love-poem clichés can say more; I’m not trying to sell anything, so I won’t waste time with praise
Pssion.written by me...
What passion has she awoke in me What hunger she made me feel Never had a woman touched my very Soul As if she walked right through me Taking residence in my heart Her lips embrace me Her breasts bid me come Her legs wrapped around me li
"Love Forgery"
Silent prayer Angels around Healing hands Deep relief Missed Stargazer Secrets abound Foreign lands Your disbelief Shooting star Concealed starlet Ongoing nightmare Battle scar No regret Now your disguise is bare
Six sides
Slams the door Heavy the hinges grinds that Drewls within the stench of odours of others that have been before Light flickers Heavy bangs noises loud voices heard Six sides one is trapped One sits to one fate to one's dispair Stench of
by the river side
I wrote this poem when i was feeling depressed and i decided to go by the riverside...
Little Apples will grow Again
Nature. Where the growth formula lends its hand. The internal reflection of the root dynamic expresses itself and shares the mirror image as they blossom. When the acceptance root sprouts itself the mind no longer retreats. The journey seems possible
Sonnet3
Written in memory of my grandmother in 1993.
Das Fazit dieses Leben (The verdict of this life)
Ich schaue in den Himmel über und Ich weine Insofern möchte Ich versuchen Meine Lieben nicht wieder zu mir Das ist das Fazit dieses Leben, das Ich sehen All mein Schmerz war mehr, als Ich ertragen konnte Und es dauerte eine lange Zeit für meine
A SONNET TO LOVE
In a world full of harsh realities we need to praise love
The Revival (Part 6)
I have never forgotten my reason I have grown strong with each breath I've taken Waiting anticipating my season Victory is mine no matter what's to be The children are gathering together My heart pounds waiting release from the cage Soon it wi
Timp Trecator (Fleeting Time)
My cat passed away and I wanted to remember her.
Peace and Love
A sonnet deeply reflective of a crazy, sad world. When will 'our' the 'human' story become about righteousness … ‘peace and love’.
Cave of ‘Time Immortal’
A sonnet inspired by a recent dream.
Sonnet 17
i like the meaning of love and how it spoke true
Train to now where
The wheels turn the noise echos on the tracks voices heard chit a chat music loud deafens ones ears One longs for peace and solitude Destination known One travels to destinations end where one goes one is unknown till one arrives
my life
welcome all corrections....
dreams
dreams are like flowers
Sonnet X
A work in progress.
" Lost Seashore"
My childhood was left behind Now i am an old man Forgiving mankind i do my utmost as i can Love laces in order to bind Sometimes i feel like an icy pan Human touch that i don´t find... Maybe i am your unknown fan You know you aren´t mine
more of "free cee's" insightmost of u lack
HE ONCE GAVE MY YOUNG SON A PUPPET SHOW WITH ONE RAW CHICKEN ON EACH HAND, THAT WAS ALAN, AND ALAN WAS, FOR SURE, ALAN.
Believe
thanks.. and just believe
A sonnet ordered me Violante
Not easy to translate it from spanish, I'm not sure if everything can be understood.
Love
The twinkle in your eye The smile upon your lips The way you look at me Or the way your touch feels Why do I know its love How does this feeling ring true Without saying a word you told me But do you feel the same way too I guess all i c
My Luve
A love as gentle as a tear and larger than the sun In a single lifetime There can only be just one. Flowing fields of green and colors of the fall Crispness of a snowflake Springtime and it's thrall. The seasons of my heart surround my y
Fly
Can’t see you Can’t feel you Can’t hear you Can’t speak to you I dream of you That I’m with you I wish That I feel you You’re closed to me In my heart And On my mind You’re like the air Sometimes here And Sometimes the