hey doc, your daughter makes MINE LIKE a rock
this poem was written by a 63 year old man who have buried seven pshychiatrists who provided me with what i needed to reach 63,if i was careful
Misernomics
we're counting...on you
Pascal's Gambit Thrashed out (Kind of )
So sorry I was to see your pain, Now things can’t be the same again, So sorry was I to hear the news, Fate is chosen, you do not choose. So sorry to hear, a betting man will lose, Men are betting, by praying in his pews, So sorry to hear, if pr
I WISH I DIDN'T HOWEVER I DO
buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!
lady
Lady lady watching me every time i stop to see lady on the sands of time calling me with her mystery
Body Mine
This is one of my earlier poems, let me know what you think.
Charvak
This poem is based on the Charvak philosophy of life, the first of its category which originated in India in 10th century BC and which denies the existence of God and Soul.
My Poem 1
The starry skies The moonlit night. Oh, let's just sit back And gaze this pleasant sight.
statue on the beach part 2
my armour glinting in the mid day sun cold am i motionless having no fun tetherd in the mid day sun waiting watching having no fun starring at the mid day sun under the sea i will soon lay covered from the mid day sun lapping at my feet the w
champaign and pain
this is dedicated to my pet ferret chaos
i use 120,045 profane VERBAGE, now will u read me?
ALL RIGHT...I LIED ABOUT THE PROFANITY, I'LL WORRY ABOUT MY MORALITY AND YOU WORRY ABOUT YOUR VANITY (NOT THE ONE IN THE REST ROOM)
like wildfire
http://lyrics.wikia.com/The_Paul_Butterfield_Blues_Band:Love_Disease http://www.naturalnews.com/010825_counterthink_drug_racket.html http://tierneylab.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/01/12/love-vaccine/ hit me with your best shot... ;-)
When it Stops Turning
We creep towards our destiny with futures bright as sun whilst ever-present loneliness binds us tight as one a generation lost at sea like many gone before a generation’s ecstasy veils thinly wanting more a whirling pool of stagnant hate of
What Love Is
I wrote this poem back in 2007 under the pen-name UncomfortablyNumb for www.moontowncafe,.com - I most recently write under the pen-name Recovered and can be found at http://www.allpoetry.com.
THERE AIN'T NO SCO NO MO
I LIKE TO DANCE HORIZONTALLY
DOES YOUR GOD DO IT GREEK STYLE?
THIS IS A POEM
MODIFYING an ADJECTIVE, OR OBJECTIVE
THIS POEM IS ABOUT THE WORD ABOUT, I MEAN IF YOU SAY IT FAST 3,287 TIMES IT DOESN'T SOUND RIGHT
tall PHAWL DOWN
I WAS THINKING ABOUT A TOY, A LOT OF YOU MUST REMEMBER THE ERECTOR SET, AND I DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU BUT MY HELICOPTER LOOKED MORE LIKE A PRAYING MANTIS. BUT AS IRONY WOULD HAVE IT I NOW DRIVE A SAKORSKY 142 FOR THE CONNECTICUT HIGHWAY PATROL....NO, I'M ONLY KIDDING, I JUST PLAY ONE ON T.V. ~free cee!~
Makers
My snapshot of the six great Romantic poets.
HEAVEN'S HOARDS
BECAUSE TOMORROW IS SUNDAY BUT I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S SILENT OR NOISY
teef tsrst daed
this is free's whatever he deems me de jour and i would just like you all to pray that tomorrow free wakes up anyone else except him again, that would be a favor for both of us Carrie Anne Perfection
Considered Lines You Caused
For a very very dear, precious and wonderful lady x
COULD FLIPPER HAVE BEEN JACK THE RIPPER?
I JUST WANT HER TO SAVE SPARE CHANGE IN A COFFEE CAN SO WHEN I NEED BAIL IT WILL BE THERE, THAT'S ALLS I'M SAYIN'
Wild Fire
No warning given, it began. A small and feeble spark. Tinder ignited and wind did fan. A glowing ember in the dark. The fields had grown both high and dry The winds now shifted east. And flames leaped up into the sky And so was born the beas
A STAR LOST LOVER
THIS IS A POEM
PEOPLE SEEM TO BE MISTAKING ME FOR SOMEONE ELSE
this is a poem
My Poem 2
In your company, I discovered a calm. A sense of freedom, Without any harm.
Love's petals
Simple lines
AL DI LA MY LOVE
I TOLD JUDY NOT TO GO IN THE CAR WITH GENE ON ACID, BUT SHE WENT...AND MY LOVER RETURNED IN PIECES
posthumous life
dear friends, we're gathered here...
ALIBIES AND ALIASES
THIS IS A POEM
Nature's Song
as I skim the treetops gazing all around birds on nearby branches joyfully sing their song looking upwards on high never ceases to astound white clouds on a blue sky looming in the background glancing downwards my vision contacts the gro
NO MORE DADDY'S HANDS!
THIS IS A POEM REQUESTED BY A DELIGHT, A LADY AND A POET SUPREME!
Red Hat
Maybe some lyrics
i, i can turn a grey sky blue but not 4 u
this is a poem
The ghost of Chairman Mao
In John Cooper Clarke style, some light relief.
Poem for the cat
Poetry for cats
Lime Rhyme on a Dime
Practicing rhyming even if its not generally my thing :)
SO - SIGH A TEA
THIS IS A POEM
All you need
ok I'm idle, writing some rhyme, I should be writing about spring!
WHEN HOPE TURNED TO DOPE
THIS IS APOEM
Garden Just For You
I wrote this for my mother because she is in wheelchair and loves the garden, so every year I go out and plant her a small garden in the patio outside our front door, so she can sit in her chair and enjoy the perfume from the flowers.