Stains
An ink stain on my jeans...
CAVIAT EMPTY
SHOOTING DOPE WAS DYNAMITE....SCORING IT BACK IN '65 WAS THE PROBLEM FOR A YOUNG WHITE BOY
A Flower - Children's Poem
I wrote this poem for my nephew's eight year old daughter to encourage her to write poetry. She has an excellent command of English at her age. Writing this made me recall some of the poems I learned at school as a child. I hope I have succeeded, at least to some extent, in capturing the innocence and joyful feeling of childhood. I also hope it would bring out the child in some of you; I would like your comments from such a perspective since this is a children's poem. Or perhaps you can share it with children, get their comments and post them. Thank you!
Love's petals
Simple lines
The Wheel Of Life
The wheel of life keeps turning every day Birth, life and then the subsequent decay All living things must return whence they came The pattern always remaining the same All living things start life's journey at birth Become adult through the p
Who Asked Ya?
Had to say it...
i, i can turn a grey sky blue but not 4 u
this is a poem
War Stillborn
Force in unfortunate, a recourse of last resort, For indiscriminate is The Angel of Death; At war's conception, show no pity, shout: "Abort! Abort!" And rescue the life of our Mother instead.
New Year Hopes and Wishes. (Edited).
Pondering on the old and the new. Best wishes to all !
ChatGPT writes a poem
I asked ChatGPT the artificial intelligence programme to write me a romantic poem in the style of Pablo Neruda, here is what it wrote in about 2 seconds, scarily good!!
Two gun Suzie
Big trouble in little city
October
It's just a poem all about the enigmatic month of October. A few years ago I wrote a poem for every month of the year.
H E R S
CHAPTER FIVE VS. V1 & V11 ACCORDING TO THE GOSPEL OF free cee!
The Other Side
“Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road, Which to discover we must travel too.” (Omar Khayyam – The Rubaiyat, verse 46) Omar Khayyam was a Persian mathematician, astronomer, and poet. He was born on May 18, 1048 and died on December 4, 1131. The verse of his poem quoted was written more than nine centuries ago. The message of his poem still holds today. My poem, “The Other Side”, is in line with the quoted verse from Khayyam's poem and is not meant to disparage the religious beliefs of anyone.
The Princess and the Knave
This poem was inspired by a song from a very famous artist. See can you guess the song or the artist.
Unwarranted Redemption
This is from a brief moment in my life that can only be classified as my love affair with Scripture. Feedback please :)
forgive
for give, for giving the whole world seems forgiven for living these ends to extremes for give me mine indiscretions that seemed so benign i nearly fell flat forgive me my will that hard hit the wall hardened me until i forgot to recal
HIDE and go WEAK (SUM UV U PARENTS NEED TO READ TH
people say "not my precious little laura" until it's their pecious little laura
i know this KIND, not the KIND KIND
I WAS MOVED TO WRITE THIS POEM IN HONOR OF HONORABLE MEN, AS FOR ME I AM ONLY VENERABLE (WHATEVER THE HELL THAT IS) ~free!~
Lord let it rain
Spilling out some lines, not entirely sure what its about!
i write 15 poems in a day and u bury THEM!!!!
FRET NOT I ONLY SAID THAT ABOUT BURYING ME BBCAUSE I NEED AN EXCUSE FOR HAVE 3 PEOPLE A NIGHT READ FROM 13-15 POEMS
read it and see the title it doesn't fit
what do you call a thousand lawyers chained at the bottom of the ocean? A GOOD START
Ukraine
Things are looking dire in Ukraine, military surrounds the country, even subs in the Black Sea. Talk of millions of refugees if the Russians invade, right in the middle of winter, how will Europe deal with this one?
The Story of Life
This poem applies to all living things: animals, plants, birds, fishes, insects, etc. Regardless of the type, they all undergo the stages of: Birth Growth Maturation Reproduction Decay Death iambic pentameter
Long Gray Day
I wish I could say more but words aren't coming easily for now.
The Lonely Traveller
Miles and miles lie ahead being even and odd at places, having rise and fall on its ways in the horizon the path mixes. Unknown, sill unknown it is; the path is still undiscovered. it attracts me to be discovered and I am a mad on this roa
My Female Other Half - Past Lives
Reincarnation; or a change in form = transcendence. Death - the E.N.D? No - Energy Never Dies.
champaign and pain
this is dedicated to my pet ferret chaos
A Waltz with Angels.
I often feel that lost kindred souls are never far away.
nowhere to be found
now where did i put that fourth stanza?
Snap Back
written as thank you for b'day gifts (including pkg of silicone bands)
The Ghost of Halloween
Last year there were only six kids came to the door. These youngsters get too much every day and don't have the ambition to walk from the car to the porch... Ah well, that's just one old curmudgeon's opinion
A Christmas Wish.
Peace and Goodwill.
Don't Worry, Be Happy
The Great Kiskadee (Pitangus Sulpharatus) is indigenous to Central and South America, the Caribbean and Southern Texas. I have added two more videos. One actually shows a kiskadee in action singing his song. The other gives an audio of one kiskadee calling and another kiskadee answering.
feet FIRST deAD FREd
because half my life is urban legend, the other half a lie
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
diD yoU KNoW That beFOre?
snow's a b*tch without a wake up shot!
AL DI LA MY LOVE
THIS IS A POEM
this is un-important compared TO GROWING DAISIES
NOW I CAN WATCH SAMMY DAVIS JR. DO "MR. BO JANGLES" AND MAKE ME CURSE THE CONCEPT OF DEATH
TO IRELAND WITH IRE from ~free cee!~
DO YOU NOW, MS. IRELAND DIG? OOPS SORRY THAT'S ONE OF THE WORDS YOU CARE NOT TO HEAR....WELL I FIND YOUR BLOCKKING ME DIFFICULT TO BEAR
CATS
Dedicated to Cat Lovers everywhere, including my dear friend Travis.
ExTRAorDInarY EXtrAMent
this poem is all about MR. TRAVIS IAN, COWBOYS AND INDIANS
online now!RE: Lament for a Soldier and his Love.
So sad. What a waste that leaders and countries give so little thought to the lives they are throwing away and destroying those left behind. I pray God will never give up on this world. If He ever does, we will really be forsaken. I'm from the Vie...
RE: MY LIFE
Morgen yep thanks that sounds good and good to see you too...
RE: Truth is the Greatest Prize
South..... “If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.” ~ George Orwell...
RE: Ethelinda
Thank you Liam..Happy Easter! Ken...
RE: Road To Recovery
little steps, one at a time......
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