So Far
It's just a feeling for someone.
I have Fallin
A feelings for someone special
ana maria
you can ride of the zest of a smile, girl if you want to you can walk on the side of the earth, girl like I do like a bird who can sing but never will like a tide that sleeps but is never still or a line from from a film that w
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So we walk in different fields, don't know how it feels, for me to be you, or you to be me, we just cant see, and our blindness creates that void, was it you? or me that lied?, human things, problem brings, spirits show, high and low, our insanity,
Another day
So the wind chill factor is -5 but I'll stay alive, this doorway is cold but I have cardboard boxes to fold, I can be ok, I can be alright, I know I'll get through another night, and tomorrow will be another day,,, and I hope, maybe better, somewher
Who? What?
So will I write a poem with no reflection, nothing that will give any direction? The wind blows loud and shrill outside, the doors they creak, the windows rattle about to break, but yet I feel serene, I dont care about life or where I've been, I'
Vanessa, explained
If I could hold the quill of truth over the page of unfolding story and hold it still and let the page itself write the words of your defining glory if I could see the candle that lights the table beside your bed and see that l
mountain man
I'm rough hewn Lil you picked me still to your North star I'm the black trace elements fly to fill the sky.. you bring the things I lack I'm running Lil I'm running still.. from the law and from my sound the man who fell can lodge
Easy Living
Wrote this 6-9-2023. I thought of writing something Rock off a scale of the days of yore of Rock! Perhaps something like a modern-day oldie with rock, blues, and jazz style, or maybe something more The sound somewhat modern studio wise, but the vocals, the group, very old school style. Let's day the 50's early 60's? An interesting aspect, eh? lol Until then
Sound, Music, and Timing
Just venting to myself. You just happened to red it. LOL Hugs
Canadian girl
I met her in the winter in a bar upon the hill when the dark was carved by starlight and the moon had paid the bill I stepped in from the wilderness from the howling wind and rain I was weary from my journey's around other people's pain
Vegas
I wrote this in 1973 in Florida
I Remember you now.
I wrote this a while back. I believe i wrote it for my soulmate. Theres a story that goes with it from childhood. I dont know if its true but it gives me something to believe in when life is cold and lonely. It sits with me and warms me by the fire. When i was in kindergarten there was a little girl. She had read a book about reading palms. It was just a silly kids game. So i let her read mine. She told me i would be married twice, once for a short time, which i was, to my first wife for a year when i was very young man. A second time to my second wife for a very long time, which i was 23 years. She even told me I would have two kids, which i did a boy and a girl. Then she said I would meet somebody, with red hair to spend the rest of my life with. I try not to read to much into things but sometimes its nice just to have something to believe in you know? Even if its not true i guess its not hurting anybody to keep a little bit of faith in your back pocket. Hope you enjoy the poem and I wish you all the best in your own travels. May your journey lead you to your own heart and home.
the face of god
I took a walk in ancient clothes across your face, a mile and as I tired I took a rest in the corner of your smile my crops slept in barren fields before my primary death then your eyes became a sun and moon as birds danced in your breath
The Game
Sitting here waiting for the day, the price I may pay, Age old, not knowing how this came be, I cannot see, For once I was young, seems like yesterday, where life went I cannot say, Life is gone in blink, before you can think, It's over
Untitled
From beyond the vail of my broken heart, Comes a new beginning of what is true. From the oars of a boat lost at sea, Coming to shore to start something new. Up In the sands of this golden shore, Lucid dreams of you come soring in. Just like t
Enter the light i
I dreamed of light A up hill tunnel so bright Shines from heaven above Voices heard from distant past Familiar sounds Voices long gone They sound familiar could be my mum Long time gone taken in her prime We dare not make a sound you lis
Ice cream, just ice cream
it is about now.
The night the bard of Stratford died
toying with a rhyme scheme
Truthfully life with no vision!
To learn, to know, to be, to grow, and all the could be’s, and All the should be’s lost in ignorance, a waste of space and a Waste of time, a waste of life no reason no rhyme, At sixteen, just a teen, at twenty one, more to be seen, At thirty o
Poets ways!
Is poets corner the place to be?, to lose ourselves in our history? to complain in verse of a life gone wrong?, or sing out loud our favourite song?, let feelings out what's life about?, or whisper quietly, help someone out?, when someone writes abu
The young!
The young, what can you say? naive and innocent, and damm frustrating, no sense of life, always rushing in, and they know it all, until they fall, and then they ask for assistance, they show (this time) no resistance, so we help them up, (again) and
Being Alive
If there is an art to writing or poetry, it comes from the heart not what you see, and all lifes troubles and happiness, are all laid bare, more or less, thats a wonderful gift given to few, the ability to express the real you, in words and thymes, t
Its a whole new world {hopefully]
A prison ship in the vastness of space, prisoners all, the human race, illusions of freedom to keep all blind, no truth allowed, there's nothing to find, only rules and regulations, laws for populations, to think is frowned upon, verbalise or analys
Not quite a poem..
I am sorry, I've even forgot how to use the forums on this site... so if anyone knows, i would appreciate the help.I have loved and missed this, my poetry home, and all of my old friends here, as well as the new poets God bless, and keep on writing! You are all great! ~Q~S~xoxoxo
Just a thought!
Think it is self explanatory.
the unasked question
baby, hills run dry beneath your velvet sky outside i queue for gas in the rain baby, I don't know how the tale of us will go don't walk away on stepping stones of pain your smile is a light on a cold dark night look and search my
uptown girl
you and me in a little car shop buying dreams with the money we got but dreams are free at the break of dawn one by one we let them go ninety nine cents ain't a dollar your daddy's rich and I'm blue collar floating down the high
Leap to Freedom (The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog)
At yelping speed she travelled across an emerald lawn, pursued by gnarling nightmares as the darkness nipped the dawn. Her ears, amber triangles, bush glittering crystal dew, body sleek with rivulets, glowed red with exhaustion's hue. Her
Quote !
The poem is a drop of water, he gives the desert the idea of the flower.
Finding MR RIGHT
Just saying out loud
the ballad of Elijah James (as told by her)
mister given that the gulls don't reconcile my running and my fate I'd like your awful less a smile and rain to last till late I'm here in walls and towers wish to tell you plain the beast he smart devours though my heart only is sane here w
guitar
I spent Monday just walking through town.. searching for magical.. timbers of brown Tuesday's arrival.. flooded my deck.. from the truest of branches.. I fashioned your neck I spent Wednesday doing nothing at all.. till a bird with your voice..
the last Irish wolf, 1786
to the day the darkness brings an end I am the last Irish wolf the darkness is my friend they killed me and they skinned me as the virgin snows a'fell but the tavern's cheers are qualified they know I wait in hell I am the pee
Leslie Ann
well you walk with a swagger that's unearned but it always fits you well and you speak in a way the warms the places where them wildflowers dwell a lady of undetermined age I'd guess at forty-five or more and each day comes as tide a
iron bars
I came from the sea.. I came from the sea.. is that woman still there.. does she still wait on me..? I took a life.. I took a life.. as a life tried to take mine from me.. so I left my ship and hid inside the bark of a lonesome tree.. until hunge
on strawberry hill
For Vanessa
A Triolet by Banjo Paterson with a Second Verse
I have not written any poetry in the last 20 something years but...........I was on a recent trip in Tasmania where someone made the suggestion/demand that we read a poem of the selected works of Banjo Paterson each night. As I was a solo driver this was my first attempt and it was "Page 100" without seeing what it was I had to read. I had another 2 poems to read later, one I did manage to prepare for and one handed to me on the night of "The Reading." Very difficult to properly express a poem without some preparation. Having said tha,t and mentioning this to my house-sitter on my return, it has gotten me a wee bit interested as I have not seen or heard of this form before. So the second verse is mine. Hope it suffices.
Jamie Allen
JAMIE ALLEN Play ya pipes & hey em dancin drinking wine and a prancing play ya pipes Jamie Allen like ya daa Run on wild tek tha hand tek tha bodies tek tha land run on wild, run em ragged, run em mad Tek Geordies shilling t de s
Mum..
For all the things that you do for me, For being my rock and crutch, For always caring and believing, For loving me so much, Through all the mistakes and ups and downs, You've always been by my side, For showing me how to live and love,
The Death Of Old McGee
Just some old-fashioned rhyming.