Just a thought!
Think it is self explanatory.
Just Listen
Listen to what I say, you cant, its not for you, I know better, dont even try, stop, now you are being stupid, and you wonder why you dont succed? You had failed before you began, Just dont listen!!!, be whatever you want to be, open your eyes an
on a train to Cornwall
I sit transfixed as thought it flies to see warmth twice inside her eyes reflected in the glassy pane two pupils flower past disdain a look of summer dressed in light a thirst beyond the drink of sight some lust for life and
Free minds!
Free minds can’t see, free minds can’t be, It’s all an impossibility, freedom cannot be, There is no dictator, there is no creator, There is no future, there is no past, There is nothing here to last, Simple minds create the crimes, Profess the
when
when I tamed rage and tried anew a road emerged that led to you when I quit work and made a career I fed with tune my starving ear when darkness fell about my boot I shed the cloak that hid the truth when I buried hate and t
The Journey Home
Age becomes you ,and life dissipates, it flows like water, like a river from the source starts as a trickle, becomes a stream, then a river, and finally joins the great oceans and now, you are not alone, at last, your lonesome journey has brough
My heart Beats
I wrote it for the love of art,especially poetry and yah...im single
Questions , just questions, answer's to follow!
What will you do when the doing is done?, what will you do when the race is won? who will you be?, what will you see,,... ......eternity?
I look!
I look, I see, what was meant to be, But nothing is divine, nothing here makes You mine, All of our creation, and all of what You can be, It’s decided by who?......you at the Back, you are me! Sometime in some way in someplace And somehow
Stay Home
Stay home save lives.
Lies
I dare to wake stumbling through heavens gate, beauty abounds and noone knows, cept me, I see, creations gift, this picture born, imaginaton scorn, but tis the beauty of life, Tis nothing new, for those fortunate few, who live this way....ever
follow me
its not a poem its a song and its not done by me alltho it reminds me of me to well its by a band called pain look them up on youtube if you want its a great song
Rhythm Of Time
There's an inner thing in every man, Do you know this thing my friend? > It has withstood the blows of a million years, And will do so to the end. It was born when time did not exist, And it grew up out of life, It cut down evil's strangling
Hope springs eternaly!
So, you try and be, what the world wants to see? Lost in the fantasy, When the world doesn't want you, what will you do, find the real you? I hope it's not to late, I hope it's not your fate I hope you have time, to recreate!
Nothing?
Sometimes, nothing means more!
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'
The night the bard of Stratford died
toying with a rhyme scheme
Genesis
If you could only remember who you really are, being here, so near and so far, Imagine something divided by two, then divided eternally, that's me and you, you may not see, For this "REALITY", blinds you purposefully, and it's intention is t
For You
She will wake in the morning with tousled hair, moves her body, and I wont care, if she wakes in her sleep, and breaths oh so deep, I will know she is still asleep, she is lovely to me, thats all that needs be,,,well, for me,,,, I know what I see!
Dating site
I love dating site
Time to ponder!
The new age is now, fanciful thoughts lost, memories gone, born anew, all of the past never meant to last, new you maybe, we will see.
Final exam!
If you divide the good by the bad do you get the mad? The sad? If you multiply you and me what would you see? A host of energy? If you subtract negativity, then add positivity and all that could be, Then you know you have passed!
Not you!
And she looked lovely, but she was not you, and she smiled that nice smile, but not like you, there was not a moment in time, she could walk your line, noone can take your place in my mind, noone can be you, your kind, a unique being, thats what i am
nothing
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Your creation!
Did you ever feel detached from the human race? There was only you, nothing to face? You know that it's true?, there IS only you! You exist to exist that's true, And all that you'll be and all that you'll see, Is all your creation, how you want
Tomorrow?
Tomorrow becomes today and yesterday fades away, so the present is how we exist, there's no other way, there's nothing to resist, we can't bring back the past, and the future is not meant to last, for it suddenly becomes the.............. past. S
Pink
Meant to be pink, but born blue,who knew?, not me, not even you, and the whole world was green, something you could not let be seen, then the coloures faded as life went on, green turned to grey, blue took a new hue, pink got lost, somewhere in my t
Those
When you view this world through a speckled lens, there's those that resist, there's those that have missed, those with a bucket list, those that live in fear, those who refuse to hear, there's those that know, those that grow, and those that will ne
WHAT?
Did you know that George (in some reality show) lost his watch in the snow?, Did you know that Stan was not really a man?, No? . neither did I,., but SHE did,,, ..........................................................OMG OMG, where do you live?, Do
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
Ask!
When you ask who am I, I shall say, go away, I know you, and you know me, so, remember Your part, go away, and take it to heart, And if you come back, look into my eyes, And see, that I will know your lies.
The dry oak tree
This is about the complexities of life and relationships - and all the more, about hope.
Distance
Dreamin' for a no ordinary love.
I have Fallin
A feelings for someone special
Life
I feel a burden in my life Having no one in my life It's too hard to wake up Seeing no one by my side Request for a lady to come Into my life to be on my side I will feel satisfied to have A loving wife may be from Long distance but generou
The brink, again!
So Russia may invade Ukraine? War again? Wow, how insane! It's obvious its meant to be, unless, those in power are made to see, that WE see, their manulipation, total particapition, guiding it along, they dont care, right or wrong, The highest degr
Truly
There are foolish words, attitudes without value, irreproachable needs, guilt that does not need an owner, unnecessary cries that evoke the most intrinsic secrets that the past washed, days that do not require the rotation of the earth, thoughts that
Enid
Mine tears are falling. Alas mine soul is wilting. I fell in love with a passing dream. The delicate whisper in the dark. Thou art not true to thine or I. Where dwelt once the starry night, heavens weep for the lies on thy frozen forked tongue. No ro
I dont know either?
Somehow it all dont matter, whats wrong or whats right, because the beginning cant be the end?, or the end cant be the beginning? So, the beginning must be the start of the end? Then whats the point of beginning? So we end?
In The Next Life
I'd ease the pain for love.
UNITY!
I'm not you, you are not me? but we are you see? This seperation was meant to be, find your place at your own pace, be the you that you want to be, then in time you will see, OUR UNITY.
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