New
I'm new here, and what I see, this world aint ready for me, I'm unique, I'm different, I won't make your mistakes, I know, don't tell me where to go, Your life is not mine, things will be different, but,,,, now I am older, life got colder... I
What?
The walls fall and the debris call, to me, a part of being, now seeing, shut it down and start again, never will that be, Words that mean nothing really mean a lot, don't sweat the small stuff, sometimes enough is enough, Open mind, closed
Reality beckons!
I won't respond if you say this or that, I won't be available for nonsense chat, I won't accept text or anything next, I won't reply if I think you lie, I won't be here to communicate, I won't, I won't...this is so......why am I alone?....I just
Making love in the rain
Making love in the rain
Just a thought!
Think it is self explanatory.
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
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.
Love and the night
Not me, ChatGPT again filling in a quiet period of poetry, where are our poets, all enjoying summer in the north no doubt
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
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
the constant swimmer
it took forever to my find my forever a metaphorical mooring by sea it was a tougher search to find her and if you’d ask her I’m sure she’d agree the beach is a natural kilometre I trusted the distance by guile we planned our dream house
It Is You
Leaves change as time goes by Winds blow as the birds fly. The oceans serge and rivers flow. But I shall never let you go. Stars shine and wishes made Sun arises, then slowly fade. Fields of grass upon the range, The love I have shall not ch
Grieving
Grieving from the Grave by Criostior.
woman in the poster
they said misfortune stalked you.. they said that life was hard in the genetic school of poker you were dealt the hardest card a rogue gene: you misshapen henceforth they would detect but all I see is beauty in the poster I inspect it w
to remake anew
she was crying in the sea unloved and worn she spoke to me her heart and boards were long ripped out her diesel engine left in doubt yet I heard her heard her true in her estuary of blue I spent a fortune on her hull I slept benea
art supplies
the day was sketched time added air with roughened strokes in spaces the sea inhaled sands grew around memories bivouacked a swept stroke emblazoned on a hidden horizon counterbalanced by the edges mushroom umbrellas bl
Mods
Recently a poem of mine was deleted without explanation Not only is poetry a form art and self expression but historical documents giving reference to thought and feeling a particular moment in time. Lots of writers and artists have faced this situation The poem had comments and views. So I wrote the poem opening whoever decided to delete this work of art?might find the courage to explain why
In the dead night of day
I was gullible then later I was... ripped off,stuck,floored,nailed,defamed,ridiculed and more. People suck.
Sound, Music, and Timing
Just venting to myself. You just happened to red it. LOL Hugs
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
Vegas
I wrote this in 1973 in Florida
I have Fallin
A feelings for someone special
So Far
It's just a feeling for someone.
The waiting
just playing around
The night the bard of Stratford died
toying with a rhyme scheme
Games and life!
Such games prevail, but sadness reigns, the Show must go on, be what they want you to be, And then, finally you see, too late, it’s over, Oh such games we play, humanity is where it is, Honesty and integrity, so many have failed, So many pedesta
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.
What I see!
What I see! Who holds this world in his hands? Who? Not I? Not you?, then who? The world will never be us, Why?, because, We WILL be gone, won't be long, Tomorrow will start anew, The same game will reignite, For Millennium worlds have died
Rain and wind
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Rough Hands
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Don't be sad
Today is the last day I write to you, for you have never replied, my heart has died, and all that I was is lost and gone, My love, my darling, I cannot stay I cannot live another day, don't be sad if I'm not here, I cannot shed another tear.
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
The truth of it all!
Don’t lose your way, my old friend, tomorrow is never going to be the end, Don’t fall in sorrow at the expense of today, today may end and fall away Don’t believe there is nothing more, for tomorrow you will be, that’s for sure, So, cry today fo
Be you always!
The guarantee of non existance when it hits you between the eyes, makes you realise, that the games we play in our so called lives, well, it's all just lies. Of course we will end, my friend, and when you know just where you go, a
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!
Freedom of thought!
Inspired by d4nI314, she will know what it means!
The Game!
Someone once said ‘this game is all in the mind, and the mind is all but a game’ oh yes, twas me, we chase our tails constantly. But there is a way we can be free, don’t take the red, don’t take the blue, just open your mind to what is true.
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
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
For my Friend!
I have a friend, dear to me, her heart is gold, her spirit free, Her trust is lost, in this poetry, To lay her heart on the line, in words and verse, no more, not Fine, Don’t leave this place my dear friend, don’t let it be, don’t let It end,
For a friend who left.
I’ve watched tomorrow taken away because of today, Cries for help lost in the melee of life, unseen and unheard, No one is to blame, but still, to our shame, they fall, no Saviour all, those lost in their pain, no future, no gain, Giving it up, t
Poets, who
I walked into a world of diversity, easy to see, do you agree?, is it you or is it me? You don't like what I write?, should I stop? or ignite a new way to be? to read without criticism, can you see? This place is for words that are heartfelt and
RE: Coming
thanks dear beautifulyou for your sincere comments....
RE: A Winters Storm
Very good, well told Rob...
RE: Occhi
Lo devo ammetere, è una poesia molto bella....
RE: Clefts In The Rock
Masterfully written,a well deserved applause .Quality work and thanks for the deliberate metaphoric use ,my style of poetry....cheers friend...
RE: Let Me Fly
It is a beautiful poem and very moving , If you love someone and wish the best for them you might have to let them fly away even if it means loosing that person..Hard I know...
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