I am!
It is what it is. You know.
I am!
It is what it is. You know.
I see the light!
That shining light up in the sky, appears, then disappears as clouds pass by, and life down here, is lost in fear, tomorrow may never be here, for humankind all could be lost, one man , can, change it all, we stand or we fall, unite to the rallying c
When your number is up!
I don't want to play this numbers game, life has changed, its not the same, only yesterday I was 2 and 1, where the hell has that gone?, Woke up today, what can I say, I'm now 6 and 1, that didn't take long, so I suppose tommorrow will be the same
A question of difference!
What's the difference, between life and existence? If I shoot myself in the head, do I spend the rest of my life dead? Is that impossible? An illusion? or a Cotard delusion? Do we exist because we are alive?, or are we alive just because we exist?
See!
What do you see through your eyes? Is it differnt to mine?, Is the world conspiring or just fine? Do you believe the world is round?, alien invasion? what have you found? so, we think we are right, always, day or night, you say that, I say this, then
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
Short and sweet!
You need to ask questions or you will never know what road to take, which way to go, so observe and learn to find your way, but be yourself, come what may!
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
strawberry Hill
all was the same on strawberry hill the city looked up at those walking down and tethered boats traced the breath of cloud all was the same on strawberry hill shadows hid in the corners of old masonry at the stroke of 1 figures emerge
tracks
I sit transfixed as thought it flies to see warmth twice inside her eyes a carraige full of moving breath some bound for life some bound for death the train arrives and brakes do bite and all else there is prop and light a flicker of wind...
marianne
drank whisky from a bellybutton after hours in a bar heard the sound of my breathing through the lungs of your guitar heard a seagull sing the blues from the deck of a fishing boat heard Mississippi for the first time thought
streets (for Liam Reilly)
For Liam Reilly (Singer, Songwriter, RIP)
the undressed oak
he sat on the old deck chair and thought about her about how she tied a strand of blonde behind her ear when she was anxious how the sun made plans between the gaps of her fingers how her breath tasted how her beauty made her invisible
sea of keels
heaven knows and heaven tries unpick the wrongs you've done unpick the lies cos you don't know how it feels trudging through a day in a sea of Atlantic keels if I had an aeroplane if I had things Id fly to the Arctic just to cool
scars
Pop, it's that time of year when Christmas is nearby the earth has made its trip again around the velvet sky we fought like tigers all the time we both could not back down and once I grew beyond your frame I stood and beat you down
reasons I live on a boat
she looks at me, mid pub, and asks in a way, rhetorical as if she knows something I don't and will never "why do you live on a boat?" for the sounds of raindrops above my sleeping head for my conversation with dawn always the same woman
sand
friends hear me now and hear my plea I've wintered long in fields of sea I've fought and fight against the wind I've seen both poles and seen them twinned yet all things to come and those before are just footfalls outside the door and though
the air did move in silent sing
the air did move in silent sing as linnets sung on warble wing and truth did shine upon it's clock as two moored souls depart the dock time bent around the sides of trees as grass made love to naked knees and dappled light found darkened shad
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
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,
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
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
In the beginning!
Once upon a time when you were you and I was I, and nothing grew, and noone knew, when the still was all there was, what oh what could we do? Then we found a way, to release and be, the you and the me, To create something new, hidden in view, ac
Yvonne
I fell in love .....ONCE....I became her only, my heart melted when I saw her, Her name is Yvonne, I'll love her even when I'm gone, She's what makes it all make sense, the life that I know, how we could grow, and she was always she, my lady, my f
Different
Different people have different reasons, is today a good day to die?, I cant see, a way, to be, me, Unhappy about life?, can't take the strife?, aware of everything, knowing nothing, why? oh why? am I, this way?,...medication, doctor prescribes,
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
Christmas
christmas
thought
thought
Nnnnnn
Nnnnnn
Wishing
I wish I was you, someone once said, I said, I wish I was you too, for all of my troubles would be gone away, for you to take, I would forsake, but I never knew, what you had been through, can we renegotiate this pact of ours? I'm willing to spend ho
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!
Tommorrow
Once upon a time, the world had ended, picture that within your mind, nothing , anywhere left to find, debris floating, in space and time, we did not exist, we were not here, so,,, what have we to fear? Face tomorrow, smile and say, I was here, I did
You are right?
Take an injection for your correction,, let it go, you wont know, remember its all just for your good, we forgot to wear a hood, we will f*ck you over, because we can, its all in the plan, so just lie there and let it happen,,,its only right its only
Her
Tis about her!
The Walrus and the Carpenter (The Sequel)
“We have eaten all the oysters,” the Carpenter proclaimed. The Walrus looked around to see no single one remained. “They were so plump and tasty, though, we hardly can be blamed.” The Walrus and the Carpenter walked off along the sand, the
DO YOU WONDER?
The wonderment of life is lost in the trouble and the strife, dont take it all as true, your world is only you, you can give or you can take, you can be real or you can be fake, you can play this game that we adhere, theres nothing lost, nothing to
guitar
I spent monday just walking through town searchin' for magical timbers of brown I watched tuesday morning arrive like a swan calm at the surface when calmness has gone I spent most of wednesday walking the deck from the truest of bra
neat whiskey (and untidy women)
drank whiskey from her navel after hours in a bar heard the sound of my breathing through the lungs of your guitar and lightnings just a broken string on horizon's air guitar cloudy lyrics fall as rain through the windscre