Prison of Love
You be there for some REASON I make better for my MISSION, Away You meet there for some VISION I seat bare for the SEASON, You May You cross every your ALLY I toss every single BALLET, You say You be there for some REASON I st
I'm time
Just having fun with the word time.
Dear Deer
I spend 10 years writing this poem
be kind to people
true stort
Rainy Night
The rain falls gently on the rooftops, A soft patter that never stops, In the darkness of the night, The raindrops shimmer in the light. The world is hushed, the streets are still, As the rain continues its gentle trill, The leaves rustle in
Clearance rack
Overheard this sorting through the clearance rack
Downhill
Reflecting on my first terrifying and thrilling downhill ride
suddenly
this poem is the complexity of the never ending search for significance and Love in our brokenness and pain how at times one call loose there way living in a fallen world is love truly found in each other?? or in one who makes us truly free.....
Valentines Day
It's Valentine day and as I went to gym, though that it is absolutely necessarily to write a poem about valentines day!
Love
I love and lost really to love again Love have no boundaries or no color
Insomnia
Ive written it some time ago. But the problem is still with me......
Here it comes
Oh year! Oh year! where did you go, Will the next be any better we would all like to know. I ask the new will you make us glad, That this time this coming year will not be as bad. It's no stopping the quickness,' as we have served ones like you
No end
To my ghost of memries
Just Tell Me
Ah!..but if it was just so easy... and I could go to Dunkin Donuts and pay a price, and pick you out among the precious tray of culinary delights, and bring you home and take a bite of ecstasy. Rows of trays, so artfully designed sprinkles, wh
FOUR LITTLE LETTERS
One of my Pen-Pals asked me to consider writing and submitting a Valentines Day poem for the poetry forum, so in honor of "Jib" I have done just that. Being as I have no 'Valentine' of my own, I've made my poem of more of a generality of LOVE for ALL to enjoy. It's early I know.... but HAPPY VALENTINES DAY to all of you wonderful poets of C.S. !!! q:-)
guys
true story
Another Drag (a surrealist jive)
...It was one of those parties with red silk-lined windows and blonde people draped all over the furniture. Someone called my name. "Sherman," they said. It wasn't my name, but I'm used to that by now of course. It was Wanda. She had fangs
You again
When he didnt say goodbye
Storm GB
Batterd and bruised Wind and rain Rivers flow deep Rivers flow high Enters towns and Villagers you don't care Batterd you blow Your torment no bound From oceans deep Your cyclones rage We call you names Ciara Dennis the menace
Exciting Good Morning happy new year for Sweetheart
I wish I could always be with you. Wrapping my arms around you I constantly think about you. I miss you and I love you! Good Morning my Sweetheart You are my life, You are my everything A day without you Is like a day without sunshine I love you! Good Morning You are one special girl You can take my breath away With you, I can look forward to tomorrow I forget all the sadness and sorrow. I love you, dear. Good Morning A morning text does not simply mean, “Good morning.” Rather, it comes with the silent loving message, “I think of you when I wake up.” Good Morning my dear.
You mask it all too well
Just remembering of what could have been.
(like it's) Never Happened Before
Where'd I put the barricades, that surrounded my heart? They were here until I met her, I remember that part. Scrambling now to learn the dance, let alone score. So foreign. It's not like it's happened before. pour some fuel on this fire y
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Not Tonight
Theres a shadow that falls in my life, across what is or can be, something too far for me to see, ,,,,, hmm, I really want to know, what is love? how does it grow?, hmm,, I can see, she went to bed,.,, sorrrrrrrweeee,,, heeeeeee, xxxxxxxxx
Prelude to insanity
Within my dreams of tortured screams and memories of long ago I watched the act denied as fact and pursued her through the snow. And in this dream to me it seems as though im almost dead when Im ripped apart and fed my heart to awake upon
Frog’s Legs
Just a story
Just Imagine
Imagine we are just a thought? What would you be?, A millonaire?, A captain at sea?,,, Anything you wanted to be, to fly to the stars?, to land on the moon?, or to be with someone you love? too soon?,,life is not wrong, or its not right
An ICE !!!
Looking Looking Nice But Looking Like That Ice . . . BEWArE LOVE is a THIEF, You will loose everything !!!
Not a poem
Love makes you blind takes reeson and control It blows up your mind Problem is to walk through life not seeing Is not feeling not being there To really see the loved being To give it all and expect nothing back let her control your heart a
A Life
DEDICATED TO STEVE6611
Reading as a Child
“The greatest tragedy of the family is the unlived lives of the parents.” - C.G. Jung
Stay Open
This poems is all about love and desire. :)
my best friend
for my little friend jj
That time again
Late fall is not easy on us unless we take time to appreciate the good and also to reflect on our life
dropsfallingdownlikewater
Minimalism
Enjoy my company
one day i will leave this world and never come back.... my parents and my family and my friends will cry to see me dead.... my friends will miss me when they sit together,but they will never hear my laugh,my voice.they will not be able to see m
Dreams
Dreams are surreal and ubiquitous events.
The life cycle
Inspired by cooking dahl
Just look!
And the past is gone, confined to history,we live for today its as far as we can see, but, history has a story to tell, it shows the future, it shows it well, because everything goes around and around, well, at least thats what I've found, so history
Be not what you say I am....
it's a personal situation of domestic abuse and chemical abuse; someone I once knew, to that someone that is they way they are now.
CAUGHT BETWEEN A KNOCK AND A HARD FACE by ~free!~
ACTUALLY I BEGAN ASKING THAT LAST QUESTION FOR AT LEAST TEN YEARS...THE WAY I ALSO WANT TO KNOW WHAT A PERSON WHO WAS BORN BLIND DREAMS ABOUT?
Fancy
It´s pleasant to spend time sleeping out, waking up, don`t have to jump up in a hurry, cozy breakfast, enough time doing things for yourself, everything you have to do ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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RE: TEMPTED?.....lol
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RE: Ring of death
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RE: To Belong (Waterfall Challenge)
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