I'm time
Just having fun with the word time.
you
I believe you are there, Somewhere in the endless air, A presence felt but never seen, A whisper in the silent dream. You are the gentle touch of breeze, That rustles through the autumn trees, The warmth of sun upon my face, A reminder of yo
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
True love
A story
Strive
I wrote this one night after watching the movie King Richard! Venus was about to have a big match and Serena was at the court starring at the court her dad walked up to her and told her in so many words that her hard work would pay off in due time!
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
Sing along
la la la la la
Blossom
Green leaf branches stretching The sun's glinting eye Awake the sleeping Barren branch Now blossoms in the sun Bud's open to the glow The rays of sun Life blossem to make The leaf grow Rise up into the sun Glistens from the heat A
YOU ARE THE MISSING PIECE
To the person who make the heart too fast. And made everything so new!
Love
I love and lost really to love again Love have no boundaries or no color
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
Clearance rack
Overheard this sorting through the clearance rack
When you Lose your Shadow
Looking at the funny side of things
Rowing Away to Love
Written from the perspective of an unfulfilled dream about love.
You again
When he didnt say goodbye
Stay Open
This poems is all about love and desire. :)
guys
true story
be kind to people
true stort
Downhill
Reflecting on my first terrifying and thrilling downhill ride
? Sorry don't have one yet.
I’d like to be a nest if you were a little bird. I’d like to be a scarf if you were a neck and were cold. If you were music, I’d be an ear. If you were water, I’d be a glass. If you were light, I’d be an eye. If you were a foot, I’d
Frog’s Legs
Just a story
In the soil within
Red barren dust from the ground the Sound you are their My precious The sound from within The lure of greed tainted Man's soul For lie in the barren soil unseen Sound of metal and mans greed Bright yellow Destroyer of man's soul Man'
Love Will Endure
Love is all about believing who you are what you already believe.
Life is lair
Im tired....we olse the time ..every time....our shapes are changing....our life details are changing....at the end...we dy....we finish
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
DO NOT READ THIS!
Wow! This one is WAY DIFFERENT from any of my usual styles. It felt like I was on a high as I wrote it, or rather, it wrote itself. I just arranged the words on a piece of brown paper bag as I sat at a bus stop. I believe the first time a child catches a parent in a lie, or observes them doing something immoral or illegal, they are very confused and sadly may even, like the child in this poem, question that parents love for them. And now for something completely different...Is the crying this little girl heard coming from outside or inside the house? Is it her mother? Her sister? Does she believe it could be her daddy that's making it happen. And what could this child possibly feel when she looks at him? She asks him twice if he loves her.
Dreams
Dreams are surreal and ubiquitous events.
Insomnia
Ive written it some time ago. But the problem is still with me......
You mask it all too well
Just remembering of what could have been.
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.....
Will You ?
I have so much love to give. Lots of care and affection to share. So..let...me...ask...you...now...whilst...I..dare Will..you..be..my...precious..treasure? Will...you...be...my...man ? Will..you..be..my..superhero ? Let...me...b
Angel
This poem is written to share a experience I had and a woman I met many years ago whom I believe came to both teach and bless us all ....I have never forgotten her ... she touched my heart.
Dream the African night
Far out, and no I wasn't stoned on the whacky baccy.. :)
That which is whispered
as she left ..
Dear Deer
I spend 10 years writing this poem
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.
As a matter of fact
* " Such is life".......So said Ned Kelly - (famous Australian Bush Ranger)
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
i see you and you see me
Trawling through the many faces, From here there and far out places, You could have a lot to say, Or just where'd you like to go on our date someday? I see you and you see me, So don't be shy and send a message or three. ??
(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
Reading as a Child
“The greatest tragedy of the family is the unlived lives of the parents.” - C.G. Jung
RE: This Place I Call Home
Thank you Kathy...
RE: I was eating cornflakes for two days, "Sydney"
sophiasummer: thanks for the reminder of the summer of love. my brother was there, though I was a little too young to go at the time, i do remember, it was a magical time of my life. thanks....
RE: First Contact
Please, never confess that you're shy and timid, with crazy mind, etc. You are harming yourself by owning things that you actually do not possess. Judging from poems you write you know perfectly well what to say and how to make a move, just don't own...
RE: The First chance
I have never penned any poems or written words in descriptive format like this before July 2013. These are my first and probably last poems for a while until I feel that ignited charge again that made me want to write how I felt....
RE: Electric
Thank you brother Cafe! Ken...
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