Awakening
I cannot wait to touch you Or melt into your grasp Rhythmic pulse of fervor Unearth the sultry wrath Breathe in my lovesick potion Intoxicate your veins Inhale all of my essence ‘Til drunkenness remains Release your ardent passion Let
Alexander Aaron
Such Savage Imagination
you
If I could hold the quill of truth over the page of unfolding story and hold it still and let the page itself write the words of your defining glory if I could see the candle that lights the table beside your bed and see that light
His Name EXplodes >
Isaiah 41:10 Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.’
No Mistakes
When my hopes fade And my dreams die. And I find no answer By asking why. I just keep on trusting And hang on to my faith. Because God is just He never makes mistakes. Should the storms come And trials I must face. When I find no solution
Words
Some words let you in. Some words shut you out. Others build an icy wall between, frozen block upon frozen block— not unkind, simply formidable— to dismiss the connection. Ah, but no words— therein lies the dagger!
Hurled Words
Your words like stormy pebbles hurled at me cross my other cheek pierce my side ‘til no longer a doubting Thomas am I. Darts fly. Bleeding from the wounds inflicted by nails driven into flesh, hands stuck in odd repose ask, [i
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
Troubled Planet. (southmiami Haiku Challenge)
A brief synopsis of world inhumanity.
Little April
blues lyrics, calendar love
My song
I just heard this in the morning and wrote it down
MY FOREVER VALENTINE
this poem goes out to that special person in everyone"s life! as for me, I wrote this poem soley for jasmine; my four legged wife!
The dance of colors
Giving up control is the only option we have sometimes
Before the sun forgets its way
This was inspired by the bright magical colors of the fall
Break-up
Wintery weather occasionally stirs up sadness
A wave ride
What I have learned from riding the dark wave
Poetry for beginners
A Haiku reciipe
A little bird
Once upon a time a little bird kept coming back to my window likely to inspire me to write this poem
DREAMING
A LOVE SONG FOR THE BROKEN HEARTED, IN HOPES THEY CAN FIND A LOVE TO WALK HAND IN HAND THROUGH ETERNITY!
Haiku Duet.
Haikus are a challenge to say what you want in so few syllables.
Temporary Release.
Recently I had a worrying health scare but thank God all tests and scans were clear. I wrote this little poem in the hospital car park. I need to say...... It was Cancer that made me write so without it I wouldn't be part of this lovely family-like corner. Thanks for all your reads and comments. Special thanks to "C" for kind support , and "L" for prayers. Onwards and upwards..........Mick.
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
Wild flowers
What a beautiful spring day, I just had to go out and play I stumbled upon a field of wild flowers. Flowers bring much delight to me.No two flowers are alike So many scents coming my way, they tickle and make my nose twitch all day What a beauti
streets (for Liam Reilly)
For Liam Reilly (Singer, Songwriter, RIP)
Mandroid.
A factory full of odds and ends, assembled and arranged in lines by non-mechanical beings. Punchdrunk time cards chart their lives through typical weeks with typical tasks. Printing the barcodes, scanning the barcoded things. Plotting points on a
The road travelled.
It is about the differing results of how we react to a warning.
Dec, 2019
I.. once had a girl or should I say I once had three blonde, brunette and red one crazy night took me to bed they told me they worked in the city and started to laugh I told them that I was quite willing but had torn a ca
Spring Mix
Inspired by spring
Dressed in White..
Depicting Winter snow as a new bride....Just letting my imagination roam freely. Christmas is a time for family and fond memories.
E.M.Forster's poem
It describes how we should be ready to encounter problems in life and surpass them.
I am not a poet
This poem is for love
Our search for love in dating sites Part 2!
YOU MIGHT WANT TO READ PART 1 FIRST (Complicated minds) What has happened to that simplicity of life? In war with love, in dissension heart & mind. It is really so and the reason we are all here, For ages to come, till we drop dead my dear.
San 7 Star me Gnorises! (GREEK)
San seven star me gnorises me efta asteria fotina, pou se tris meres kanan ta xiliades milia midenika. Irtha konta sou mousa mou ton erota na imniso, tou inirou mou pnoi gia oso mou emene na ziso. Ta efta asteria pesane stis agapi sou ti limni,
H Prosefxh Pou Egine Litania! (GREEK)
Kapos etsi xekinise mia prosefxi pou egine litania, Me mia prosklisi ke apo mena mia thisia, Eftasa sti xenitia ftera ston erota kardia. H istoria afti ine mia thliveri dokimasia, Den variese fili mou min dinete simasia, Ine kiali san eme me
Afto pou den emathes pote! (GREEK)
To poso poli sagapisa pote den tha to mathis, ap tin zoi mou perases ke omos semna exathis. Esy kali mou mou xarises sta xili mou filia, opos ekina ta diavatarika ke agirista poulia. Ta xeria mou den edesa trigiro sto lemo sou, esy omos pisti
Thanks Santa
Santa was a big part of my childhood and still is a part of my Christmas celebration. The best depiction of him is in the cartoon Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer.
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
Lament for a C/S Poetess.
This is written in memory of Christina.... ( Pseudonym Odette67), a C/S Poetess who graced this corner for years with special poetry and honest critique. She lived in the beautiful Lake District in Cumbria, England and passed away earlier this year. Her favourite poetry form was a Sonnet so this one is for you Dear Christina. Sleep soundly with the Angels..we'll see you on the other side. Mick.x
Snow
I love snow, it's so pretty!
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE
A TRIBUTE TO MY CAT, JASMINE! I WILL NEVER BE CONTENT UNTIL WE ARE REUNITED!
I Dont Want to Wait for Train All Night
An on going LIST OF THOUGHTS I REMEMBERED WHEN IM IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE B/W SLEEP AND AWAKE
Last Thanksgiving?
I have to wait and see if we have a Christmas get together. My sister and her kids have boycotted my Mom and Shane and want nothing to do with them. It's a shame because there were 24 people that came over for Christmas back in 2018, 2019 the total was 5.