Age
Age has a no Whats your no may I ask Are you old are you young You may ask Will I tell Or give you a no don't ask What is age have you Lived a life of stiff have you chilled with a life of ease you may ask will I tell you may have to
Humble Pie
The absolute truth is just like a small slice of pie and always better than nothing.
Treasures Of The Mind
This scenario shows two sides of a child’s vision of the future world of tomorrow.
Treasures Of The Mind
This scenario shows two sides of a child’s vision of the future world of tomorrow.
Elegy to an Irish Springtime.
Banshees and Faeries are huge figures in Irish folklore. The Banshee is associated with heralding a person's passing to the spirit world.
If ever… (written in 2016, revised in 2022)
For my brother....
Can it be 2022
Can it be 2022 Sirens sound People hide in hollows Deep Destruction heard Tanks roll by in captive cities War declared stay doors People hear bombs destruction seen people hide people flee People dead Can it be 2022 Will it lead to
Have you heard...?
Love can die for different reasons. Two reasons are the physical loss of a loved one and the emotional loss of a 'once-loved' one. Both can be traumatic.
When time are tough in a relationship, try to remember the good things they always out weigh the bad
Rough time tough time it always come to an end. Trust in God
Can you live without me
Is it merely a poem that I love writing I love riding poems are at least expressing palms I'm also a philosopher of life I believe in things that may be and may not be I look at things in straight eyes and not I don't wear Rose colored glasses I see things the way they are some people look at things in a positive way and some people look at things in a negative way this is what makes us all different and great ways if no one really understands negative and positive always attract their selves no matter what you cannot put a positive positive together they just won't work if you're a magnet but if you flip them over and try to put them together they will stick together so hard that it's very hard to pull them apart life is like a magnet you have to be attracted to each other to be able to make it work
Embryo
Into this void Off liquid one so small From tiny dot One thus grow Two limbs Four limbs now grow One choirs emotion Motions the head one floats one drwells in the void of liquid life ones tail does follow as one swims about sound from outsi
Serenity
This poem is about losing someone dear to your heart and finding the strength in the little that is salvaged,,, and the light that shines way after your loved ones are gone,
Do not go gentle into that good night
Poem by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night
my fav poetry
Alone
From childhood´s hour I have not been As others were I have not seen As others saw I could not bring My passions from a common spring From the same source I have not taken My sorrow I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone And all I
Full Moon
Waiting here all alone , sitting on the sofa with my phone Since you left me as your precious stone Never know why our love hasn't grown Nights and days seem gloomy and cloudy When i think about our memory I loved you and you loved me And
Cat Fight
Peace
Silhouette
One day when you relapse and you do really need someone as a companion to comfort you, someone you expect to be your best side to at least giving you more time, but they were all gone and disappeared. So the only thing you could do just write everything on paper like I do. I know people have their own business. So since that day I never beg for their time. Never beg for attention etc. People will make time if they want to. If they're not, just walk away.
Going Under
Even in death... you still hold on
Don't go there
Don't go there Cries the hidden voice Inviting lush water's edge Hidden dangers lurk Shortness of breath Freezes ones sense Express ones breath Frozen from water's deep Danger lurks pulls from beneath It waits for You and him and her
Lost souls
In body and soul You where here Taken from us Now your gone Are tears flowed Hearts broken I carried your box to heavens gate The doors opened they let you in Are kind dear mother Now your gone We carry you in are hearts And are s
JUST THAT KIND OF GIRL
Encouraging a close friend after her near total collapse under the weight of a very troubled past that simply refused to let her be.
Oh How I Loved Her; Hillbilly Musing
Great memories from my youth in Almost Heaven, West Virginia. My Sweet Hillbilly Girl, the Lord took her, way too soon. The reference to "Mini Thin" refers to a West Virginia native Hillbilly rapper. Check him out Y'all!
rough diamond shine
eagerly awaiting eagerly anticipating my diamond, where are you? i need a stone, to join my throne i need a poem to find my lass, best i turn up the gass. this aint no techno blast. just need a lover, with which i can dance, just need a d
Being a fool
This is written by a very good friend of mine. I thought it's very interestingly beautiful and I'd love to share it. I'm learning so much from this friend and I know I'm blessed to swim in his world.
Alone
From self-love & acceptance https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WUVaQLSJUcg&index=17&list=PLAcPQaZVp85bdC5qHoNwCoPvcSlKzDMyh
into the void
Are expanding universe
Regrets and Gratitude
Went on a poetry- writing hiatus for over 2 years so feeling like a stranger to both poetry writing and the poets in the corner now. I hope there are still poets here of my days...it would be nice to hear from you all again. Our furry friend was put down this weekend due to his failing health. I didn't think his passing away will move me as much as it did. Nothing much has stirred me in the past three years that's enough to help me find the courage to try writing again.
the model
Porcelain skin Smooth to touch You stand on high for all to see Figure 10 Features less face hidden You look from monuments high On folk below No one knows who you are Your past hidden future unknown drapped in your best For all to
for you mom
you where here You where here Inbody and soul To hear you talk To laugh once more i know you you gone I know you cant come back Your with me always In my soul you still with me mother In my soul
The Unknown Unknown about "tomorrow" future.
This piece of poem was writing some yrs back as i laid on my bed doing some thinking as i always do when i'm up in the morning. I couldn't figure out why even tomorrow - nearest future is so unpredictable and those who are happy now could be the saddest tomorrow due to bad news and those unhappy today could be the happiest tomorrow too and so on. so i wrote these lines down after that moment.
look at one self
Into the abyss One ventures in time From birth to Heaven One dwells in time As we age Changes we not notice for we change With a blink of an eye from childs knowledge We gain matter and thought are knowledge expands we gain Are mi
Protect
in the memories of lost love
This Blue Train
This Blue Train tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face... unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence... i watch the blue fog slowly move in, penetrating each and every glance of mine eye... the blue train slowly pass
Solitude Consumes Me Again
© Syd bliZZard
Love/Loathe
© Syd bliZZard
Africa in one glance 1980
I worked in Zambia for 6 weeks. The only things I took back to the UK were the clothes I wore. Many people have helped but not enough. I came home knowing that the Colonial days were much better for the people. Today we see the wars that I saw in the eyes of a child's desperation. My guess is that the boy is dead. in 1980 men lived to an average age of 35.........He would be about 41 Wars rage all over Africa. I did little more than write a poem
Earth Calling Me Home
In 1980 I flew to Zambia. In fact then and now I fly often enough to experience emergencies. In 1980 considered what could happen. I prepared myself by writing this poem.
Jeff
Mate o mine passed yesterday. f*ck ya all!! Ha ha Peace n love. Part of the 'Indo express'surfing pioneers. Great stories in the lunchroom! 'Sea of Darkness' is the movie of their lives.RIP mate! Mark
LOST IN THE PAST.
Searching for something that may never be known, mental disturbance turns a heart back to stone.
Cascade (Cascade of sad music)
Je me sens perdu dans mes pensées que je ai oublié la tristesse écho des violons de l'automne derrière moi l'étreinte glacée de l'hiver dernier hante ma mémoire comme une douleur engourdissant quand je peux espérer fleurs du printemps Je aurais
No Reason Not To Adore
This poem is also written for the one cindrella of dreams,one like to have magic stick by,his/her weeps disappear all............
RE: 10th Dimension?
Certainly very multi dimensional. Nice comments on poetry and its multi facets....
RE: Quiet ~Storm
Hello Quiet Storm, Quite Unique Write, tho when I waited for the storm clouds to arise, the wind changed its Direction, and the storm past By... Maybe another Guy, but the clouds disapated, Back into the Sky, Their was only Drops that waved Goo...
RE: SILENT SENTRIES
Thank you Socrates. Yes God does speak to us through his spirit - the Holy Spirit which lives in us once we accept Him. I feel he also uses nature and living beings such as trees, butterflies, hummingbirds, animals of all kind to speak to us as wel...
RE: Ah....Sweet Youth part 2
you do realize you're going straight to hell, dont you? just kidding, just kidding, what a yarn, truly, truth is sooo often stranger than fiction, i'm sure glad you dug this out and posted again, we got to know you a little better, what price can one...
RE: watching
Please imagine turn your Tvs,computers,mobiles off just for an hour you may hear,there is still a better world out there So true Beni,i like it!...
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