Most Commented Health Poems (230)

Wicked as Wilding
Who only chose

to his
to put
it
he such
alone upon his

milding

O)h I'm strange

truly as you can be
lifting to always
no way to be

such a sleeze


covered on today
washed with yesterday

I'm saved!



Bat all you lonely ones

sleeping on
the wasted sands

weep

that only pure of heart
digs at times

The wealthy minds..

Who shall but hold my hand

Yet one to smile and rest

I lived
he said

For all ribbons
that lay silently

smooth
the righted castles

upon
the bed

of points

my arrow
never felled

to which stage
I felt
So Scared

Yet walked away

no money
to be feared

Straight ahead and looking forward and moving thru tine and space and the optics ahead keeping the pace on the race one step to begin and only though is to win in the mind transitions slowly takes hold the flame and the earth the air the fire returns to the heart body and the spirit seeks the determination meets with every nerve alive the mind getting clearer with sweet dripping from every pour heading for the finish line shining ever more in side the trainers mind..

Volcano lava
Burning charcoal fired up
Dry ice cubes in hand

Is he greedy they ask
Have you ever seen him alone by himself
Lines on his face journeys they are
Wandering life days.

He's not a bone in his body to current day hosts
Part's of his past, new surfaced ghost's.

Chooses carefully he doe's
As those minute's change the ones
Waitin next inline
Fertilize the thought that you seem to want grown.

A willing cry you want heard in the night
Or a silent smile as you're a shadow of one.

Society in stride, waitin for the rules to read and abide.

Hell I'm not sayin to break em, just live to the edge
That word spelled en oh find it more less
While minutes in your day are yelled in said yes.

Yet in drama's your stance
Sorry bout your luck and so sorry to hear!


~Bentlee~

A clock ticks, recording time never to return
Disappearing for ever, like photos that burn
Was time wasted, or are memories retained
Brining smiles, not tears representing rain

I recall as a child, everyone seemed old
In youth I was shy, not strong and bold
In Maturity I'm more confident, in control
Still feeling youthful, certainly never dull

Attitude is ours, to nurture and own
Comes with experience, of seeds sown
With many life options, we must decide
Hopefully we asked, for the wise to guide

Final choices are ours... it just has to be
Never blame others, into the future see
Being brave at times, can make us strong
As admitting in hindsight, if we was wrong

Learning from mistakes, acceptable in life
Whether good or bad, can lead to strife
Character building, inner strength can grow
Good people are important, you'll by now know

Some you can trust, others you must not
Never regret the process, join every dot
Those who make you sad, will pull you down
Remember smiles are important, not a frown

So as you mature, there are experiences leant
Emotional bridges, can so easily be burnt
Find what makes you happy, enjoy each day
Age isn't so bad, pick choices wisely ...
or health will pay.

I want to give you a recipe for youth: find an intelligent and reliable man and let him kiss you, all wrinkles disappear from passion.

Sigh quietly, raise your chest slightly, as if you are starting to feel sad, and gesture with your eyes to the embrace.

Well, then - let him hug you

Remember that youth is love! Envy, gossip, and anger are diseases

To maintain eternal youth, falling in love renews blood and relieves stress, depression and fatigue!

Though it may seem only judgment in psychology
I'm really assisting The "Body" in it's assimilation of "nutrients"
in THE SPIRIT,you see.
The rational thought process;opening our attunement to the influence of our divine nature
Being on "the wheel" in THE WILL,
with my rewarding honorable Harp gift
you can see the ripple effects are working out a cure as we all experience the Last Days' shift!

My true love will be my special treasure, my new love always deserves nothing but true love and compassion at all times. She deserves happiness at all times and treated with my special love she always wants and deserves. Treating her like she's a princess no matter what. Taking care of her when she's having a bad day or ill. I'm a loving man waiting to treat my gal with love and respect at all times good or bad.

Clipped wings and hobbled ankles
His idea of love
Blinders and in a box
His idea of love
Why did I give him the keys?

A jogger jogs to clear the head
I have heard that said
A dancer dances and the artist paints
For the glory of the audience or for
The pleasure of expression?

Such a big world
No physical boundaries to restrict
Yet, I have become at risk
To have wings clipped and hobbled ankles
Handed the keys over in the name of love