Last Viewed Poems (34,328)

Fragrant bloomed mind
Captures full glows play kind
Winds ply art chords, as heart stage
Shade made fly of acrostic, as eyes page
Deep inside sight of bright
Conner of my eye show
As a mutual poetize grow
Thinking of repent
Before my mind bent
I sent
To spent
Ink
The moment I feel out the nature of art
“I feel a poem”

Sitting in my kitchen of the house on
a country hill side.
Cooking some eggs,bacon,toast and coffee.

The house is warm and country skillet is
being serve all nice and hot.
Coffee is brewing and sweet aroma it is.

The house sits all quiet and still but
it is the best place to get,
a good country breakfast.

This is why they call it home~~~~
©breathless22

I saw a monkey at the
brook field zoo.
He looked at me
as he was swinging
from his maple tree.
This is liberating it
sets my mind free.
Swinging from a tree
is definitely the
life for me.
Watch as i play
and have fun for
all to see as i am
a monkey who is
free for i play
here with my family.

You’re looking in a mirror,
Your eye too is a mirror,
Now,
Looking in a mirror,
A mirror reflected in,
A mirror,
Are you the watcher?
Are you the watched?
Reflected,
Reflected again,
Ad infinitum,
Watching,
Reflection watching,
Reflection’s reflection, watching the watched,
Which are you?

Watcher.....Or....The watched?

Watch......Watch....

Which?

(Relationship)
Finding relationship today is asking for miracle,
Because most breathing life though a spiracle.
We come and we go and we do talk to so many,
Is it because our thought worth just a penny?

Young women do fall in love in need of family, kids,
Older women here for ego-boosting and mind-whims.
Much easier for a woman to love a cat, bird or a dog,
A man is under a microscope and often called a frog!
We do hear, kissing many frogs till the coming prince,
Indeed the expression of many women in this wince!

Comparing apples and oranges according to our need,
An empty wallet therefore, is one who doesn’t lead.
Thus love is measured in success and material wealth,
Who the hell cares about mind, soul and spirit health?

(Where have we gone wrong?)
We have given our love to a cat or Jack the dog,
Peter is secondary because the dollar is our God.
We can feed for life three cats and couple of dogs,
But the man has to be financially secure with 2 jobs!

We think we will live forever and never get old,
Suddenly we're on a sick bed, NO hand to hold!
There is a priest who is giving us the last right,
We wonder what we have done wrong in fright!

(Our search 2 stanzas)
If we are all here looking for the same thing,
Why is it so hard to find just one with to string?
The chatter of our mind is drowning the heartbeat,
And in the prison of our mind is where we retreat.

Green and red lights flashing... but who pays heed,
When in those illusions we have such hungry feed!
The heart is pulling hard to the direction of love,
The mind saying I'm ego driven, the hell with that!

(Flirts Disrespect Unkindness & Ignorance)
We do send flirts and interest all from the heart,
A reply seldom comes for humbleness is an art.
We paint pages of birds, dogs, roses and cats,
If we are to paint a self-portrait is a darn task,
We are to use no colors but a thousand masks.
Easy for a woman and for no reason to ignore a man,
Unkindness, disrespect and ignorance hits the fan.

(Material)
When God created Adam blew spirit into him,
And there comes Eve taking one of his ribs!
Man Adam always looking for his missing part,
To Eve apples on the tree have taken her heart.

(Distance, material & ego)
We do wonder about age, distance and miles,
Instead of looking for those great smiles.
Interested about diplomas job and income,
Material and ego are very hard to overcome.

(Chance & hope)
We take a marker, we cross out that chance,
And we forbid the heart to have that dance.
Some talking about hope but what is hope?
It’s that something that has no real scope.

Two hopeful hearts, two alike souls
Longing to be together, to become one
Though many miles may separate them
Enduring Faith and Love binds them together
The dark voids within each of them
Growing smaller with each passing day
One common goal, these lonely souls share
A Predestined and Blissful future that lies ahead
After a long lifetime of hoping and seeking
Their searches have finally come to an end.

Finally they reached a place called Austria. The language of the inhabitants was almost the same sound as German except it was more melodious. It was here high in the Alps that they decided to settle. They built their home there and opened what they called a monastery. They called it ' Boys Unwanted Monastic Society' or B.U.M.S. for short.

Soon they had unwanted boys coming from all over Austria and Germany. It was then the eldest brother came up with the idea of producing the Bier that was produced in their village. They then would open a Gasthaus and trade the Bier for items of value. They all agreed that it was a good idea. The only problem was they did not have the full recipe.

What they ended up producing was far stronger than anything ever produced in Hamburg and one pint could knock a man out for days on end. They called it Bums Bier. One guest that arrived had a prodigious thirst and drank more than a dozen bottles. When he finished he gave a mighty burp and fell to the ground. There he lay for twenty years. The story is oft told of old Rip Caravan Wrinkled.
The brothers lived happily in the Austrian Alps and flourished. Their little enterprise grew so big that they had to expand into other countries. Soon they had Gasthauses everywhere

Tears trickle down the cheek so
Over what I do not know
Words exchanged in heated form
Only to be left on deaf ears alone
Was either right or so
Tis not matter for the harm be done
Pride and fear came about to do their harm
And tears trickle down the cheek so
Ahh but the darkest hand moves swift
In unjust form
Words but unheard, left unknown
The silence burns the day and glows in the night
As tears trickle down the cheek so
Judgments made to do harm
Ahhh how they highlight unknown flaws
Made from the unheard words
Emotions confound
Ahhh but the scorn of an intimate trust
Tears trickle down the cheek so
To accept my blame I must
To accept all the blame I cannot trust
Yet tear trickle down the cheek so
For what I do not know
Words repeated over and over but left unheard
Tis not so, they were left not understood
They were left not wanting to be known
For pain goes deep in the soul
Scars cover the heart so
A barrier to the known
And tears trickle down the cheek so
For what I do not know
But the darkest hand moves swift
All compassion gone.

I know you won't come back
verything that was .Time has left is behind
I know that you won't return
What happened between us?
Will never be repeated
Even when a thousand years pass
It won't be enough to fade you away and to forget.
And now I'm here
Trying to turn valleys into cities
Mixing the sky with the sea.
I know I let you escape,
I know I lost you
Nothing can be the same;
A millennium could be enough for you to forgive
I'm here, loving you
Suffocating, in photographs and scrapbooks,
In objects and mementos
Can't comprehend
I am driving myself mad
Changing a foot for My own face
The letters I wrote,
I never sent
It's all the matter of time and faith
A millennium with another thousand years...
Are enough to love?
If you still think something of me...
You know I'm still waiting for you...

Standing in the rain of life,
All washed away, it was a lie.
Dark clouds forming tears,
Trickling down with fears.

Destiny, hope, laughter,
Love, togetherness, joy,
Shattered and smashed,
Like a child's used toy.

Totally gone is the delight
And all gladness of heart,
The daydreams of happiness,
Everything flew in to the past.

Thought I had it all, all gone.
Washed away in the rain,
And in this vicious storm.
Details flashing in my brain.

Tears keep falling joining,
The rain and the storm.
Thinking what have I done?
To deserve so wrong.

I hear the thunder,
Of my falling pride.
My broken heart,
In pieces I cry.

In the middle of the storm,
Walking in the dark alone.
The wind is blowing hard,
Loosing my steps I fall...

Falling on my knees.
Loud I cry, please...
OH my dear God...
Here I am on my knees,
In the dark and I'm cold.

The wind has not let go,
And the rain did not stop.
I realize more is to come,
Tears falling without hope,

There a voice, so clear,
Calling my name Elia, Elia.
I lifted my head and tears,
Filled my eyes with fears.

At that, instantly I rise,
I began to walk, walk....
Towards a new beginning.
And all the fears and tears,
Of my past are now locked.