Poems (34,370)

I don't want to say goodbye to U
But I need to say...

I don't want to leave you
but i have to leave..
Now, I'm going..
going away from U forever

Now, I'm going..
and leave you from my heart
forever!
Goodbye!
...........

Trying to be a knight
in shining armour,
I answered a call,
to save a daimsel,
in distress.
I went tilting
like old Dom Quichotte,
at a windmill.
Caught in a sail,
spun round and
round,
blind to what was before me,
ended crumpled on the ground.
She didn't want to be saved.
It ended in a bloody mess.
I wound up feeling like a frog,
pretending to be not
what I was,
to make sure
she knew not,
and went away
still feeling
like a princess.

If in an instant I could catch your gaze as deep blue waters catch golden rays To feel truly loved and understood at peace with life to know it's good But through these years I've walked in fear no glances caught and cloaked in tears My head held low shoulders stooped with loss I pray the chance I take is worth the cost

A thousand acres charred,
with a high wind guarantee
of more incinerating news.

Cinderella's crying,
read it in the morning papers.

Right now, a full moon shimmers
in the arms of a Joshuah tree
and sunset coughs,
through a brown, nicotine
filter on the far west horizon.
There's a leather clad,
whip cracking Dominatrix
devouring the terrain.

Sensuous,
she seems almost lazy.
You know you mustn't inhale
her smoke, puffed in crazy rings
the whore is never satisfied.

She promises nothing,
well, perhaps a reincarnation
will rise from the blistered demise
of her too-hot, passionate embrace;
her indifference is phenomenal.
So beautiful, so faithless
If she has a soul, it's as charred
and blackened as her heart.

Famous as a movie star,
I fan chase her, a storm
of quintessential moments
in her flash-point eyes
captured by my stuttering camera,
I never remove the red-eye.

One more picture for the road,
you temperamental Diva,
you godless goddess,
make your bow and depart!

Madame Wildfire trails
her dark cloak, enigmatically
smiling with pointed eyeteeth,
she goes anywhere she pleases.

what i do now
wander from room to room
sink from drink to drink
think from then to now

what i do now
TV on laughing out loud
pretending
everything is alright

what i do now
word games like scrabble
making words with no meaning
company some how

what i do now
waiting wondering
is this now
or should i wait

i didn't try
i tried
not to do the same again
i tried
to stop and just be
i tried
to know who is me
i didn't try
to be the me that you wanted to see

you miss me
you missed me
I miss you
I missed you
We miss the us of we

my happpening
my daughter
taken from me
the price
for we
a we that has no you
that has no me

put me in a quiet corner
with a book in my hand
with humanity moving in a stream around me
leaving behind echoes of laughter
steaming mocha drinks
teasing my nose
a rainy cool fresh breezy fall day
rich rustymustard leaves cling to
the grey side walk
a great day to observe

bring me a friend
one who understands
the need for companionable silent company
someone comfortable as
your aunt gladys straw hat
who has danced through the summer's of life
to be a bit sobered by approaching winter

this is not a place for cold observation but
a deep warmth to radiate out
in reflection
in appreciation of life around
a pause in the
hurryscurry days
reverence for life and its rhythm
knowing time is quickly
riding away

courage doesnt always wear a soldiers face
or a purple heart
courage is sometimes proceeded by great trepidation
whispering hope to move the fearful forward
into the unknown
the mother who shields her child
the man who lays down his life
day after day for family
those who are weak in body
yet their spirit is resilient
through frustration and pain
those whose faith never waivers
even when doubt surrounds them
facets of perserverance
illuminating their lives
such brilliance cant be matched
it is the best of the best
beating down all critics
shining portraits of humanity

We hope to find love
And we are in a hurry to find her
But love finds us
When is tme to find us.

Love is not a flower
Love is not a smile
Love is the need
To find a soul.

A soul which can cure
Other soul,bringing safe
Kindness,peace of soul
And love for the other soul.

A true love,is that
When that person is near you
Not only in good moments
But in the worst.

I keep thinking of you and I wish on a star that, somewhere, you are thinking of me, too!

Sweet dreams of love, of us holding each other tight and whispering the essence of our loving beings...

And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be than here in my room, dreaming about you and me!