Poems (34,323)

i fly, nestled in the security of my solitude,
for up here, no one can touch me at this altitude...
the clouds my playground while stars light my night,
wondering what the earth below does beneath my sky...

with these wings...

i soar, in my never ending canopy,
drawing life from the warmth that the sun has handed me...
safe above your earthly fears and all that kills you slowly,
free of all the hate and anger that you have always shown me...

with these wings...

i glide, not bound by greed or wealth,
all i do is fly, only worried about my health...
up here isn't heaven, but neither is it hell,
but its probably safer than down there i can tell...

with the wings...

i drift, happy in my clouds,
but how can i be happy, when i can't stop looking down...
longing to be amongst the crowd that call this earth a home,
instead of in my world of clouds, constantly alone...

with these wings...

between my fingers, stretched beyond their limits,
torn from flesh and cast aside, i can finally end this...
falling fast and gaining speed, i let my eyes slide shut,
for i'd rather be here on the ground, with my friends as we look up...

with these wings...

i'll give a feather to everyone that i would call a friend,
to remind you all that it was you, who made this world worth living in...

Watchful always Azure pools,
light falls upon the dark,
crying loud as if fools,
hearts shown are stark,

Feathered beats help to run,
but beware the cardinals red,
the feathers fall too close to sun,
the crying babes are fed.

Don't be eaten by the babes,
wait not for their chance,
sing them song that never fades,
don't give one more glance.

Hold your beat and join with another,
birds will always be a feather,
be of Azure pools together,
drown in each other forever.

Red, red feather, warns the heart,
but beware the mischievous white,
take your chance and never part,
Show them all your flight.

The hand will fall upon his head,
moving him right to left,
his voice will fall to deaf ears,
His emotions slowly are dead.

Singing his lullaby will lull his wall,
climb the bobbed wire peak,
he still will call but not to you,
though he will not let your mind fall.

Let him feel your pulsing heart,
bring his emotions whilst they degrade,
watch him as he spreads his wings,
Even to just be a part.

Each feather a thought,
though many turn from white,
he cries for those that are black,
Destroy the pain that his emotion has brought.

Love him tenderly though as a friend,
now until he says a word changed,
remember each thought a feather for you too,
in time his emotion will mend.

Why cant I tell you I love you ?
Why when I know I do I still search for someone new ?
Why cant you buy your own shoes ?
Why when I ask about us you say you have no clue ?
Why cant I tell you the truth ?
Why when you are not around I feel blue ?
Watever is the answer I get!
Watever makes me happy!
Watever I want !
Watever when it ends and then we back together again!
Watever is a more of an excuse !
Watever makes you happy is the truth !
Watever I want I do not know !
Watever when I get sick of you will be my explation!

There once was a planet named Earth
Where money could tell you your worth
A lot of trees died
As the Greens were defied
Now breathing just isn't such mirth.

I passed out in a memorable place today.
It was filled with the daily park filed activity
of faceless aborted currents and people or their families
just passing.
The report from the city’s grounds keeper
would be ‘no further maintenance required’.
It still is.

No one knows why I’m here,
no one knows that there are only two objects that exist within the curry of a mid day knock out,
two being a tree and a kiss.

Then I think of the summary, the sum, the reality
and what comes to mind is something along the lines of
it being ‘Una arena devoró
en su caliente que cambia lo imprevisible’

I woke up in a memorable place today
and in an instant, the tangibility of a lovable moment
slipped away into the children’s grass bound laughter’s
and petty violent squabbles of the homeless people hanging out.

There was anger before the last journey to a memorable place,
urgency before the sleep,
a grasp before the wake
and a glass slide of captivation slamming
into an encompassing wall of realization.

In the infraction of this novelty like grip
where people pass over and over
someone nowhere whispers
‘fini’
and for the first time in a while,
I feel it.

I passed out somewhere memorable today...

Hate is a door way with a door if you open the door
only hate will come in!
To war they heard is it because some one said its understanding no!
Hatred is what wars are made of and of greed i wonder if greed and hate love each other
Love is wanting to do what is right not what is in spite
Hate and see what you get you will see
Find a hate that has done some good
If you look at hate and stare it in the eyes it will lie
Because hate knows it has no place
Thats why hate stands in the door way to try to find a place
If you hate and put it in someones else's face
See what happens there will be only hate that spreads from that place
Yes i say to let it out this anger write it on paper and show hate its place crumpled and in the trash
So that hate will know it has no place
To the dump with the other smelly and disgusting mess that people make
For as you will see hate has no place so let it be
So if hate comes to your door and finds it way in
Go to the garbage can and tell hate your on your way to the smelly place and i will not let you in
For hate has no place
Its filth we will not bear
TO THE LANDFILL OF GARBAGE SMELLY AND GONE

Imagination is

holding a great lingering piano key

with the liquid shape of a woman

sliding down the note

un-holding to her silence

until the instantaneous satisfaction of the end.

You said goodbye
I fell apart
I fell from all we had
To I never knew
I needed you so bad

You need to let things go
I know, you told me so
I've been through hell
To break the spell

Why did I ever let you slip away
Can't stand another day without you
Without the feeling
I once knew ,,,

Oh hug me please!
Give me a great big squeeze.
Wrap your arms around me tight.
I want to stay this way all night.
When you give me a hug,
It gives my heart a tug.
And with each kiss,
There is much bliss.
Each one is a special touch,
And to me, means so much.

Hugs N Kisses
Kim