Poems (34,318)

Life is great. Oh no its not.
You have not seen or wish you forgot.
Not just me it's reality you just don't tell.
Just because it's safe to do so they say.
Bite the hand that feeds will not succeed.
Said priest to altar boy in the basement.
Amen

I am, Child, Sister, Daughter, Mother, Friend, Therapist, Momma bear, Protector, Granny.

Wraps them all in a box lined with cotton wool, places my heart on top, closes the box.

Walks into Hands and arms strong enough to rest in for a while, feeling the tears washing my face.

Will collect my box just now, wipe my face, smile and continue.

Laying here, thinking..

I can take a marker, stand in front of a mirror and literally trace my heart on my chest.

I feel each beat and watch it in wonder in that mirror.

Not sure how I feel, I think I am coming to life, or shutting down.

Just standing and watching it beat.

Place my arms over the outline to hold it together.

Looks up into eye's that are just watching myself without expression..

Why?

I love the internet
Have been coming here to get what I wanted to get
Halloween and Christmas fortune cookies, Rap snacks, Herr's Deep Dish Curls
45 records I could give a whirl
Sharing my writings on here
But some troll made it clear
Even here you are not as safe as it seems
We'll do stuff to you that will make you want to scream
So I was forced to change my password and then forgot
Should have written it down, and now I'm hot
I'm mcradloff who has to use daradloff instead
But at least the new password is still in my head!

When you fall in love, it's an amazing feeling.

But when your Soul fall's in love,
Wow, the world becomes alive again.

The falling of winter leaves becomes a wonder.

You look around and really see the beauty that is Life.

I am suddenly very alive, and walking on Cloud's.

10 years that sure has been a long time now I'm alone but I'm not sad anymore. My heart has grown my mind has lived and knows that I am someone I always wanted to be for sure. I feel now I am like a river that's been living for years but I'm just that bit that goes to the shore. 10 years yes it's been a wild ride with you and even though we are not together anymore we are friends till the end of the world And I'm taking my new steps to find my peace that I've always needed to be cured. I've always thought being alone was sadness and I tip my hat to the days with you that made me feel like I was nailed to the floor. I'm glad you're still my friend and I hope we both find another love for each we live we laugh we learn.

Who are you what do you do
As I scroll through the profiles looking for you
You maybe tender you may be tall
If I don't keep trying I will surely fall

Your hair maybe short it could even be long
If you don't like my look you will pull out your tongue
You could be light you could be heavy
If we hit the bright lights together we can have a beavy.

Don't be shy don't be scared
The good lord has arranged that were romantically paired.
It's only a short poem just to say
When you message me don't forget my names Paul not Jose.

LONELYNESS
Longing fills the hours of my night, Lavender dreams in twilight's sight,
On a canvas of Daisies painted in the moonlight.
Nights like these whisper a silent plight,
Eternal echoes of Orchids taking flight.

Yearning for a touch, a voice so sweet, like an Azalea's repeat,
Each moment, like an Iris, feels incomplete.
Shadows, like Nightshades, claim defeat,
Sorrows have found a quiet retreat.

Over the hills, beneath the indigo sky, Lilies lie,
Night paints a picture, an intense outcry.
Laying bare the heart, the whispers of goodbye,
Yearns for the dawn, a relief to comply.

Nightfall cloaks the world in a tranquil haze,
Each star a beacon, like a Sunflower's gaze.
Solitude, like a Tulip, speaks in mysterious ways,
Seducing the heart in its intricate maze.

Sighs of loneliness, the silent bell, a Rose can tell,
On memories of love, my thoughts dwell.
Never again to be under the spell,
Love’s fleeting dance, like a Daffodil, I remember it well.

Yearning whispers in the night, no one to appease,
Eclipsed by the silence, brought to its knees.
Solitary heart, like a Lotus, longing for release,
Strumming the chords of a melancholic piece.

Over the horizon, the morning sun will rise, like Marigolds surprise,
New day, new hope beneath the azure skies.
Love, they say, never truly dies,
Yearning, like a Violet, in the heart forever lies.

Echoes of the past in the corridor of time, just like a Primrose's rhyme,
Softly murmur a forgotten love rhyme.
Seducing the senses, an ageless mime,
Solitude's song, beautifully sublime, like the call of a Jasmine's chime.

She is a storm,
a pioneer
and a visionary.

Her eyes are
deep pools
of esoteric history.

They whisper
of tantalizing magic
secrets and mysteries.

Not mine,

Continuation...........

On the second level, merchants' homes and shops arrayed,
here were homes, of richer bearing, belonging to the more powerful,
mini palaces, with minarets adorning their heads, of purest gold,
the scents of the Orient, here they did waft on the air, intoxicating.
Each scent mingled with the next, inducing peace, a gentle narcotic,
Listen, mighty ones, the sounds of trade ever singing,
these mini palaces had indoor bathing facilities for the inhabitants,
beautiful mini gardens, behind these dwellings, such beauty.

Now look, see in your mind's eye, level three, the communal gardens,
they were lush, green areas, surrounded by Kaleidoscopic colour,
there were shapes and descriptions, of all kinds of exotic plants,
they seemed, painted onto this scene, by a master's hands.
so skillfully crafted, these gardens of love, peaceful to the mind,
there were trees of mighty girth, lifting their many arms in praise of the Gods,
there were secluded, hidden areas, those areas for lovers to be left alone,
indeed, I, as your Bard, I tell you, all desires were catered for.

On the fourth level, homes for the palace staff, grandiose buildings,
virtual palaces, as close as could be to the merchant's homes in style,
from golden window casings, the Badicha plain could be viewed complete,
the inhabitants blessed, the splendour of love's dreams theirs.
In dwellings fit for mighty kings, they lived out their lives.
within your minds, know that all knew love and joy within Alahsar,
These homes had larger bathing areas within,
sounds of joy did ever sound within each dwelling, happy people.

Lords and Ladies, lift up your horns to the splendour that is Alahsar,
to that most beautiful jewel, under a low, midnight sun,
on level five, the king's palace and its vast gardens stand-alone,
the great golden glory, of he, known only as the golden king.
Lift up your horns, all you who hearken to my words,
drink the blessed mead and in your hearts, ever, Alahsar remember,
In one mighty cry may our voices be heard,
"Glory And Honour!!!"

Oh, golden king, your mighty kingdom lives,
Look down mighty king, on all that is yours,
your glorious name through ancient tales remembered,
in infamy or glory, this tale shall tell.
We look back, into an ancient world, long forgotten,
the golden dream of Alahsar facing its greatest trial,
now, hearken close my Lords and Ladies, while my tale unfolds,
come to the greatest wonder, Alahsar.

To Be Continued..........