Poems (34,323)

Opinions clash,
Words like swords clash,
Hearts become cold,
Friendships grow old.

Different views collide,
Hopes and dreams divide,
Harmony is lost,
At what great cost?

Disagreement, a bitter pill,
Yet it can be overcome still,
With patience, respect, and care,
New understanding we can share.

purple light on the horizon
the days decay is evident
folding away like a passing storm
I'm growing older in the sun chair
tiny cold green bottles
the pleasure of lager leisure
when you're totally alone
the air breathes fresh
this light light air
surrendered to fortune
and when the stars come out
I'll drink another one for Kate
one for Julie
one for the dog long gone
one to show you never buckle
as damp as it gets
until the livings gone

You are in a room that has three switches and a closed door. The switches control three light bulbs on the other side of the door. Once you open the door, you may never touch the switches again. How can you definitively tell which switch is connected to each of the light bulbs?

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part II: Poetic Pillars – Questions and Answers ***
[ IX ]
*** In what Life resides ***



“Ark
In
(the) Sky; –
Fly
To
Ask
(A) Ray
Of
Sun; –

*** Root ***

I (am)
(A) Bug
In
My
Elm; –
Go
By
- May
Be –

*** Root ***

Dew
Bud
To
(A) Bee; -
Sit
To
/ Tea
- Hum
Me; -”



©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

I might as well be a lonely man
I might as well be sad and blue
I might as well be a lonely man
Cause lonely is all I do

I might as well be a forgotten man
No one thinks of me
I might as well be a forgotten man
Like someone who was lost at sea

I might as well be a broken man
In a thousand pieces or more
I might as well be a broken man
Like the dust you sweep out your door

I might as well sing to a wall
No girl is ever coming around
I might as well sing to a wall
Never be anyone to miss the sound

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part II: Poetic Pillars – Questions and Answers ***
[ VIII ]
*** Why Silence ***



“It
Is
Now
To
Be
Coy
- In
My
Joy –

*** Root ***

If
Man
Is
To
Die
(I) Am
Of
Ash…
St!.. {silence}
{:Onomatopoeia:}

*** Root ***

Dew
Gem
Of
(A) Red
Sky; -
To
Lay {down}
- Ask
Me; -”



©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

THE MUSE: EDELWEISS – Vol. I
*** Part II: Poetic Pillars – Questions and Answers ***
[ VII ]
*** Where the Lore ***



“If
To
Ask
It
Is
Due
To
My
Eye –

*** Root ***

Fed
My
Bee, -
Fly
To
Hum
(A) Cry
Of
(the / an) Oak –

*** Root ***

Sun
Ray
By; –
Shy,
Say
Hy; -
Thy
Art
- Be; -”




©Th3Mirr0r

(2018+ / 2019)

You are in a room that has three switches and a closed door. The switches control three light bulbs on the other side of the door. Once you open the door, you may never touch the switches again. How can you definitively tell which switch is connected to each of the light bulbs?

Solution: Turn on the first 2 switches and wait 5 minutes. Turn off one and go through the door. The light shining is the switch you left on. Now of the other two off lights one is still warm that will be your second switch which is now off. The third is a cold light and therefore the switch you didn't play with at the start.

Ta da!

The depth of her emotions - like a sea; -
Are something that few men can understand;-
Like Einstein with his relativity;
Where in this world we're but a grain of sand;-
Sometimes a spark in lady's eye I see;
(Then I feel humble, for I am just a man);-
The female, and the sacred, and the goddess;-
Where compassion soaks like tears down a dress.

It's women who gave birth to all our life;-
The reflection of her soul is in her eyes;
A gentle spirit in this world of strife;-
She rocks her baby softly lullabies;
And then maybe, she'll make a goodly wife;-
She wants understanding, when those tears she cries;
You must love her most - even when shes old;-
That's her comfort in a world so cold.

I say to all the ladies: we are but men;-
We have our weakness and our imperfections;
Forgive us when we stray, (just now and then);-
To seek solace in another girl's affections;
I'll try to be a better man - and when;-
I find love - it will be my resurrection.;
I'm not saying that, in beauty, you are blameless;-
Though with your gentle hearts, you do ashame us.




© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved

It’s February 14th, again.
The day is filled with news of doom,
Of stormy shores, of wars, of pain,
Of many sorrows. So much gloom.

It’s Valentine’s day, again…
But where is the love?
What could roses and chocolates do
To end the river between us two?
To end the wars and mend the world?

And yet, each year it comes again.
Urging, reminding us, that we should show
Our cherished friends, family, lovers and such, that,
Though they aren’t perfect, we love them so much.
Regardless of the state of the world…and of us, for that matter.
Would you be my Valentine, though I’m not perfect either?