Most Commented Quatrain Poems (302)

Sometimes on a summer
when the skies are blue
I think about those childhood friends
the birds that never flew

Dead and gone by accident
sicknesses we knew
I only hope they're growing tall
on some sweet avenue

I knew your silhouette and I can not stop thinking,
I learned to dream and I'm small the way I love you
you are indispensable even within what I do not think
You go beyond the deep and the intense.
I walked in your paths, I climbed your skin
I defeated who oppressed your love
cross the limits of your heart
there is nothing that makes me retreat.
Become mine, leave more than a few minutes inside of me
Stay away from what bothers your happiness
I knew your silhouette and not thinking
that dreaming of a way of life is the best thing I learned.
I love you

SHE WROTE THIS POEM (I HAVE DIMENTIA)

Often we meet new people and know
We just don’t know what to say
Sometimes you just want to rise up and go
But then the lord of dance wills you to stay

I always compare it to a dove seeking a mate
While landing with grace on the highest tower
The dove knows all about providence and fate
While the Lord of dance grants him a power

Suddenly where a dove roosted all alone
Because of the power he had been granted
Two doves agreed to face the unknown
Because seeds will grow if properly planted

Sitting by a fast food restaurant waiting
Watching people pass by and time as well
This is that which I am unequivocally stating
To some pretty lady I’m a pretty hard sell

So the dance continues or it fades away
No melody, no harmony and everything seems wrong
But oftentimes the Lord of dance has his say
And sometimes two start singing the very same song
(c) 2011....~SHE!~

And if I should awake some day to find
My dreams spread out like sheets of poetry
Discarded, unread; workings of a mind
That leaped and fell at every boundary

Then what can I say but at least I tried
To keep my aim upon the truer course
And if at times I wandered to the side
I'll not add lie on lie with sham remorse

For after midnight hours with Holy Books
And a century of yogic disciplines
I'll still fall to me knees when some girl looks
And drink the night away with dearest friends

Imagining I'm with you,
with my arms around you tight.
Imagining that you're still here
after that dark and stormy night.

Imagining that we're walking
together side by side.
But now I walk these streets alone
my tears I try to hide.

Imagining we're laughing,
your hand tightly in mine.
Imagining that through the rain
the sun begins to shine.

Imagining that you hold me,
you shield me from the cold.
But I guess I'll keep imagining
until I am withered and old.

the other day i stumbled upon
something i'd been trying awhile,
to find but it was contingent on
my memory being more versatile

to where it was when last seen
by me or anyone else i think,
not right or left but in between,
recalled location my missing link

with much glee i picked it up and
my palm turned and rolled it around
what occurred after memory offhand
said it was nowhere to be found

© agoodguy2have 2011-07-13

Take the time to know one
and you'll know what I mean,
all the righteous appraisals
and contemptuous scenes.

She'll wash in like a seashell,
a whorl of disdain,
you'll put her to the ear
and hear an ocean of pain.

She'll trample all over you
with flaming ice eyes,
you don't exist in her world:
she eats you alive.

But you'll sense something more
sense something sublime,
sense infinity branching out of her
from an instance in time.

She calls her band Rasputina,
Melora Kreiger's the one.
Dressed in Victorian underwear,
Her shows are a lot of fun.

Electric rock cello she plays,
Pushing through Marshalls and loud.
Her lyrics are edgy and cool,
Knows how to work up a crowd.

Plays in New York now and then,
Touring costs too much these days.
Caught her show in St Louis once,
Man, does she rock when she plays!

So check her out if you've time,
Listen online if you would.
Her music is best listened loud,
Telling you, it's really good.

Oh Swift he did, with satire bold,
Tell a famished Irish nation,
Serve the children up for supper and,
Put an end to their starvation.

Well what I propose is quite something else,
Although nowhere near as filling.
All you need is some time alone,
With a partner who is willing.

While you're there in bed, turn yourself around,
For a feast so fair and fine.
Just give in to the hunger of the loin,
And upon each other dine.

Though it doesn't nourish very much,
Still it doesn't cost a cent.
It really does quite satisfy,
When you've both your juices spent.

So don't give a thought to modesty,
Let your passions rule the day.
It'll do you good, with the give and take,
Sixty-nine your blues away.

Even as I write this, I know I'll be criticized
But I don't really care because this is what I feel inside
I just wish I could erase these thoughts in my head
Waking up to another dreadful morning, wishing I was dead
I use to be full of hope and love, now I'm angry and sour
I feel like a rat in a cage full of snakes, waiting to be devoured
And it's not like i haven't thought of suicide, hell a couple of times I tried
Once with a shotgun in my mouth, that jammed, and the other with a dulling kitchen knife
It just feels like I have a thousand demons digging through my brain
Feasting on every memory of happiness until nothing else remains
And my mother, God bless her soul, tells me to turn all my problems over to the Lord
But with every passing second, it seems I question Him more and more
Damnit, I can't take it, my heart no longer feels and my soul is torn
And asking me to go to church would be like asking a nun to do porn
It just won't happen because my faith has been replaced with doubt
And I won't go just to be seen because that's not what it should be about
There's too many hypocrits in this world and I've never been part of the "in crowd"
So I'll just keep hoping that one day God will hear me before my misery causes me to drown