A Dream Within A Dream - Take this kiss upon the brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow-You are not wrong, who deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has...
Freckles - Beautiful little brown dots
decorate her landscape,
unique to her.
You have always told me
there are no words
you have been able to find
that make sense of what
is inside you.
But why should you ever
become weary with that,
I Am (poem of Randomness) - I am;
I am me,
I am not you,
I dress as I wish because I am allowed too,
I am weird,
But I am caring,
I am not into lies,
Not even in the...
I was telling a friend here that I've written mostly sad poems because the happy sounding ones always sound too cheesy to me. Then I quickly sliced off this bit of cheese..The...
Phenomenal Woman - One Of My Favorites.... - Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's sizeBut when I start to tell them,They think I...
Freedom of expression - writing is the way i rid myself of the anger in my life or celebrate the praises i have . I love reading other peoples work and seeing the...
Bully - Never again will I over explainall my actions to you.Your face turns sour, I gave you the powerto do what you’re going to do.When you got me scared, I wasn’t...
For No One - For a moment I thought I knew you,
it seems so distant now.
Gone like a fart in the wind.
A Better Resurrection by Sylvia Plath
I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I...
Hate Writing It, Love What I Learned - My undergraduate major was poetry writing, but I really chose the major simply because fiction (my original concentration) wasn't working out...
I Love to Read It and Write My Own - I've always enjoyed poetry sine I was young and I would like to share with you some of the poems I wrote:
"I can't stop falling for you...
Born a prince, raised in a castle
Mother was kind, father was mad
A king not above, eating his young
To live, I grew smaller
Weaker, more bent
One Of My Favorite Robert Frost Poems - The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood...
“This raggedy man, he works for all
Whom troubles and worries hold in thrall.
He sings sweet songs of sun and dew
And lightens that world for me and you-
He opens our hearts- and...
A Gentle Breeze - A subtle image
Lingers in my mind
Like a skirt lifted gently in the breeze.
If I could
I would take that smile
and inject it directly into my bloodstream.
My parents warned me about drugs in baggies
Sold on the street
but never ones
A Glimpse - "Always dress proper
and act lady like."
That was so long ago.
A button unbuttoned
A glimpse of white breast
saying notice me.
Love: The Joy That Wounds - “You try to be faithful
And sometimes you're cruel.
You are mine. Then, you leave.
Without you, I can't cope.
And when you take the lead,
'Tis true my form is something odd,
But blaming me is blaming God;
Could I create myself anew
I would not fail in pleasing you.
If I could reach from pole to pole
Or grasp the...
The Young Dreamer - Still so young
But always dreaming,
Still so young
With few opportunities
so she dreams...
So full of life
Making the most of today
One Of My Faves - Please Hear What I'm Not Saying Don't be fooled by me.Don't be fooled by the face I wearFor I wear a mask, a thousand masks,Masks that I'm afraid to take offAnd...
DEATH of a Broken Planet -
DEATH OF A BROKEN PLANET
By ROBERT DAVIDSON
Often it seems like I have betrayed...
Lord Byron - This poem gets me everytime the last stanza esp. It's deff one of my favourite poems of all time. It's just so beautiful and poignant. Seriously the last stanza can...
Life - “Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game...
Beautiful Dreamer - Beautiful Dreamer
by Stephen Foster
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee,
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day...
Christmas Drawing Near - Christmas soon be here
It's quickly drawing near
People full of cheer
Some with happy tear
Joyous wishes of the year
Christmas soon be here.
A hum bug my...
Huddled in the cold of the night, warming their hands and feet.Cuddled beneath the covers, warming their once cold hearts.
I Wrote This In 2008. It's About Not Giving Up And Trusting In God For A Higher Purpose - I will keep and hold back the tears,
take each moment as a gift and elicit a...
Hey guys n gals, hope you are all well. I've just written a little something and wanted some feedback and as you know it's difficult to show someone your poetry face to face. I...
To my fellow poets.
If you’re interested in expanding your poetry horizons I suggest joining a poetry sharing site. Some are better than others. Stay away from sites that require...
I write poetry. I love poetry(:
I like the fact that you can write how you're feeling, that's it's calming, and entertaining. I write mostly dark poetry. I write love poems here...
My guess? You're a retired teacher (or perhaps professor) and a failure of one at best. Year after year young folks came along and bested you in every sense of the word. You who...
Poetry is art . Poetry is like painting , but instead of colors it is descriptive words .
I'm back to breathe
Its clean aromas
They make my Virgin soul
Sweet scent wrapped
There is a lightness in my feet
I have worn their colors...
Special Memories Of My Lost Love. (Rest In Peace Velda P. West/Walker)Young love conquers all... at least that is how we feel when we first fall in love. Our problems seem to...
I think poetry is very fascinating so I'm always open to reading some. Feel free to message me poetry! :)
Creating Poetry is my only escape from a world that doesnt understand.... My words will tell you about my life and how **** it is. Poetry is the only escape....
I stand in the window gazing out at the moon, I enjoy the silence in the cabin. Only thin traces of moonlight cut through the darkness the fills the room. I have left you asleep in...
Music To His Ears....
He loves his music.
He can't sleep nor go, without it.
He plays it at night, he plays it at daylight.
He can't get enough of his music.
His mind, is full...
Time and space explode together, stars shoot to infinity. Nothingness surrounds, enveloping, soothing.
Eyes close, mind floats into another dimension. Acutely aware, feeling the...
Here is my first Haiku I have written in years. It has no title. Enjoy.
Prologue to falling
Colours of sunset abound
Bequeathed to earth
Could there possibly be
A Moon in your darkened sky?
How will you see
Where the edge of my heart stops
And the reach of your touch begins
Simple light from...
Il faut être toujours ivre.
Tout est là:
c'est l'unique question.
Pour ne pas sentir
l'horrible fardeau du Temps
qui brise vos épaules
et vous penche vers...
It's true. I do. I enjoy songwriting as well. They're two of my many passions.
I have many poems posted to the following:
charm and beauty of the garden is not because of the flowers only,
there must be thorns too, as the garden is incomplete without them;
to enjoy and live happily in this world, it...
Sure my poetry is not great but I still make poetry but I keep it a secret because most of it is about my love and lust for my crushes.
I like to write funny poetry like this limerick I made in class during the poetry unit
I once had a cat
He looked like a rat
I took him to school
But he fell in a pool
Lines Written in Early Spring
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
I was gonna publish a poetry book but the publisher said no one was into poetry anymore :( It saddened me
The trees are falling
The sky is churning
My apple pie is burning
(A/N) phew I spent so long on that poem and I'm so proud of it! Yes...