A friend and I wrote this.
Never Ending Pain
Have you ever had someone reach into your
chest and give your heart a squeeze?
It might be the only thing that I'm good at
People and I don't really chat
Everything else I try I'm bad
Makes me at times sad
In poetry I'm really good
Most of the time it comes...
One Of The Finest Glimpse.Muqtida Hasan Nida Fazli aka Nida Fazli (12 Oct 1938 - till date) is an Indian Urdu poet. NIDA FAZLI Saahib : Poetry is an expression of an...
“I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own.”---Chaim Potok
I enjoy silence. I enjoy the stillness of...
Enjoy Helping Others.................
Enjoy The Countryside...................
Enjoy Looking Up At The Stars In The Night Sky
Enjoy Movies, Books, Music
A little parable I saw in an office once upon a time many years ago ;-)
There once was a little bird that flew into a barnyard and started hopping around happily, looking for bugs...
THE PRICE OF POETRY.
The price of poetry
is the same as laying your soul bare.
You put your heart on the line
every time your words take like birds to the air.
You are naked...
Here we are,
Here, today, now,
happy to be enjoying life,
one moment at a time,
Once we let
all the distractions
and connect ourselves
to the joy of being...
¨My black and white muse
I feel sorry that i did not love you
But i did not
But love itself¨
I ¨write¨ and love poetry indeed, but not to materialize my feelings or to lull my...
I wrote most of my poetry between the ages of fourteen and twenty-two with a spurt in my late thirties. Every now and then a new poem emerges. As I've mentioned elsewhere I've...
Poetry is good
Poetry is fun
I like writing poetry
But I'm not very good at it
This is a somewhat final copy...and by "somewhat" I mean, I may edit it more upon reading it over in a few days, or whenever. I would appreciate any comments remarking whether it...
I see you sitting over there all alone.
I know you wanna go out but I just got home.
I know your thinking, don't you want to eat.
Yea I'm hungry but id rather kick up my feet...
The color of Hailey is despair.
It cries a flooding river.
Screams no words, but feelings.
Feels only pain.
Follows no meaningful rhyme.
This is not poetry, but escape from reality...
Your life…my hands
Please my love
stay still don't squirm
You'll just make it worse
You ******* worm!
Oh my darling
I'm so sorry
Please don't mind my snarling
I only want to...