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    Most of Mine Are Untitled So Here We Go

    Paranoia creeping in resting heavy on my brain. Senses enraged my heart is feeling burdened from distorted thoughts racing on my heavy mind . They say i'm delirious But what do they know ? Maybe its intuition guarding my soul .
    starstruck2xtrme starstruck2xtrme
    26-30, F
    Jan 26, 2008

    Sky Black

    Sky black, speckled with sharp starsI walk down the hill, or flyMy dog keeping me grounded     The horizon is cut with a knife     Bleeding brilliant glory     Aquamarine spreading up from crimsonThe hill falls before us, fallingFlying, darkness battles lightCrescent...
    shatterer shatterer
    46-50, M
    Aug 11, 2011

    Our heart. The most precious part of ourselves.

    Sometimes you just want to keep it to yourself. It has stacked shelves and shelves full of so much dirt and hurt. That now you don't even know your worth. But for what its worth your valued beyond measure. That No amount of pleasure can ever fulfill. The innate need to...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    Apr 14, 2015

    So this is the second poem I've ever written.

    I'm curious what you all think. Please be honest. An Ode to Music: You are always there for me Even when no one else is When I'm worried you set me free You help calm me when I'm pissed Your melodies are like a potion That I can drink at any time You can evoke any emotion...
    MadAsAHatterXII MadAsAHatterXII
    22-25, M
    Feb 15, 2015

    Who am I? Who am I without a dream?

    A dream deferred is a dream denied. Who am I without a dream? The inability to perceive a future is evident. Who am I without a dream? Without hope, without dreams. A person with no mobility to move forward. But dreams aren’t dead. Hope is still alive! I can feel it in...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    1 Response Apr 14, 2015

    Fire And A Turkey Flogging Don't Stop My Men

    You are probably wondering what in the world is she talking about. I don't go on motorcycle trips, it's a Father and Son Odessey thing. Matt, the Honda Magna Man, plans the perfect trips, each destination has to be reached on a 400 to 500 daily schedule. The problem...
    Boshie Boshie
    66-70, F
    Sep 8, 2012

    The World’s Child There is a creature on

    this earth Who wants to help those in pain This creature is a boy This boy is a child The child will smile to show he is happy And you are meant to see that smile Simply see the smile And know That the sole purpose of his smile Is to radiate love and joy Smile Allow his joy to...
    deliriumdreams deliriumdreams
    16-17, F
    Sep 13, 2015

    Death

    Im setting in a cafe having coffee, just looking around, in moment i felt the music went very low and i could hear and see everybody in the cafe, males , females , Old Young , U Name it, all Are looking for somthing, a guy checking and smiling for her hoping he Have A Chance, A...
    princesaraphem princesaraphem
    26-30, M
    Jun 6, 2013

    My Car

    Why do they make cars so smart, every convenience in every part? Computers have their place, just not around me and my car. Why is that buzzer interrupting my peaceful day? I think they added it to make me go a little crazier. Unplug the fuse, it stops but no gas gauge. All...
    Boshie Boshie
    66-70, F
    Aug 7, 2012

    The First Kiss Awkward silence,

    nervous conversation as my heart raced in anticipation. A magnetic pull so powerful I could not resist. Soft, innocent smile that melted my heart. The soft smell of your perfume weakened my knees. Warm embrace an eternity old, yet new like a day old foal, As I took you in my...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    1 Response Dec 5, 2015

    Life Of No Consequence

    Opaqueness begins to fade & pieces of the proverbial puzzle fit places in subconcious reality. A soul is destroyed and replaced with a cynical enthusiasm of a realisation that love is a farce. A heart is crushed, a mind forced to see a truth, deliberate deceipt Enjoyed by the...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    May 21, 2012

    The Girl Who Is Made For Love

    The Girl Who is Made for Love I met her at a bar that beauty among beauties, She smiled and sat beside me lighting up the room or just my world. She was so beautiful it brought tears the eyes, To see her was to love her She had nothing to despise. What is her name I wondered When...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    1 Response Nov 17, 2012

    My Life

    i,m a former undefeted powerliftter national champion as of 2003to2009 i started in 1999 any ways the real me like to be compationate and i,m a person who love to do peoms and crafts i like question and answers so it give me a chance to help people with thire problems.i.m very...
    Peter384 Peter384
    41-45, M
    7 Responses May 28, 2011

    VALENTINES Day Passion

    One day, well-rested,    You'll awake in your bed; As your pretty eyes focus,    On the rose by your head. And I'd be smiling if you were,    In love and elated; With high hopes you'd enjoy,    The goofy pancakes I created. They...
    KarmaKatcher KarmaKatcher
    31-35, F
    1 Response Jan 25, 2008

    Hurricane Day

    I had to learn how to deal with my son going into the Marines. He would write letters telling us how he was doing. Every day  was called Hurricane Day, so I wrote a poem about it. Recruits must learn to obey orders, Loudly answer, "AYE AYE SIR!" without question. Hurricane Days...
    Boshie Boshie
    66-70, F
    Jul 30, 2012

    The Paint Of A Silent Voice

    *Not a poetry, just thoughts... Looking for the bridge that takes me to different travels A whirlwind of ideas that invades the serenity, dreams and reality An inexhaustible strength which I live in, here and now Discovering magics of life, surprises of the world Emotions in...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    4 Responses Sep 22, 2010

    The Strange Heart

    Like an empty bottle filled with air Smashed and thrown with no care Coming to enlarge the gap of gaps Mending the threadless naps Like an empty cushion filled with stones Being rough as the skulls and bones Where one's elbow is as rigid as iron And one's heart like that of the...
    3omdomri 3omdomri
    26-30, M
    1 Response Jun 24, 2012

    A Poem By Sarah Mcgrath

    ; Just keep running babyaway from the goood and badgo to the place where you want to goand live those dreams that you had.run away from the darknessand go in to the lightjust keep runningand it will be alright.
    sarahangelbaby124 sarahangelbaby124
    13-15
    1 Response May 29, 2011

    Rip Mother Dear

    Mother Dear.........I still can't accept, you're not here!My head is screwed up all in bitsIf I Mourn you it may fix!If I visit where you restit's really real ! big emotional testWhen I lost you I - swore to myself I'd make you proud if nothing elseBut things just don't want to...
    Sleeplessinstoke Sleeplessinstoke
    26-30, F
    1 Response Oct 19, 2011

    The Cup

                        (The final part of a 4 part poem then I'll leave you alone for a while)No place to hide, my soulIn agony, my dog oppressedNaked sun strips bare all softness     No hiding, the river, the trail     My dog and I, infinite pinpoints...
    shatterer shatterer
    46-50, M
    Aug 14, 2011

    Summer Falls Slowly

    Summer falls slowly, goneHer days are surely easyThe land fat with life's bounty     We watch her almost daily     Her wild happy struggle to be     A fox and yet everythong, connectedShe swims the inexhaustable riverGloriously fearless, aliveAnd swims back to the...
    shatterer shatterer
    46-50, M
    2 Responses Jul 21, 2011

    Mist In The Predawn Darkness

    Winter weakens, she can't be foundSeveral days gone. Where?Phoenix returns, reborn, a litter of kits in tow     Mist in the predawn darkness     Wrap around dampness     Wet fingers of dew on bare skinMy dog so closeBut lost in the hungry nightPeaceful, feeling his...
    shatterer shatterer
    46-50, M
    Aug 12, 2011

    One Spec

    Me not so important. I keep writing for that little girl inside me that tries to keep on going. the little girl that had all the hope in the world. the end
    sheliahansen43211 sheliahansen43211
    51-55
    Jul 22, 2011

    Could Anyone Tell Me What They Think Of This?

    Blood and tears. I’ve done it now. I can’t see straight. Can I concentrate? Blood pouring in my face. (Is that rain pouring down my neck?) My view is askew. Music being played on the radio, it’s still ringing in my ears. I was standing and I was alone. Didn’t know...
    jamesdean4ever jamesdean4ever
    18-21, M
    1 Response Nov 2, 2011

    A Poem By Sarah Mcgrath

    ; Just keep running babyaway from the goood and badgo to the place where you want to goand live those dreams that you had.run away from the darknessand go in to the lightjust keep runningand it will be alright.
    sarahangelbaby124 sarahangelbaby124
    13-15
    May 29, 2011
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