When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in an Australian country town, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.
Later, when the nurses were going...
We all put them on.
Sometimes they'll smile,
Sometimes they'll frown.
But we all have masks,
We put on.
Either to hide the pain, or to just act OK.
Ready for change
I dream of higher things, as I climb over these mountains that crowd the path that I walk on, wondering hoping praying that the rain will stop and the sun will...
Passing, ending, mourning
Without judgement it comes for all
Air so cold that I can see my breath
Hiding under layers of blankets and clothes to stay to stay warm
The beauty of the icicles hanging off the trees after a fresh...
He told himself to be brave,
Reread his letter multiple times before putting it down.
He never had a reason out of the hoi polloi, but now he did.
Slowly, yet blissfully,
he let it...
There was pain behind her eyes,
Sadness right in the whites,
A madness that she only truly confessed at night.
Head always aching, from sleep deprivating.
Lack of sleep, turned...
(This is more made to be like a song)
She roams the streets
Looking for a victim, hiding from conviction
Sharp claws drag along the road
The eery scraping echoes...
Slowly - you fade away - as a dream in daylight - a dream - I once thought - was true
Actually, this is not the whole story. I wanted to label this as "I enjoy writing and sharing sensuous poetry with receptive ladies", but EP insisted I keep under sixty characters...
Someone today called me a Saint, their guardian angel, all because I sat down and listened even though I didn't know them. I guess I'm just confused, shouldn't everyone help...
As an 8yr old, I wrote a bit of poetry. In song format. But when I chose to share -with the adult in my life who was Supposed To & Claimed To love me the most- she huffed...
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
"Poetry is thoughts that breathe and words that burn"
"Without struggle, there is no progress"
"I turn people into poetry. I dont mean to, it just happens. One day, youre just a...
A magical feeling when life seems so perfect
Where the happiness never seems to end
Where every dream and hope seems possible
The guy who I can picture spending the...
If you don't know how to be the best person,
Embody the worst.
Think his thoughts,
Walk his path and know his ways.
Then soon, you will at last see.
That you are everything, and...
On this day the sun is bright, we say goodbye to the lonely night. As the sunbeam shines upon your face, the world becomes a brighter place. Yout smile is tender, kind, and sweet...
Here I lie in this king size bed
Next to the person that I be-wed.
Read my story... listen to what is said.
These nights are no longer a desire
For in this bed, there is no fire...
The Person I Yearned For
Thou walked in the room carrying thyself.
I thought about thee, is this oneself?
The shock when thou art the replacement,
But it seems thou art an...
A Lover's Plea
When I initially had my eyes laid on thee,
Thou already became my enormous glee.
Thy majestic presence which captivates me,
And each person around me, seems to agree...
It all starts with a word.
A word and a dream.
A dream of a flightless bird.
The yearning to fly
And the willingness to learn to do so.
I guess that's how dreams are created.
And now I'm filling in these holes,
These holes you dug to find my heart.
Now I bury my dreams with sand,
But I sink right in and search these skies,
For your cold hand, to take in...
Would anyone like to know,
Just how much I go through.
It's worse at night.
Feelings come over me, and I wish to die.
Most nights at least.
I'm happy that I'm starting to find...
Why do some of us have all the luck?
To work, to play, to love to ****?
& still remain mostly unscathed.
They maintain a home, a friendship, a love, a family unfazed.
You it has always been you
You, and your eyes so blue
Your hand in mine
Just laying next to me so divine.
Sublime. Your voice, your smile
I don't care if you stay forever, or for a...
NOT ALL POEMS RHYME!
It isn't that you stopped loving her.
It's that, suddenly, when you kissed her,
it was more like kissing memories.
It wasn't a change in the weather,
I love poetry, the emotion is brings etc.Every once in a while I will come across a piece of poetry that is just so real to me , it moves me to tears. Here is the latest one to...