Today is National Poetry day in the UK, so I wanted to share this.
I see the words of many men
Who speak as though their deeds are sacred
I see the very hearts of saints.
Happy National Poetry Day to all fellow admirers of free verse.In celebration of what I regard as quite an important day, I'd like to share this little nugget of pure beauty. ...
Warning, a dark and grim poem I wrote a few weeks ago. I do feel better now :) It is good to empty out emotions now and then...
I have a dark side, I think this poem is pretty...
In reminiscence of my sister - who died in childbirth complications - a very strange way to die in 1986 in the US.
(Kit died the Sunday before Thanksgiving in 1986)
I saw a...
The unwavering and deafening silence is now heard loudly in the fading Summer sun,
Which once burned brightly is now but a flicker, two souls which were once one,
Now kept at a...
Poetry is what happens, when your mind stops working and for a moment all you do is feel.
With thick strokes of ink the sky fills with rain.
Pretending to run for cover but secretly praying for more rain.
Over the echo of the water, I hear a voice saying my name.
I have a poetry page on fb that I post mine on and I invite everyone to post up
1: He has tried to kill you in aggressive and or vengeful ways.
2: When he sees you he points at you with one hand and slams the other on the table and yells louder than Heimdall...
Dream GirlShe entered,like a dream,wait,she entered,like a vision,wait,she entered,like a lingering lightening bolt,striking through the gray doldrums,of our everyday realities,she...
I really enjoy writing poetry. I sorta gave up on poetry a while ago, but for some reason I found my old poetry journal while I was cleaning up. I'm pretty shy when it comes to...
She is not different from me
She resides in me, now I in her
You see, only her place accepted me
And she is good and caring, a lot
And now I feel smothered in her webs...
Just For A While
Do you know what its like
To want you so much
I know i cant have you
Because you gave up
You gave up on life
You let yourself fall
What happened to always
inside of my head, theres a forest.
And in the middle, a clearing, and a house.
The trail to it is long and winding.
with creeks of gyri to cross,
and stones of...
I used to try so hard to understand a poem... I was being vigilant instead of receptive. If the poem is saying the unsayable, I don’t need to articulate it back to myself with...
Sitting here watching out my window today
I just sit here watching, as time waste away
I miss her so badly, and the thing's that she'd say
I watch all these people, just walking...
Our eyes met
And held for a moment in
Line at the quay
You had a distinctive face
A shock of longish
Mahogany hair which
Reminded me of Mozart
I feel like this poem was written just for me;
The Right Track
Lord I know you're near to me
I know there's nothing You can't see
Help me to be all that You want me to be
COLD STEEL BLUE EYES
Look what I've got,
Cold steel blue eyes.
They're burnin' hot,
Cold steel blue eyes.
Like fire an' ice.
But it's not too nice,
AT THE COFFEE SHOP
A poet walks into the coffee shop.
He buys a cup, and has a seat.
A head walks into the coffee shop.
With eyes so gray, like wet concrete.
A chick walks into...
So hi. I'm not really going to share a poem today. I'm here to tell you about my love for poetry
It is not only a form literature
But also a source of happiness and pleasure
What If Im Dreaming
I remember a time
It felt so good
You were by my side
Now your gone
And i cant sleep at night
It hard when i see your face
I want to hug you tight
Mind filled with weakness
I know you and I could do better
Tired of walking life with lack of self expressions and needs of out lacking depression
Always wondering were my dreams...
How I wish for our eyes to meet
One year and ten months
Blood and tears run dry like this California drought
Though my heart has never given up
The gravity of your...
I don't know if I can call this a poem. It's been brewing inside me for sometime but I don't have a safe place to write. Someone might ask why I'm crying... I don't know if this is...
I enjoy writing poetry in my spare time like when I'm bored or feeling bad idkk ((: I actually have some pretty good poems and quotes x (:(
I just hate going out in public these days. My house is filled with gorgeous art, splendid literature (both prose and poetry), and many other items (which I shall not, for brevity...
Think, think, brain just please think.
As words flow thru my head, and rivers begin to form, I'm stuck here, wondering in a corner.
I don't feel as though tears are needed anymore...
poetry is very important to me, i love to write. ive written some wonderful deep thoughts.
I thought I'd try an urban throwdown to compete with the country songs about the boys 'round here. It's a work in progress because I'll need to determine if it gets sung like a...
She lives within my dreamsA woman like not otherShe has a busty full-figureA woman to become my loverHer eyes sparkle like diamondsHer smile is bright as the sunHer body makes many...
This sandwich tastes good.
But I've had better.
I have to go back to work.
But I don't want to.
I tomorrow was Saturday
But it's not.
I want to write good poetry.
Teri mehfil me kismat aazmake hum bhi dekhenge
Tere kadmon pe sar apna jhukakar hum bhi dekhenge!
Agar dil gham se kaali ho to jeene ka maza kya hai
Na ho khoon-e-jigar to ashk...
i can't write poetry anymore but i still listen to it alot.
i really like the message behind this poem.
It is the trauma Bahamas. Baby Buddha intruding and eluding to forgotten treasure. A sunken day on edge, think I will sketch. What does my soul look like today? A decreped beggar...
I once spoke to a creator. That creator created life, and its name was Branch. Branch said: "I do not consider myself a creator but more like a support for life". I pointed out...
Some of my best poems, (at least the ones that have actually been published) have all been written when I was in a treatment center in Utah. During the 2 years I was there, I wrote...
I wrote this in rehab about a year ago.
Our lives are like waves they peak and they trough
Our feelings burn like acid that doesn't stop
I experience emotion like a crave for...
Sometimes people lie, they tear us apart
If only you didn't have this fragile balloon heart
The wind takes it so easily You didn't want to fall in love
After they left, you...
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree --
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most contantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet...