Cold as stone, wearing thinner.
He stands there in his suit and tie,
Must remember not to cry.
Whispering 'how was your day',
Fists reply, only thing to say.
Hidden tears tremble down,
She never lets him see her frown.
Looking at him from great length,
Now reminded of...
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forest of the night
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And What shoulder, and...
Little Lamb who made thee
Dost thou know who made thee
Gave thee life & bid thee feed.
By the stream & o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing wooly bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice!
Little Lamb who...
in secret places no one has reached before,
in silent places where words only interfere,
in sad places where only whispering makes sense …
in the morning when light still clings to us,
at midday when confusion crowds upon me,
at twilight as I begin again to...
No, not i by Bria
Pleasure turns to the pain
lessons learned from the strain
questions burned in my brain..
about whether love is humane
in its touch.
these thoughts are like salmon swimming upstream
in the tears of your deceit.
fighting the current hurt that kills more...
If I begged this world a death,
A hundred hopes of dread...
Would my faith be held,
In hands of Greed and blasphemy...
Spoken with fables from the naked eyes,
Of hopeful misdirected lies...
I die softly, in lonely arms
Side by side with fools and idiots
Over and over....A...
emergesAnd unfolds its graceful wings,A marriage grows and it developsWith the love each partner brings.Your flight through life togetherIs what you make it, so reach highSpread your wings and learn to soarAs if with wings of a butterflyShare together life’s great...
The composure of my soul is harmonized by that of yours,
Our bodies meet in euphoria, behind closed doors,
Your touch sends me into a world of comfort, my problems then erased,
though only so temporary, so finite, I only get a taste,
And with that taste I get a craving that is...
.. my queen... when I'm alone at night I hear her calling for me. .. she needs me... I need her. .. They tell me we cannot be together. .. it's wrong for us both. .. but we are bound. .. We are tied... I cannot leave my maiden for she helps me to breath. .. she stops my thoughts...
Granddad and Rosie
Grandad and Rosie
never did like each other,
but Grandma loved them both.
From the day Fred Jr.
brought her home
and introduced her
as his new bride,
Grandad and Rosie
didn't like each other.
But twice a year,
Grandma would bring out
the old Kodak, Brownie
This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer. She wants to see how many people get her poem.
It is quite the poem Please pass it on.
This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital.
It was sent by a medical doctor -Make sure to read...
No one can truly be equal,
Why project your insecurities on other people,
No sympathy for the minds of the feeble,
As they finally put down their pipes and needles,
They realize they’re such a disgrace to society,
Thought they were full of propriety,
Watch as the ****** up...
He Makes Me
Eyes -his- like getting lost in a mahogany forest, never wanting to be found...
Covered by an ice shield: to hide, to protect, to capture...
Oh how they glisten, they gleam, they entice, how much they hold- oh, how much they hold...
They break me.
Absolute and without shadow.
Enraged her eyes black diamonds cut a weaker man with the malevolence every woman carves from its soul when scorned .
In love she is a storm of passionate juices which scream and scratch their way into the fools heart.
I hovered in the eye of her...
That followed me
A god, a knight my lover
Once upon a time you were a nightmare
I was afraid to sleep
A monster, a demon, my torturer
Once upon a time were ghost ...an apparition, I felt your presence
Fading , evaporating into mist
Once again you are dream
And still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding,
A highwayman comes riding...
dont like what youve done to me
the promises you made.
im caught up in a game of tag
you are a masqurade.
if only i can break myself from you
and finally get ahead
i'd rid myself of all i knew
all the lies you said.
im in the kingdom of the damned
and you sit on the...
was a good day, the calm before the storm, but here we are right now in the sea that's roaring on.
In the sea of grey with a batterd hull the vessel goes tearing on, through to the waves that reach the heavens, and the spray comes pouring on. We shall not last but we trundle on...
This storm is still being sailed, never ending is she, with white waters and gale force winds neather is there a lull. It keeps the currents wild and keeps fish uneasy, the peaks of waves rise up and roll below me, and the troughs of the...
a mask of guilt to hide the blame
to look into eyes of the sane
and tell them your sorry
for all of there pain
when in fact you loved it
you make joy from there rain
take what you want
hide the blame
its not your fault you...
here is the cover to my children's book I hope u like it!
If you would like a copy let me know an I will order $15.00 - $20.00 w shipping
I do have several other books in the works, I have Chapbooks that are available Echo's of Binding Silence and Moonlight of Velvet touch...
you dont call you dont write.
im beginning to think were are playing pretend.
im holding so very tight
to the messages you send
wont admit to myself just yet
that they are vague and fall short.
misgiuding and easy to forget
but theyre my last resort
as i sit here im just...
was I, I asked my brain?
I tell u to hunt through my memories,
Was I on the street? Yes! In the rain!
Now I know I can begin, so let's do that.
There was a man I saw in shadow, he looked very sad, and very shallow. I asked him what's wrong and he said blood, I ask what blood...
In this moment I don't feel able to write my own stories, but I would like to share a poem that means a lot to me and gave me the strength to look forward in difficult moments of my life.
I dedicate this poem to 2 special persons who entered in my life recently and who became...
when I was in deep pain. What do ya think?
Moment in Time.
this is a moment caught in time
no one to look too
no place to hide
left all my treasures
my prizes behind
forgiveness won't last
even the wicked sins
we hide in the past
tempted to fail
Where my mind roams
After the light of my phone dies
Where all my fantasy’s are twisted
By the pain of your betrayal and lies
I wonder what happened
To the love that we once shared
I know that it once blossomed
And found where happiness laired
But now, that is...
I have for a very long time been an admirer of Poetry,this classic by William Wordsworth must be one of the few all time classics.What draws me to this Poem is my adoration for Englands beautiful Lake District,Wordsworths homeland.I have followed in his footsteps so many times...
i use to love you
but the love is gone
though nothing remains
i cant move on
you never loved me
though you claim you do
but love doesnt break
and try hard to hurt you
love is honest and true
and doesnt long for another
or manipulate its lover
Nature's first green is gold-
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf a flower...
But only so an hour-
Then leaf subsides to leaf-
So Eden sank in grief-
So dawn goes down to day....
No, nothing GOLD can stay.
I didn't for a long time enjoy poetry. I liked it when I saw something that resonated, but it wasn't until recently that I became enamored with it - seeking out new works. This one came across my desk lately and it clicked . . . The Rain Song, by Klaus GrothPour, rain, pour...
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 of memories.
Being two lovers, playing, dancing, and enjoying, with each other.
When he sleeps his eyes, sees the past of...
You smell like tinted rum
your color makes me worried
for I cannot run
hold me down
Yet your warmth is
you bring color from my cheeks
a tribe of specks and fleets
your spindled gentle down
easily sets me down
As I slowly die
Tears rundown and fly...
the type of woman men want to look at,
You can let them look at you.
But do not mistake eyes for hands,
Or windows for mirrors.
Let them see what a woman looks like.
They may not have ever seen one before.
If you grow up the type of woman men want to touch,
You can let them...
Wakening me in the night
Ghost fingers follow a path
Lightly over warming flesh
Ghost breath flowing in, around
Mounds and valleys
Ghost fingers travel
Along an arching spine
Ghost breath lingers
Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.
I was alone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me,
and night swamped me with its crushing invasion.
royal blue waves lapped lapped lapped, agaist the sky like white of my boat.
The storms long gone around this wondourus place yet in the same place the storms still rage.
The sky's turn grey and I enter the fray the deep royal blue becomes a light white. The seas are going mad...
no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears.
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me.
My life is like a faded leaf...
harbor stands a lighthouse on a hill
It keeps a watchful vigil o’er the waters deep and still
At night the harbor waters shine almost as bright as day
And nothing is as beautiful as moonlight on the bay
The shores stretch out their golden arms along the rugged land
will it be harder to let go of or easier to hate? I think I learned how to fly once, but I woke up with a broken leg. There was an entire summer when I searched for poisoned berries and convinced myself I was just keeping everyone else safe. The days only seem long when you are...
bright and center...I am in the eyesight of her majesty, the Queen Devil...ascending from a shameful grace...she catapults and encases me like a mouse in a maze...A Wicked Vampire's Smilerazor sharp teethshe growls and snarlslicking her lips...I am her obsession...I am her Envy...
Another day,another dollar
Another scream,another hollar
Another ***** hitched to her collar
Sometimes I wish that I were "smaller"
I'm so fly,I am a gamer
I can be wilder,I can be tamer
I'm not a trick,we're not the samer
Not until I date a "flamer"
Another night,another date...
and said 'i love you'
only after sex and six shots
i sipped tea and told my friends about him
they said 'if you're happy' and
knew i was not.
in winter i kissed a girl
who tasted like cigarettes and said
'i love you' all the time but
hurt herself whenever i made mistakes...