Learn to Flyby Larry JamesLike a butterfly emergesAnd unfolds its graceful wings,A marriage grows and it developsWith the love each partner brings.Your flight through life...
The Wind - Will not justify the notion that all must be seen.
Do not cling to my lifeless body when I am gone.
Treat me with respect while I am here,
For what good is your...
A Day In The Life Of A Male Escort - Another day,another dollar
Another scream,another hollar
Another ***** hitched to her collar
Sometimes I wish that I were "smaller"
I'm so fly...
The Way He Breaks Me, 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...
People seem to like this soulless eye..
It sees into their secret self...
Provides a reflection...
Makes them superheroes...
Gods and goddesses ...
It's sees past...
My Lady- My lady... she is my maiden. .. 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...
Strength Of Love Children's Poetry Book - 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...
Society - 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...
Hey oh hey
what can I say,
I look at my sun
and I look at my day.
Watch out all devils,
Help us my Angels,
Everything that travails,
Will go all my way.
One Of My Favorite Poems... - 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
~Moonlight On The Bay~
Beside the rustic 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...
Can anyone help me with this?
Bruised and Bare - 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...
William Wordsworth's Daffodills - 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...
Ghost breath, whispers
Wakening me in the night
Ghost fingers follow a path
Lightly over warming flesh
Ghost breath flowing in, around...
The ghostly man
Where 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...
“We fell in love so deeply that we forgot we were human.
Our hands became clouds that formed into one another,
and fell on the faces passing beneath us.
Our eyes turned...
in autumn i found a boy
who asked me to cut my hair
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...
In Waiting - 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...
"Body of a Woman" by Pablo Neruda - Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender.
My rough peasant's body digs in you
Once up on a time you were a dream
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...
Rain Song - 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...
A Poem For Thought - The Tiger
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...
Eyes reflected in the mirror,
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...
Poem #11 Family Photos - 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
So here is something I wrote 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...
The Endless Cycle - 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...
Three things which inspire the poet :
*** An eye to see the world with brightness
*** A heart which smells with sincerity
*** And the courage to return it loyally.
Check out Miles Hodges. He's great.
The never ending storm
This storm is still being sailed, never ending is she, with white waters and gale force winds neather is there a lull. It...
Masks of Guilt to Hide Faces of Joy - A mask
a mask of guilt to hide the blame
to look into eyes of the sane
and tell them your sorry...
"I would rather fall in love with the tragically ignored than the easily accepted"
“You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad...
One turns to two
Two turns to four
The cuts start adding up
More and more
She doesn't know what to do
She has no idea what to say
All she can do
Is hope they don't notice the next...
Poems speak the words that we are too frighten to say. The can express love, pain, war, anything. If you write good poems, let me know, I'd love to read them
Soft and silky you cross round my neck
You smell like tinted rum
your color makes me worried
for I cannot run
hold me down
Yet your warmth is
Looking Forward..... - 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...
She is truth and clear,
Absolute and without shadow.
Enraged her eyes black diamonds cut a weaker man with the malevolence every woman carves from its soul when scorned .
Because I Could Not Stop For Death,
He Kindly Stopped For Me,
The Carriage Held But Just Ourselves,
I have caught attention, 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...
Heartless Mercy - 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...
A Better Ressurection
I have no wit, 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...
my favourite eye colour is your eye colour,and my favourite height is your height, and my favourite weight is your weight, my favourite hands are your hands, my favourite knees are...
Music To His Ears....
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...
"Would you trade
a solid foundation
for crooked walls
filled with broken windows?
You can have safe words
with tired promises
or you can have poetry,
Self Corrective Righteousness - 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...
The torn vessel
Yesturday 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...
"The Type" by: Sarah Kay ❤
If you grow up 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.
Touch Me... -
in secret places no one has reached before,
in silent places where words only interfere,
in sad places where only whispering makes sense …
The Highwayman By Alfred Noyes - 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...
Soul Of A Clown - I think of myself as an intelligent, sensitive human being with the soul of a clown which always forces me to blow it at the most important moments.