Acrimonious and fragmented is this day
Mislaid and secluded is thy love
From the pitcher of sorrow I drink the liquid of my slow death. It pours through my soul, drenches my inner most anatomy and quiches my thirst for things unlawful and just. It puts out the flames that dance...
Before you read my poem you should know it uses symbolism, and it's free verse poetry.
My flame used to roar at one point.
Orange, yellow, and red bursting brightly.
Happy I stayed.
No worries but to go play.
Years past and my flamed has dulled.
You are my life
You are my light
Your so sweet like honey
Your sometimes so sweet, you melt my heart
You make me smile every time i see you
You make me blush every time i see you
You take my breath away
Your always there for me
Your always in my heart
Nothing makes me happier...
10 feet away,I’ve lost the strength or will to say.The trail was once was so full and bright.I fall asleep this lonely night. Youthful days when I was me,Of sunny days when I was free.Remind me of the life yet known,Among them all, I feel alone. When I was...
weight of my wounds grows heavy
I have fought valiantly but I realize that my fight is over now
The power is gone from me to create or to expect anything at all
Now I am waiting, my sword across my knees, for the final stroke
My life has had its moments of glory and I have...
Dreams of youth eternal.
The sweetheart of all she touched.
The heady laugh that charmed all men.
The world at her feet she embarked
A journey of such cruel outcome.
Yet how could she have known,
That the end would be so far away?
The night is cold though,
Cecilia turned up...
Sometimes arched backwards painfully.
Its roots now old rotting yet still firm,
Leaves that cover my pain soon to drop.
The days harshness followed by cold night,
My bark not what it seems to the admirer.
Looking over my landscape sullen place be,
Winter quelling rosy life's...
We can't forget our past no matter how hard we try.
But the tears we cry ,can wash away the demons inside.
It doesn't take much for our past to return.
A sound or a song, and those memories burn.
I wish we could forget the thoughts that haunt our soul.
So we could look forward...
as he walked away,
For there was nothing left to say.
The words they once exchanged,
Were simply rearranged.
She began not caring anymore,
As she danced alone on the floor.
The music that filled her head,
Erased the lies that were said.
As she danced around the room,
not fake, but one that'll last.
We all have worries, these times are uncertain
I don't want preached at, l myself will remove the curtain
The curtain falls, and darkness once more
Comes, brooding to the fore
I can't say what l really feel or want to say
I can't find the...
I live in a car
that's been burned out for years.
The guy that was driving,
His bones are still here.
I was with him when it happened.
We were both drinking beer.
We went off a cliff.
The fire burned up our tears.
I am waiting for judgment.
My soul shakes with fear.
But you're letting the train pass
Leave you at the station
Too little too late
She says she wants you now
But you really can't wait
You've seen her move
High heels on glass
you just watch her move
As she walks right past
In your mind...
even when you're old and grey.
when I look at you I don’t see your body, I see your soul that shines through your eyes and brightens up my entire universe. when I look at you
I can feel your heart beating
in unison with mine,
the whole world melts away...
each day waiting for your light to shine
it shades it's warmth from the world
it hides it's energy
it lives deep inside you
enveloped in darkness
but my words pierce your abyss
and we see flashes of electromagnetic radiation
they pour out of your flesh
Rights Movement in the 1960s. It was a turbulent time. I can recall Army Tanks cruising Bloomfield Avenue, in Montclair, New Jersey. The National Guards were called out to maintain law and order.
As an inner-city youth who witnessed the hardships of my single parent run...
nothing will be easy. I am dragging in the sludge of all my sabotage. Why can't I release this fear, walking around trying to conceal my tears. I keep trying but I'm dying inside. All my creations, all my connecting, recollecting. I'm nothing without love. Love for myself...
except for one thing, they have four feet.
so tiny and pink,
makes us often wonder and think.
They put such smiles upon our faces,
running and playing in their own little oasis.
They've never known such pain or fear,
they are ours to...
but one with its benefits, now the question remains should I still go down this path till I snap or shall I bring back in that force that makes me who I really am and forget it all. If anyone can solve this riddle for me...then you might get a free poem of your choice from me...
to fill the emptiness inside
Years go by..flying so fast
We wonder still.... will it all last
What is it for, this endless toil
To own land, industry and oil
And when it all ends, it will be fine
We've paid our dues and drunk the wine
Said our prayers and followed like...
undone by the pains of this life, nor might the most gruesome agony death have to offer. My heart crumbles when it senses the pain in yours for which I am to blame. I lay next to you at night weeping, reaching out to touch you gently as if you had been mortally wounded by my...
We trek across an amorphous dream
Vague shapes weave into obscurities
Drawing me in
Extending a hand behind a smiling guise.
Spiral front and then back again
In a barrel we spin in disarray
Reaching to wipe the tears from another eye.
Mind eclipses everything...
With you I'm with, when the night bell rings
In time of joy full of laughter
In time of pain when there's tears after
For the times I'm with you you make the good moments last
And you make the bad moments fast
Theres a Man with a heart of gold
Does he know this has he been told?
He sees the world so logically
Emotions and feelings he says dont come easily
He has many wise words for people to hear
Those who listen are the ones he holds dear.
The lyrics he writes are his personal game...
which i have no recollection.
Who are you and who am i?
Blind like a child in a dark room crawling towards a life unknown
Tenderness more scarce than Lust
In cities of Steel ,devoid of trust
we travel between now ,before and then
until it is time to repeat again.
I was just a child,
and you a man,
now I'm an adult,
look at me if you can.
I'm no longer the child,
You sought to destroy,
the innocent life,
you claimed as your toy.
now let's see you hurt me,
let's see you try,
but you can't hurt me,
as I'm stronger inside.
You stole the child...
and at the centre the power of its wealth.
The force of it all is enough to kill, but from somewhere the boy found his will.
I was protected by a shaft of light, that called my name and restored my sight.
Now I seek storms and look for the lost, I show them the light whatever...
as they join together in a pristine blanket
Hiding the dirt and unlovely weeds that clutter up our everyday lives
Stretching for miles an unbroken white loveliness creates a new world
Darkness is coming fast but the glow from the snow prolongs the day
Absorbing the quiet...
word in the English language. And the single strongest emotion a human being can feel. When it is true and real, nothing can break it.There are many different kinds of love- love for a parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, cousin or sibling; love for a child; and perhaps the kind of...
question posed to ones self by so many, perhaps it is I who is the one to blame for my current position, maybe I could've done more but it's all just a matter of perspective in that maybe you've done more than you can do.....
Somewhere to place a wine glass,
Somewhere to place a head.
Somewhere to lose your eyesight to,
When I’m lying down in your bed
Somewhere to catch the toast crumbs,
Somewhere to rest my book
Somewhere to hold my fella’s eyes
When he has that glazed over look.
that is there to cling to;
I am the sun that makes you feel warm,
The wind that breathes life into your body,
The sea that kisses your beach each day.
I am the rain bringing water to keep you moving,
Lightning which sparks those precious moments,
Thunder to shout out loud how...
The landscape of his body
The tension in his shoulders
Along his perfect jawline
His rough hands
His eyes raze me
Evoking absolute conviction
I am all he sees..
He is mine
The longing of ten lifetimes...
Just trying to find my way like everyone else ,
With these blue eyes there's a story to tell.
A war on my mind but still moving forward ,
Sailing into the sunset where the birds chew crate and murdels.
Like a butterfly born after a storm I conquer these challenges,
On a quest...
argue and have disagreements, and it isn’t unusual for them to sometimes get into fights. But Denis was different. He was odd, even by the standards of a bully, Denis was unusual. As early as primary school if he had been closely diagnosed, someone should have recognized the...
and doing without direction. Loving but hollow I don't need to follow. Paranoid and devoid of joy but would be lovers always turn away. Chasing after my bliss through another always decays.
The lord around can't get through. If love is creation of the ever new, what...
My stepson arrived whilst we were away,
Oblivious was I on that wonderful day.
My husband, he knew, his child would be born,
Between son and his wife, emotions were torn.
I never found out until much later on,
For a whole ten months, the prize I had won.
The confession it came...
but here it goes.
She dances across the night. My heart races with her in my grasp. Many bow to her beauty. Rubies and diamonds crash to the ground and scatter. She dances like a demon in the guise of an angel. Lesser men cry at her sight. I admire her elegance. I fear her...
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 a finished work. Just thought I would share.
A child whose heart was chiseled away
Piece by piece
that old clock, we sit and watch as time moves on, sometimes having to hold tight that ever spinning C D of thoughts and doubts which prolong our growth to escape the fear of living.
For every person that starts to walk away from the chains of capture, endless light will be...
I've got a lot going on, and I thought I would be creative...
In her eyes I see a dim light.
That I pray someday will shine very bright.
In her stare I witness an empty gaze
Of a past of pain and ruin beneath a tear-filled haze.
In her eyes I see a damaged soul
How much I wish...
When my world was in a much lesser chaos,
Where I no longer will need to weigh my actions on the scale,
And I'll be freed from the clutches of this harrowing tale.
I trick my mind into believing it's you,
When I'm holding someone new,
But the heart knows what the mind can't...
The silvery remnants of activity,
Reveals the hidden pathways of snail.
The network, a labyrinth of tunnels,
Leads me close to the working ants’ trail.
A cavern warm and dark beneath hedges,
Stores a visitor who reveals all at night.
With its prickly features it endears me...
Soldiers marched all night
inside the houses families cried
the townspeople were affright
people fled having nowhere to hide
One man spoke to the people as they fled
Crying:"be strong, fight, never give in"
But the people looked at him nothing said
He realized his fate he knew...
what and why you would cast some thing of such beauty and power aside.....like waves rolling into tides.... tearing down.... breaking .....apart.... lost then found like heaven and hell....rolled into one.....