Something to Think 'bout - This poem was nominated poem of 2005 for the best
poem, written by an African kid.........amazing thought!!!
When I born, I Black,
When I grow up...
Black~ To Me Most Kind And Peaceful - Many people said ' white
is positive, bright
they may be right.
But I can't stop to wonder
What if black
Is one great...
I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am from my head to my toes.
I tend to get loud when speaking my mind.
Even a little crazy some of the time...
That happiness I thought you killed off
Came rushing back the second we talked
Why am I holding onto you
When there is nothing to hold onto
And I hope you know, it takes a lot...
You Found Me - I can't believe You found me
When no one else was looking
How did you know just where I would be...
I guess you saw what nobody could see...
As I sit here
Wishing On A Star For U;)) - Wishing on a star
I gaze up at the sky each night
and find the brightest star.
It's always waiting there for me
so close, but yet so far.
Walking towards death
Closer with each step
Across the street
And into the woods
Take my pills
And cut my wrists
This time my life
Is done for good
The love I’ve lost...
Definition - Loving someone is standing
precariously on the edge of the building,
ready to jump.
It is lying in a flooded bathtub holding your breath
until your lungs give out,
In The Shower - Lusty hot wet steaminess
Soapy lathered creaminess
Lips on lips drenched in a kiss
Hips on hips delirious
I lift you up with gentle ease
You wrap your legs around...
Man, Why don’t guys just understand,
All woman want is to feel loved, and secure. Why don’t they give a damn?
Only talking about what they want and need,
What about your seed...
Nothing I won't do
Everything I will pursue
Not a thing I wouldn't say
To know you'll be okay
My sky's gone blue to black
My soul's under attack
Storm clouds forever set
If You Forget Me - If You Forget Me
I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my...
I Wrote This One Lonely Rainy Night.... - Her New Black DressTom BrosmanOctober 2005 She found her way inside my houseAnd I’m sure I locked the door.In a new black dress she...
You can't be defined.
You can't be denied.
When someone speaks negatively,
it's because they don't realize they judge relatively.
People try to label us as objects based on our...
For JS: Sweet Embrace............X - You need a hug, Come here; put your head on my chest.
I will play with your hair, You can listen to my heartbeat
I hold you tight; no...
The song of the crow and the dove
Staring at the eyes of the crow
and seeing the world so black and white,
Keeps me dreaming the rainbow
that I haven’t seen to my left and...
One Last Battle...One Last Stand
© Lillian Casillas
At the gates of Hell I stand,
Ready to enter as a man,
Sought out by evil here,
It shall find me without fear.
Take me to your heart
Show me where to start
Let me play the part of your first love.
Oh, I know down deep you love me
But are you ever gonna love me
The way I love you?
Shel Silverstein - Nobody - "Nobody"
Nobody loves me,
Nobody picks me peaches and pears,
Nobody offers me candy and Cokes,
Nobody listens and laughs at...
A Poem... - is like a body of woman.
It is gentle, light and beautiful.
It has sensitive points,
with a simple touch
makes it to vibrate.
It is strong and delicate.
Love And Pain - Love and Pain,
Love and Pain,
Why are the ones closest give the worst pain.
Pain and Love,
Pain and Love,
We see flying high a painfully beautiful dove.
By David Kirby
I have met them in dark alleys, limping and one-armed;
I have seen them playing cards under a single light-bulb
and tried to join in, but they...
"The Man Who Thinks He Can" - If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don't.
If you'd like to win but you think you can't,
It's almost a cinch...
My Love your glance
Your glance like a glancing blow has pierced up to base
Has reconciled both heart and soul in one hypnotic case
The sight itself has acted as a screen to...
by: Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
nce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly...
My heart ache but I don't recall
A reasoning on it nor the cause
I ponder to no results
What could hurt me without a name?
But of course it's my brain
Why do you make my heart...
Unfolding As It Should - I am not a part of thisI walk this tight rope aloneI'm very much aware that this is my choosingAnd this is how it's meant to beI cling to my rebellious...
In Your Heart
© Thomas S. Carver
He was so proud of his little girl
It was her very first day of school
He walked with her to school that day
And she held his hand all the way...
You Just Might Be The One -
You may be the one
Who immediately caught my attention
Left me feeling enchanted
I thought you were an angel
I thought there was a kindness...
Yeah this is pretty much a huge part of my life thanks to my friends. If you guys want to read some of my words here is a link to them. http://dustinstrong.com/category/poetry
READ VERY CAREFULLY AND REMEMBER THIS..............xIf no one hears from you;if no one knows of you,Surely you can’t lose anythingand no one can forget you.If no one loves...
Let's travel the world. See how beautiful awaits for us. Hold my hand and look at me in the eyes. Tell me I'm your everything, tell me that I'm your one and only, tell me that...
Footprints in the sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with The Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the...
The Princess....... -
She will become my queen of hearts
She is the Princess in my hands
She is the blood through my veins,
the wind in my hair.
Candlelight and champagne...
I Love Poetry (this Is My Poem) - I love the way you look at me
i love the way you stare
i love your big blue eyes
your long and wavy hair
You heart is made of gold
so pure and so...
Just Wish I Could Write Them - I am amazed at how many talented poets there are out there. I have tried many times to write poems, but I am not free enough in my thoughts or...
There's a dream in you and me
only butterfly soft
then big eye,
I play you Mozart and Bach and pick you flowers, cheerful and gentle.
Yellow and blue and purple...
It's Not The Way Love Goes. -
If you love me, prove it to me daily; without inconsistency.
I never asked for flowers, I just want the warmth of your embrace.
I could never be the...
Feathers fall like rain,
They twinkle to the ground in vain,
By my side we jump into the night,
Like a wraith your hands closed tight,
Skin like snow stained forever red...
Guilt runs through my veins
My heart holds so much pain
My dignity has been slain
Rememberence always stays
Every time I try
To look you in the eye
My soul just slowly dies...
Friends Are Life's Gift Of Love - If people like me didn't know people like you ,Life would lose its meaning and its richness , too.For the friends that we make are life's gift of...
I am here. Are you willing for change. Respect is so dear but so far. I am so far. Forgetting is so easy but so hard. Wasting the air wasting your breath your living isn't true...
Like a star you came into my life
You filled my heart with joy
You took my pain as if it was yours
You provided me with love that no one could give me
You gave me a...
A Moment Of Inspiration - Stars shine intensely in the night
Darkness overwhelms the light
Seasons bring different display
Venus emerges on the summer phrase
In a universe...
Friends - Why God Gave Us Friends GOD knew...
Our torture -
A world of fire
A world of flame
Brings us shame
A world of fear
A world all dead
No hope is near
The night, we dread
This girl we know
A Friendship Lost By Brenda J. Metz - I remember the time not long ago
When we laughed and shared it all
We were the very best of friends
Or at least that’s what I thought.
I Want - I want to love you simply,
by the unspoken word of timber:
to the flame which transforms it to ash
I want to love you simply,
by unexpressed signs of clouds
to the rain...
Sitting in a tree
Just how happy can I be?
Today I'm finally free
You'll never hold me back
Climbing up so high
Just staring at the sky
In a world that cannot lie
The Lay Of The Last Minstrel By Sir Walter Scott - (The River Tweed Below Melrose"- 1899.Scottish Borders landscape.Watercolour by Tom Scott RSA (1845-1927).Breathes there the man...
Where Do I Belong - I lie awake and wonder why.
why am i left alone inside?
i feel that no matter what,
i am doomed to live an abnormal life.
it doesn't matter how many friends...
Time - It's funny how things happen
with this thing that we call time
one minute were together
and then the next we say good bye
it's so hard to let you go
even though it's not...
soaked and swollen,
on swing of your iris
in this chandelier elations of motions,
these elongations of devotion...