What was said to the rose that made it open was said
to me here in my chest.
What was told the cypress that made it strong
and straight, what was
whispered the jasmine so it is...
I admire watching you lay dormant peacefully upon my canvas . So insensible and so vulnerable to my tracing touch. Your bare flesh subliminally nettles my trance. I'm mesmerized by...
The Girl From Another World quickly fell in love with Italian food, Italian cars and furniture, Italian frocks, bras and pants and Robert De Niro.
The Boy From Another World...
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath...
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...
The great mind of Edgar Allan Poe was ceased on this day (October 7th) 166 years ago. He is my favorite author and his work will never fade. Save me some alcohol!
I'm staring at my page that is bordered with one line scribbles and sketches. I research the history and origins of my subject and find synonyms to simple words. Words or lines pop...
Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly,
you'll find yourself,
and that, and only that,
can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.
I enjoy writing, creating a story from nothing. I enjoy breathing life into yet unknown characters and letting them be discovered through descriptions and activities. They will...
Roses have been colored red in many a blind mans poem of love
and in so many ways their eyes color them shades of crimson
But the hidden stain of loves bleeding heart cannot...
Lord, help my poor soul.
Edgar Allan Poe
Poetry is what happens, when your mind stops working and for a moment all you do is feel.
I have a poetry page on fb that I post mine on and I invite everyone to post up
At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet
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...
Apne Bhi Khafa Mujh Se Hain, Begane Bhi Na-Khush
Main Zehar-e-Halahil Ko Kabhi Keh Na Saka Qand
My folk berate me, the stranger does not love me:
Hemlock for sherbet I could never...
Do not suffer from insanity , I enjoy every minute of it. -edgar Allen Poe
I remained too much in my head and ended up losing my mind. -Edgar Allen Poe