I didn't care for the grail,
I cherished drinking from it together with you...
I didn't care for the peak of Olympus,
I cherished holding your hand
Gazing eternally upon the...
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”
― Edgar Allan Poe
what hurts most is your smile, that filled your face with gee
Cause from what I could see, that smile was meant for me.
But then it all went wrong, and all your love for me went...
A Fire from within
Leaves the strongest soul pleasantly scarred
It is within this fire that most ache
Ache for the flames, those orange sparks of difference
The blue tango...
Well I haven't written it yet but it started building up in a reply to a fellow veterans message on fb. It's about the 1000 yard stare, I'm having problems with it's rhythm or...
Rather than my usual rubbish I thought I would like to post some of my favourite poems. Here to start with is a little love poem by the Hungarian writer Attila Jószef. Don't try...
I'll be the first to admit, my "poetry" is very elementary, due to the fact that I'm not overly educated and intelligent...but be that as it may, here is a sample:
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because...
Slipping on Mist
Where is the joy of my precocious youth,
that slowly slipped one morning into a mist,
like a lover's lost affection for lips once kissed
and sipped so sweetly...
She corners me
Then whispers me her poetic verses laced with love
And although Id always find her art appealing
I can't be with her
This thing that she wants will never be...
The stories of Edgar Allan Poe, love them.
He was the air I breathed, the love I felt, the sun that shined, the comfort of home. I loved him from the moment I saw him and that love never once wavered. He's the one male in...
Poetry makes no sense to me at all. The only kind that may make sense to me is one in lay-man terms or something written by a child.😐😐😧
It's cool and all to write in...
This is a recent poem, 2006.
Shuffled like bureaucratic paperwork
From desk to desk
Second hand clothes
Second hand love
Second hand child...
THE GIFT OF TIME(c) 2015 Edward YorkThe little hands I held today,Brought to my face a smile.And any troubles I may have had,Left me for a while.Even though you are short right now...
And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.
So I started writing with one line in my head; all of a sudden this was on the paper, and oh my god, where did it come from? But I love it.
I used to be the kid
Who wrote poetry...
i was not a drinker infect to do justice to my older self i never even dared to think that it can be a choice for me made by my own self......what it means to loosen up and what it...
Some poetry is beautiful, some of it though tastes artificially sweet. :/
I used to write sooo much poetry.. now I barely do. I know that I can write when I'm sad about ****.. and I basically am when I'm alone. but I think I mainly fear that someone will...