Wandering without wanting 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...
As a child, I loved when my mom would take out her yarn, fabrics, and threads. I'd be right there next to her to see what she was working on. She showed me how to sew with a needle...
i have grown weary
of every breath
this journey of fools
begs for a death
running on empty
has gotten old
waiting on nothing
has taken its toll
tired of struggle
and this foul...
My sorrow, when she's here with me thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be ; she loves the bare, the withered trees; she walks the sodden pasture lane...
She was beautiful, but not in the beautiful ways you might like to think so, she did not have hair that dripped gold, her eyes were not the color of the cold sea , her smile was...
"Every heart singsa song, incomplete,until another hearts whispers back.Those who wish to singalways find a song.At the touch of of a lover,everyone becomes a poet."(Plato...
He felt her song, a whispered hush,
she thought no one could hear
Instead of silencing her voice,
he let me played through tears
The keys fell in sharps and flats,
some full of...
You'd think that I would have posted a poem here lol. But really I write poetry, but only when I'm super sad :(. When I am, poems pour out of me with little effort and I'm told...
We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows...
Just wrote a dark poem, now a poem more kind. For all the dreamers in life:
The intimacy of two old souls behind closed doors,
Two hearts beating as one with pure emotion which...
Walt Whitman was either a homosexual or a bisexual. His poetry has some pretty erotic parts and I really must confess that I like it! He wasn't afraid to express himself. Then it...
You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.
You start dying slowly
When you kill...
This is a powerful poetic prose . I like the second part after the violin solo.
Want the change. Be inspired by the flame
where everything shines as it disappears.
The artist, when sketching, loves nothing so much
as the curve of the body as it turns away...
I always write my emotions and feelings down and it sounds like poetry to me.
There is beauty in broken things,
Which only broken things can see,
There is a hero inside myself,
Who only around you I can be,
There is sunshine behind the rainclouds,
I am going to sound like a snob, but I want people to share good poetry.....reading some of it makes my head hurt. :(
"To write poetry, like sincere poetry, it is like performing heart surgery on yourself without anesthesia…in public…You are peeling back layers. You are dissecting yourself...
I am no big fan of poetry. I do, however like analyzing them. And also, I thought of an analogy. I don't know if it could be called a poem or not. But, here goes:
Life is like a...
Tu nay pochi hai imamat ki haqeeqat mujh say
Huq tujhay meri tarah sahib-e-israr kare
Hay wohi terey zamanay ka imam bar huq
jo tujhay hazir-o-mojood say bezaar kare