ok so lets focus on god he told me he is the all powerfull one like it says in the bible he is the all powerfull one he also told me that knowledge is endles like numbers go on for ever and he maide 2+2=11 and all the rest of the numbers and he filled the galexie with difrent...
Today I bid farewell to a journey that never beganTo a story left untold,to a romance that grew coldTo kisses never shared,to feelings never sparedTo hands that never touched,to hearts that never feltFelt the love that could have been,to the happiness left unseenTo the girl who...
Breathing with each word..
How it all should be heard.
Try to make it right
Make the poem come to light.
It pains me,
Too much insanely,
The greatest pain ever known..
But all the pain I...
I love what I hate,
The writing of a poem.
It is the most wonderful pain,
I have ever known.
Each word comes freely
Yet forced with all my might,
Every word I write is so very often wrong,
Yet it's always right
You may think it a lie,
But I swear that it's true,
I never knew fear, true and real fear,
Until the day I met you..
I got the fear the first hour,
After walking by your side,
The talk, your laugh, your sight,
Gave me fear so powerful...
Its been a while since Ive been by the site, so here goes again!
All of my life I have written poetry, some mawkish, some not so bad. I publish online and over hte last year have started to attend poetry meetings and events.
who new that life without pain,would be hard to achieve as children we see our parents make away and they struggle to be there best and they provide that unconditional love not every one but to me thats what parents supposed to give.we look at them and we dont see the pain right...
me huck,in a vein of passions,
angry,deviated from my love to you,
to my love to lust,
you emerge on the top of all,
like the cherry on the white cream,
on the top,here on the top of love,
The top can't fit us both,
you falling from the top,
and i win...
first thing was wooooo!!! yea babe
i found god or he wanted me 2 find him for some reason
but what ever that reason is i feel like crying with sutch joy of what we can do as the government like poems he can give u a poem thatu will feel the words getting 2 u he eaven uses words...
Footsteps back and forth in my house
Step step step
The sky is bright but a cool breeze outside my window
My body is glued to my bed
Relaxed just thinking
Thinking of how much time I'm wasting lying here
Thinking of what it means to have a life
Thinking of the outside world...
To me is soul.It's the very essence of my living.It's my very intake of breath every second, every moment, words are swirling with me, always demanding, waiting to be out or written.They are speaking, they say things beyond my own thoughts, they are the very presence of my soul.I...
Thunder clashes in the midnight sky
It’s cold and it’s rainy outside
As I’m walking about
Something begins to follow
It begins to run
With the moisture running down my face
I run in terror and dispar
I hear the snatching of it’s teeth
I jump, I run
I end up bound in...
I was once his dream
the swirling tides of pastel colours
fading into the folds of his eye lids
where evening came too quickly
and stole across the glossy images
he was able to touch just yesterday
then today were gone.
he loves me
but only in a dream.
Will you miss what I write,
If I go away?
Or can you live with it, not notice, or with the loss, be ok?
Are the words I write with my hand,
Worth it, worth the pain, worth the reading,
Do you give a damn?
I wish I knew,
I really do,
But no comments come,
So many eyes to look into,
That look back into my soul,
So must unknown beauty there,
Yet so few of the holders of such,
Just don't seem to know....
Not a clue,
Not a chance,
Do these sad, sad, teardrops beleve,
That they have the world in love with them,
.. This is probably more like a diary page then a poem but whatever...
Mixed up - poem
One way then another
You care then you don't
You're there but then you just disappear
You tell me one thing and do another
Maybe it's me
Maybe I'm just confused
Maybe I've been...
Lately I've started to think that my poetry sucks rocks. Too crude, too simple. So, I think I need practice. Do me a favor, please, and send a subject so that I might write a poem about it? I'll answer each one, and I'll send the poem to you, or print it here or another page...
Love. It's a four-lettered word. perhaps the hardest, yet best word on the planet. Love is how I describe you. I look at you, and swallow my pride. I am aware of the feelings I hide. If your kiss could heal me, by tonight. Would your lips touch mine? When the clock strikes nine...