My Undying Love For Thee
Thou hast long departed indeed from my life
With the one solemn longing to be thy wife
My undying love for thee I never showed
A true modest farewell thou...
what passes as poetry?
words that an amateur writer forces into stanzas.
words that a confused teenager scribbles into their lit textbook.
words that a social worker whispers...
What do you think about when you can't sleep. It seems like you want to think of everything all at once. Your plans, your goals, your past, your debt, what will you have for lunch...
I will always love you,
You can push me away,
but I'll always come back.
you can deny your desire and say it can't be,
but I won't let the walls come between you...
this poetry called ,, <<<< MY SECRET LOVE >>..... THIS IS 4 YOU ....... you know who you are ..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...............i sat down beside you...
I got my song and I'm writing my poetry
Using 2 songs
Badman torro torro mix
Love me again -John Newman
Life's great rn
FOOD FOR THOUGHT
(c) Edward York
I sometimes write down words,
Just to make you think.
I create a feast meant for your mind,
And invite you for a drink.
The words I write aren...
Screaming like a Banshee
Crying like there's no end.
I stop talking to friends
Friends stop talking to me.
Days turn into weeks,
Seal the euphoric polar opposite, it lies to me, it is only a defense tower against my authenticity. I am instead a horrid, violent being with much stigma to my past. At last after...
(c) Edward York
The little ship was barely moving,
Against waves that splashed so strong.
In an attempt to reach for safety,
It had battled way too long.
All of my pieces
Catching the light
Surrendering to the need to fall
Lining my silver
On gentle, lamp lit streets
In a glorious, quiet moment of...
More than an angry mess
This feeling I must confess
Or lack thereof
More is less
Less is more
I want you at my door
Or to wake up on your floor
Or to hold your...
(Written as a song really)
Sentences float across the page
No meaning to be found
Like thoughts they drift so aimlessly
Cross the sheet on which they are bound
Hey, I'm still kind of a novice poet. Let me know what you think of this piece
Get Up Again
Hug me and tell me everything is going to be ok
Kidnap me from work and take me far...
I sit by a lake's shore
well after midnight
the full moon is beginning to set
the shadows swirl around me
holding me hostage
there is no light
all there is is darkness.
A magnolia clings to its branch,
A silent sentinel high in the boughs of a tree,
Watching the quiet sky fall past.
The faint petals grow heavy,
And they slip one by one...
And her words were soft,
But like everything else too soft to endure the world,
They were crumpled and left like dust clinging to the shoes of their god.
And alongside her words...
AS A MEANS
Her energy is a black veil
Obscuring my light
A moon with a sad tale
Eclipsing my days into night
Cold and hollow is she
Voids impossible to fill
Everybody I encounter seems to go for mind numbing serious poetry which relies on the principle that the listener has to feel the same way in order to experience the same emotions...
I have three videoclips of me reading some of my poetry on my youtube channel, please have a look :)
My poems in the comments! It's really long and I wrote it about my Friend who I was friends with for 8 years until I moved. When I moved he sent me and called me really nasty...
"Only in Moments do we all see ... "
In that time we share the same alternate sky's..
That of dark blue, light and black..
Through sunshine and rain...
We all live in the same...
I was in love with a boy
Who never grew old
I sprinkled him with dust
And up he flew
To his heart's content
He flew past mermaids
Past pirate ships
And treasure coves
I look out through the bars in the window
At the branches of the big elm tree
Spreading out against the clear summer sky
And recall the days when I was free
I would go to the...
THE LAST DAY
(c) 1015 by Edward York
God granted me another day,
To use as I see fit.
But I spent my time making plans,
And wasted most of it.
So many things I could have done...
Here is my poem
Roses are red
violets are blue
this poems sucks
and eventually you will too
Stay open, you anemone
You are beautiful and the colors of you will attract the dangers of wanting. Accept this, and offer the comfort of home to those who seek it inside of you...