As I was walking with my dog last Sunday
distracted by scenery and questions of life
my eyes stumble upon the one that one day
one day I hope becomes my wife.
Her eyes were two...
Hide and seek
It's yet another day passing by, yet another human walking past me. More days go by and the sun keeps playing hide and seek. Like it is toying with me.
Oh how life...
Who am I kidding?
Two weeks have spanned since I saw you last,
And I almost have come to believe
That I'm no longer at the mercy of my pointless crush,
No longer my heart do I...
Did you watch the sun go down that day
With the village children praying
Did you hear them calling out your name
For to save them from the slaying
Did you watch the day turn into...
If we made love,
How would it be?
Your hands on my body,
Your lips on my breasts,
My stomach and thighs.
Joy in my heart,
With loud happy sighs.
The thing that I...
A bird's high-pitched shriek
And then a profound silence
Looking Into My Heart...
Looking into my heart, I wonder what you will see.
You won't see Love
and you won't see flowers.
You won't see something pretty
You will see...
The goddess of my world. I'm trapped between pages and underneath words. your beauty, your love, your warmth is a breath of fresh air to my lungs. It breathes new life into a story...
AN OLD MAN’S FLAG
(c) 2015 by Edward York.
The old man sat on his porch each day,
As he rocked away in his chair.
And the flag that he always proudly flew,
Was waving ripples in...
My little shorty.
Years since i last saw him
Years since i accost him last.
I used to give him my time,
my love and my heart.
Never once did he welcome,
did he even acknowledge...
Message me and I will send you some of mine! I write darker than some others!
I have written down the words I’ve thought,
And arranged them on the page.
I have created characters to write about,
And described their looks and age.
I have created...
by Edward York
The city stands at the top of the state,
And looks down over the rest.
I have been to other Texas towns,
But I like this one best.
They say speech is free but them words ain't cheap
Wiki is cool but don't let em leak
Don't be fooled but don't say a peep
You better get schooled I have much...
Am I the only one who writes better stories when have a lot of feelings usually sadness?
Btw I would be glad if u check up my stories and novels on Wattpad if ur interest ask me...
I'm not good at talking to ppl rlly so I used to Wright poetry to get my feelings out
I write tons of poems, quotes and inspirational things. I have been writing since I was a kid. I share some of them in the group someone made called I Love To Write.
As father's Day approaches I was inspired to write this.
Sometimes occasions come our way,
Inspiring memories good and bad.
The occasion that is now close at hand,
Am I just crazy?
We can just agree to disagree.
I think if I were a daisy in a field of sunflowers, you'd pick me.
I don't think I'd like to be a flower though, I'd hate to...
I write a few poems, mostly it's inspired by love. I don't know if I should post it here because experienceproject is not a poetry wesite.
I can usually drink you right off of my mind
But I miss you tonight
I can normally push you right out of my heart
But I'm too tired to fight
I can normally sleep at...
I sat across from an old cowpoke,
He looked at me, and I at he,
And then I said, old son, where have you been,
And what did you see.
His old grey eyes looked...
I’m not the man you’re looking for;
He will not come here anymore;
Gone to greet the world’s end,
He shan’t be back again.
And whose features you profess to know,
WHAT I FOUND
I have had a chance to look at life,
And examine all around,
Looking for some guiding rules,
And this is what I found.
Never speak to someone in anger,
I thought this one came out nicely.
We called it the spiderweb
A dome shaped jungle gym
From which I hung
I hung inside
Watching the other children
Run on my...
Take me, lover. Take all of my fractured
pieces and place them on the silky sheets
of our bed. I don’t want to cut you with my
crystalline tears and I don’t...
I remember that look in my mom’s eyes,
tearlessly sad, like a grey day without rain.
On the floor, piecemeal and shattered, her
fragile teacup now broken. Thirty...