Alzheimer's - Gratefulness Hidden Within the Sorrow - A Son's Thanksgiving
By Donald M. Schwartz, Nov. 22, 2007
My mother has advanced Alzheimer's
But there is thanksgiving...
How Much? -
How much love would it take...
Silence - The Silence of Your Laughter
The saddest sound in my universe
Is the silence of your laughter;
That once rolled like thunder
That touched the valleys...
Poem Written Mar. 31 - Creative Fables
So many stories about creation
Each author along with accomplices
Perpetuates an irrevocable mythology
Bonded in mystery accepted blindly...
Was Thinking Too Hard That Day - This came from hearing about an accident, and thinking about our
precarious hold on life. I began to wonder what might be going
through a mind in...
The Way I Loved You. <3 - Bloods rushing through my veins,
I can't seem to explain,
That's the way I loved you.
You were my heart,
You were my soul,
That's the way I loved you...
Darkness - as the day draws to an end my nightmare begins my hare on my arm start to stand up straight nerves take over my hole body i break out in sweats going to the toilet...
Loves Eternal Vow -
Loves Eternal vow to me is sown .
It's mystery to remain forever unknown ,
Upon it's wings I am bourne ,
And carried through the weathered storm.
Crowds of people
laughter and ignorance
and many other sounds
whispering and smiles surround you now
hated by many helped by few
is this what...
Falling - I feel like I've been lost to the years
Passing me by in a blistering haze
Never to be seen again, the years of my life
I give unto you, the best of myself
But can I...
Untitled - i feel too close
too close to myself
too close to losing the battle
life just seems so far away
i don't want to feel anymore
i don't want anything
what is the...
Life Without Her - Every morning i feel you next to me
Cuddling into me
Wrapping ourselves into each others arms
Rubbing each other nakedness
As we lay cascading kisses unto each...
A Fictional Charectors' View - There are some quotes from a fictional charector, not of my creation , that I've come to find applicable in my world.
" It's ok to write...
Memories Of Love - As I lay exhausted by the day
My eyes are clouded with memories
Memories of those days
Memories of someone who taught me to love
Memories of those kisses & hugs...
Cross Roads - Cross Roads
There is a moment called “cross roads”
Where cross winds dazzle the mind with indecision.
Wildly the compass flutters
At that precise moment, known...
Alone - I reach out but no one is there ,
I cry but no one hears ,
I ask why but no one listens ,
there is an emptiness inside me like a deep and endless void ,
I stand upon...
There's A Place That I Go -
There's a place that I go that no one will know how or where to find me
There's a place that I go where answers do not exist
and questions are the...
THREE Things Men Should Know - 1. Belching and passing gas
should be enjoyed privately,
not with company
at the dining room table.
2. If you share a bathroom with a woman...
A Ghost In My Own House - I'm not really here
I hang around
doing some of the things I should
but not all
Certainly not like Ms. Chatelaine
A tidy home is
a happy home
Poems For You.. - Every second..
When i feel you..
I wrote poems..
Only for you..
I decorated them with my tears..
Though you are far away..
Leave me..insult me..
But donot do it...
Am I Made For Poetry? - I can only hope and humbly askOr fret and worry from dawn till duskSo lend me your wise words and freely opineAm I blessed with a gift or just behind the...
I'll Be Patient - I long for your touch,For your love and attention.I wish you'd be mature,And see the broad picture.No one has time,For your drama and small talk.Baby, I'm waiting...
A Summer Night Legend... -
Long, long ago there was a small village in a meadow not far from here.
The People of the village were faced with a crisis. Every...
Dying Love - where is the wind
that sways the trees
to a carnal lullaby
whisp'ring your name on flaming leaves
falling, so beautiful
why does the summer end so soon...
A Short One... - I walk
and sometimes run
on the thin edge of my life’s blade
It is probably only a matter of time
before I slip
And the wind tugs gently at the wispy...
First In A Long Time - and it just came running out of my fingers...
I see it so clearly
like a bystander, a perfect witness
no attachment to the scene
I Saw You Today - I saw you today
You were stretched out on
The cold pavement
A scrap of white plastic
Over your face and body
Your boots sticking out
A Life Of Living With Parent That Drank All There Life - but i doint blame them for my probs some people might saqy they had some thing to do with it but no i got into drugs from...
Life - Life is always differentSome days are full of pain,but you cannot have a rainbowwithout a little rain.We need a little darknessto see a shining star,We need the bad as well...
For My Dog Who's Gone to Rainbow Bridge - Chinook
I watched your birth and knew that you were special
You were darker than your littermates
and feisty from the get-go
What Does He Want With Me... - His voice,
he was everything I've ever wanted, that's exactly why I can't have him.
What does a guy...
Who Am I? - I am the Water that flows ever
never stopping or reversing
always running, running somewhere
searching for a different path
I am the West Wind that blows...
She Is A Poem In Pajamas - she is a poem is pajamas
an unfinished Picasso fresh from the shower
she is a watercolor painted along the
moments of my day
in bright vibrant colors...
Praise Him,, - I was lost, and now i'm found, you were there, when i turned around, you reached for me , i touch your hand, you touched my heart they way no one can, you felt my...
Love - Love
Every time I'm with you...
the sun shines brighter
my mind starts to wonder
my heart beats faster
my life gets better
My Love Grows Stronger!
Every time you...
Flight - Flight
Like the fluttering wings of the humming bird
Life touched my lips and opened my eyes
And made me realize
I need not rise above the clouds
Letting Go - A broken smilea lifeless face,her distant eyesaren't out of place.Her arms are thinher breath is weakshe doesn't move,she doesnt speak.She looks so smalljust waiting...
Pure, Thick, Silence - The worst sound, is that of silence.
Having to endur the pure, thick, sound of completely nothing... Nothing at all.
Any other day, you'd kill for silence...
My Life... - I stay and think
I write what i feel..
Writings are my life..
Poems are my blood..
I wish..i wish..
May my poem give a soft kiss to thousands of cryng hearts...
My Lady - My Lady Florestela
The treasures of life are poverty,
My love for you possesses eternal value.
Even ageless time runs its course,
My love for you is infinite.
Mon Chose Du Rayoner - You are
my shiny thing
my glimmering pretty half hid
among the litter
my secret treasure that I hold up to the light
Untitled - Having resigned myself to solitude
snuffing the candles
and embracing the dark
I lie sleepless
Awaiting the rhythmic sound
Where Did You Go? - "He touched my wrist. Lightly, and with just one finger, but I shivered. It wasn't that his hand was especially cold. I think it was the subtlety. If I hadn't...
The Lonely Poet.. - Without soft bed to sleep..
Without sweet dreams..
Without drop of water..
Without bit of grains..
From cradle to the coffin..
From tears to the smiles..
Mostly I Write When I'm Bummed Out... - or angry or sad. Occasionally I write something happy. Here is a sample of not happy:
swirling from the turbulence
If I Could - If I could find a heartless
blade to sever the last
gossamer threads of a promise I can't keep, I would
walk on my crumbling knees
on fresh, hot pavement
Desire - Mmmm...
I love your smoothness
the way you taste in my mouth
releasing some kind of
chemical in my body that makes me
want more of you
The Day God Called You Home... - God looked around His garden
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth
And saw your tired face.
He put his arms around you
Who Are You -
Who are you?
What's you're name?
Why do you care
whether we prostrate ourselves...
Poetry - Poetry,Love it,Read it,Why not,Write it?Makes sense,Doesn't it?
Spring - Spring is not a bursting forth, but rather
a slow, languid, Sunday morning awakening.
Small tender shoots yawn and stretch in the warm sunlight,
inspired by their...