Rushing on - Open, plan, act, close
Flows right past the end of day
Swept on bubbles across the way
Washing over - cleaning through
What's arriving; next to do
Party time - lets hit the street
I'm out of here - got friends to meet
A starlit night, the moon shines like the sun
Walking along the beach, so quiet and peaceful
You run away and I give chase,calling your name
Is this the game you want to play
Your out of breath so am I
We sit together, silently watching the sky
I take you in my arms, holding you...
It's funny when I almost fall,
Or when my dog can't reach her ear.
I giggle at the jokes you tell,
I smile because it's crystal clear.
I like it when it's all green,
And I spot a patch of violet,
I glow inside to see my life,
And know that I'm the pilot.
The tinkle of a slinky...
Happy birthday to me
Save up my money all year
Pay for my 'friends'
But no one turns up
I have already paid
I shan't get the money back
Least it's worth
Such a waste
(wrote this in 2 minutes yesterday while waiting for my cousin to turn up LOL)
since I've written a poem..here is is..
You taught me to cry
You taught me to smile
Never was I
running for so many miles..
My palms searching for a light
Up to the sky
I see a floating kite
There is no need for a sounless cry
It's just another lonesome night
My eyes are wide...
arms outstretched, beckoning in mock earnest
Submerged in a vast sea of pale blue
Edges burn with red embers, silently.
Waves screaming, blades of ice assaulting it's prey.
All at once morose.
A silhouette awaits in the depths, looking on through blank eyes...
I would have done something
If only I dared.
She could have done something
If only she cared.
He never even tried
Though he cared enough
You watched as they died
You proved you were tough
We should have done something
But now it's too late
No one did anything
And death was their...
to quiver ardently , euphoric under your spell,
To swoon, trembling adoringly beneath your beguiling gaze,
To prey on your lips, and devour your charm,
With your arrogant grace and willowy neck,
Lisping sonnets do drip from your gilded tongue,
As I, adoring puppet to your every...
I look around and stop to thinkCan I write this poem? My mind is on the brinkIt could be about anything,I could throw in the kitchen sinkOr it could be about nothingFuhk, I write betta when I drinkBut drinks can't be had whilst at workWhich is a damn shame for sure, it'd be a...
a stack of chips on each shoulder
no room to lean or cry on
and you need one to rely on
stones keep piling on
and im crying trying to find the strength to fight on
trying to pick the right one
biting my time hiding with the light on
half of the fight is knowing when to stand-down...
all the stars in the heavens,the oceans to swim inthe warm breeze to soothe my heartthe steadfast arms of love to hold meyour tender voice to console memy dreams and hopes buoy me into rainbow skiessweet memories of yesteryear chime like lullabiesmy daughters magic loveand all...
There she was baring all that
Legs spread, her hopes and dreams
Foolishly thinking she could hide her
But her climax rose, peaked, flowed like the
Until it trickled its last drop, exposing her
Climax, scream, squirt...
it make you want to rhyme to get that nice ring, the ring that will make others see, what exactly this poem is supposed to be, but when your done with your writing, no one ever seems to be biting. here's an interesting question, why do be invite these sessions, you know the...
A Different Storm
On a wet
warms my Soul
Storms rage on
this cosy room
turning to see
your face as you
lie beneath satin
Being bound to my ignorance,
I am walking through the path,
"will it ever be enough?"
Horses are galloping.
I feel their footsteps beating in my heart
This is the most painful part.
Is it possible to be as free as they are?
Never going to shed...
The quite house
The darkness before dawn
Dark roasted fresh brewed black coffee inky as the sky
Fading of distant stars as they ebb to Sol
Volumes written about the promises of new days
Each fails to embrace the beauty in early morning hours
I am here, am I drunk?
The time of day for my alcohol isn't early enough!
All these gifts I must wrap, only to be torn,
Within minutes demolished from a greedy storm.
I don't ask for much; you all are content with my lacking,
Of asking and pleading, while foolishly laughing...
Mama wants black nylon thigh highs, so he loves to stare
Mama wants sexy bra and panties, for their journey bare
A slinky dress that clinges to every curve she has
Dancing to sultry music, maybe some jazz
Tonight mama isn't feeling like mama any more
As his arms embrace her...
You hang from my neck like a ton of bricks
You're bulky and awkward what a fix
Always need adjusting, collecting hair and crumbs
Restricting me to death, I just sit and twindle my thumbs
I would love to just throw you away, but if I did my arm would flay
So I will keep you on for...
Pieces of clarity she needed to find.Would it be found in the words on this page?Or something that would never be gauged?Is life tracked along one muddled road,With confusion and pain often sowed?Or is it just that some are destined to see,That life is meant to be happy for you...
Perfection would be too vague; flawlessness too petty.
She has skin that smells of lavendar; or summer rain
just as it touches the ground.
Like pure life embodied, golden and smooth
without a scar or inhibition;
long-legged, funny as hell, her voice in my ear,
her fingers on...
being a machine of course a heart I must lack, all I have are springs and gears, never to shed actual tears, for if I do I'll begin to rust, I'll start to crumble and gather dust, cold and calculating that's my mind, I once was loved and once was kind, I gather strength and...
exactly "off the cuff", I wrote it a few days ago, but I thought I'd share it here as it has a theme in common with the last poem I wrote here.
I've been away from home for half an hour
Out of range
And all I can think about
Which is no different to any other half an...
very relieved, you said now you will always come back to me .
well A few years later I happened to run to far , I could not see you. where did you go? we where separated and I was scared, I was picked by By a stranger and left in a Cell. A black thing rubbed across me , "shes...
Don't fear. The alphabet has congregated and will now appear. I know, I know. With words like this I just doesn't seem fair. But let's get one thing clear. Me plus words equals a love affair. True.
Debate sure but by God you better concentrate. Because when people can't follow...
Like little childen skipping off to school, hand in hand clasped firmly in place.
This is how you make me feel.
Like a breeze scented with Jasmine on a well moon lit night.
This is how I feel you.
A Solitary candle with a flame of no tremble
This is how I see you,
A dove of...
I celebrated Mother's Day with my wife by taking her to Victoria's Secret and forcing her to spend $250 on underwear.
Now THAT'S poetry!
I even got to pick out one of the pieces.
Although, it's rather silly... because as soon as I see it on her, I'm only going to want to rip...
Put meh panties on inside out..Forgot meh deoderant..I stink wiffout a doubt..It's enuf to make a gurl rant..But I'm stilla smilinJust a happy lil fartSittin here justa chillinWritin this piece of... art.
Elements, also comment, would you read my book? and no, it is not religious. Sorry. But anyways, here you go.
Out of the Fire
Into the Sky
Out of the Dark
And into the light.
A hero promised by the starlit heavens
Evil promised by Hell
There was the wings, dark and high
since ive read some but ive always like the "how do I love thee" style of mockery.
Although its dark, it didnt quite fit in any of the dark poetry experiences nor did I want to make a catergory for dark mockery.
But it almost fits here, as its a off the cuff poem unedited and...
Better listen. Like Jesus on the sermon on the mount. I am about to give an account. Put together words in large indefinite amount. So if you can't follow you might need cash in your savings account. Because we about to travel and there is going to be some entertainment on...
do you hear the angels sing?
the rain i hear
the sun is near
my eyes are open still...
i cantot think of one good reason to fall asleep.
my dreams are not excuse to ignore such broken wings,
angels fall into the screen, moonlight is not bright enough to let them see..
Dreams sift in and out like sandrunning through my fingers...slowerFasterSoft, gritty, lightCould there beas many dreamsas tiny minisculespecks of sand?Trillions, flooding my head,at night, in day..Shrouded, or unveiled..Beautiful... wretchedYielding, flourishingEnraptures my...
the anything knot
a girl whose eyes echo nightmares
whose reasons stare down barrels
whose thighs spread
in spiritual spring
whose shadows curve like Sartres
the anything knot said
i see you in Van Gogh bliss and
chosing breathing chasing bulls...