Just one glimpse of how your hair lays across the pillowcase
and I find myself breathless
tears sliding their way from the corners
of my blessed eyes.
Yours are closed.
Locked away in some velveteen slumber
You lie still
as I wrap myself around you
Closer and closer...
The layers surround her little world
a world of pain
pain penetrating her layer by layer
penetrating her innocence
innocence never known by her little world
Known as life to her
life that she has always struggled to love
always feeling cheated
feeling within layers of her despair...
What do you feel when you're alone?
Not a speckle or sparkle nor barely a particle,
No single wisp or eyes upon,
Places left or future gone.
With no judgment of actions or words or faces,
How do you act with no one to occupy these spaces?
Does red water spill over your...
but songs usually do ... I've published 7 books of verse (+ a couple of novels) in Australia, but I've only ever written 2 poems that rhymed. Yes, they were both very successful performance pieces. ended doing them as talking blues.
but, to the point:
Ghazal to the beloved on...
When will you learn to take each moment as it comes without faltering.Whining at what it might turn out to be.Your lack of trust is a great handicap, and it is organically tied with your inner wealth. Which turns out to be dust and ashes.
as poetry has such little to do with ryme, and has everything to do with the interaction of both the poetry, and the pros. in many different combinations, depending on which dynamic of poetry is at play in that particular poem.
Show me that this great love is not a lie.
Read my thoughts and hold my hand.
Tell me we’re still in Wonderland.
Touch me with soft finger tips.
Feel my heart against your lips.
Here I stand alone in the room.
Seems as I’m in love with the moon.
Your heart and mine were...
Swirling blue neuron's get crossed
I can no longer breath
click click click click AHHHHHAHHHHH.
Its slowly kills my soul.
a yellowish death stole so much of my life.
Greed is what I can compare "it" to,
nothing will ever heal my wounds,
that nice blue sky eye
was replace by...