She stood still in the dark, listening silently, restlessly, the echoes of her hear beat that made her capable of living again.
She sat against the hard wooden floor - her body...
Smoldering fire of hearts desire
Longing for release
Dancing beneath a winters moon
Words are meaningless
Tonight I see the truth
The holes in the hopes
The whisper of the wind
Calls me back into the wild.
I long for days remembered
For the wonder of a child.
The smell of wood smoke drifting,
I have to concentrate.
This is important, this poem.
A poem about poetry.
I have to do this, I CAN do this.
Oh, look, a butterfly!
The Flashing Light
The flashing light in this small town tonight,
Reminds me of ancient days.
Jagged memories, jolting image,
A little broken boy lost to hope.
I wonder these...
Let's Go Camping Again
Fallen leaves swirl in the air
The wind has gained a bite
Twilight comes to pay a call
The end of day's in sight
The flames of camp are flickering
She told me, she felt like a failure.
That the years had passed her by.
And the life she had lived, was in vain.
For all she had gained, was pain.
With nothing to show, for...
I don't blame you for seeking love through other outlets.
Love hurts sometimes and yes I know this now.
Maybe I didn't love you right or maybe it's not my fault...
Sorry But ...
Sometimes I do wish it was you and I not you and her. Sometimes I wish I could call you and tell you how my day is going. Sometimes I wish you would ANSWER but I...
Cosmic Dust United
I met you on a rocky path,
A village on ancient olive slopes,
A collision of the universe,
Destined since we were dust.
Many winters cold and gone,
These bright white walls have blinded me, for all I can see is catastrophe.
The days seem endless, here in my cell.
All I wished for was some help.
They tell me I need medicine,
Here I lie
Feeling your fingers caress my face
My insides are aglow with the beginnings of hope
I'm content to lay here basking in the warmth of your touch
As I listen to your...
Every day, I hear them
Into my head they creep
Where they spill their poison so deep
Every day, I fight
To turn my back and walk to the light
I know that they aren't right...
Daddy, please know there can be no you and I
Please think about that before you lie
You risk a lot, the price may be to great
Yet all you want is a date
Times have moved on
I think a lot about that weekend when I was with you. It brings a smile to my face when I think of it. I know I should have let it go by now but I struggle at times...
Daddy, There are things about me
Things you'll never know
Feelings I can never show
The hardest was stepping back and watching you go
Please take the joy of having you so near...
Daddy, I've tried so very hard
To find sense where there was none
You see, in my head, there was always a you and me
I know you are gone now
Two years since I last saw you back...
A DREAM OF JAQUELINE ANDTHE SUMMER OF ‘52In sleep we did love, that night we chased a million stars held in our hearts, with warm embraceOnce we did touch, I stroked your...
Some days aren’t like the rest
And Sometimes I regain that bounce in my step
Then I realize all my struggles are just a test
I find peace in my thoughts and in my mind
I know my words don't mean much.
There is not much I can say.
You are happy now,
I notice every day.
I'm careful with what I do
I dare not want to wreck it
So that is...
Love is a little tough
When the life you know is rough
Days and nights both the same
Just filled with pain
One thing you have to see
Is fear bought the change in me
And caused me...
“You really must read,” my tutor has said,
But ‘things’ always got in the way.
“Pick up that book,” his voice would command,
“You must read a chapter a day!”
So my most recent post was considered 18 and up, despite featuring no s)x or swearing. It forces me to realize how graphic the nature of my writing can be. I am a sadistic...
The day I flew you to Howarth
Wing'd Angel of Poetry
You followed willingly.
Through the wet winds of the Moors
The strife of a life a World...
Written one afternoon when my angry daughter, once again told me that I was dead to her. Things got better after a while, but she periodically decides I'm dead to her.
Windy days are best of all
They help to cool the heat
They stir the leaves upon the ground
Make them dance to a happy beat
Children hurry on windy days
I Died Today was written in memory of a young man named Errol who sadly took his life a few days ago - I've written it in the hope that someone who have never had to fight to live...
He built her up
To watch her fall
He used her body
Didn't care at all
He took and took
til not a thing she could find
She had nothing left to give
He had even claimed her mind
The future of the past.
I have to remember, when I am deep in battle.
And the odds are against me, not to get rattled.
To stay pure of heart, and clear of mind.
When I fight with...
John Tan 2
By: Cierra Leonard
Written: March 1st and 4th, 2015
I miss you terribly
As I write this I have no way of knowing
If you will ever get to read it
The day is nearly at an end
Yet the memories of you keep on coming
To beat me, just like the sun beat down on me.
I see you in my mind's eye
Smiling your first smile,
Know that much is out of control
My whole life's on hold
Nights spent dreaming of you
Days trying to figure what to do
Walking the fine line
Between this life and the next
Poetry has always been a way for me to express myself.
My poems used to be lovey dovey and very sappy but I got bored with those styles.
I adore macabre poetry. Edgar Allan Poe...
A New Day
Sadness like a heavy weight
Dragging my soul downwards
Making me doubt my worth
Making me accept the unacceptable
Pitiful, time wasted
So much joy, lost
These days, all the talk's about the recession,
But it's nothing new
I've already been through one
When taking my NVQ
Some say I shouldn't complain
For I had a qualification to...