I don't claim to be a poet, though I sometimes write poetry, albeit poorly. I write what happens to be in, or pouring from, my heart and soul. This is for, to, and about, my best...
Write poetry has helped me process a lot of my feelings that I tend to suppress, especially since I'm more of an introvert. One of my favorite poems I wrote so far about a guy I...
I used to write poetry that strictly rhymed and flowed. I loved the lull of it when spoken. It appealed to my musical side.
I hated poetry that didn't rhyme, it just wasn't for me...
I write poetry because it helps me deal with stress in my life. It is a way to collect my thoughts and put them into a structure that I can then come to better understand . It is...
I don't have anything special to offer.
Hoping you find happiness.
Love you forever honey!
No matter what!
I ask that I'm left without the sight of you.
Because I must focus...
Shout out to my cheesy poetry
I think of you nearly every night
I picture our hands intertwined
And you lips meeting mine
I picture of the places we'll go
Reflecting on Summer
i'm sitting among the tangled roots of an old mountain pine….its trunk serves me well as a backrest as i look out over the cliff watching a mountain stream...
My mind got twisted in the hidden meanings of the words that you speak
I could hear what your heart is saying as my own feels so weak.
My eyes wonder as slowly I catch the...
by A. Leek
I decided that it's about time to just focus on me. To love myself unconditionally. I've not only neglected but I have been so abusive to myself. I have put...
I know this might seem obvious already, but I love poetry. It's one of the few forms of writing that I enjoy writing over reading. I used to do it as a kid, write out little rhymes...
God must have known there would be times
We'd need a word of cheer,
Someone to praise a triumph
Or brush away a tear.
He must have known we'd need to share
The joy of "little...
As we are born into a world , that seems like a blank white back ground. We over time develop a canvas to paint ,our words and ideas on . However as we add leaves trees and...
The moment I met you, my eyes filled with stars, my heart with joy.
The moment I woke, it was you... to my very last trail of thought in the night.
Everything felt surreal, like...
sorrow poisoned moon chained misery and grief stabbed and bleeding heartbreak is like walking death behind dim desolate Tear Stained eyes, no light shines no joy exists, kissed...
Lately, I've fallen in love with the form known as haiku. I've not written poetry in over 20 years, but sometimes I want to start again. So, here goes.
I found her at dawn.
MY DREAM FOEVER SHINES
UPON YOUR MOVEMENT IN TIME
MY LOVE FOREVER SHADOWS
YOUR SHAKING, SHATTERING GROUND
"I AM NEVER ALONE, I AM NEVER HELPLESS"
I AM ALWAYS HERE
Sometimes at night I look up at the sky and I think of you
I think why, why did I chose you
Then I think and then smile because the list can run for miles
The smile that drives...
I don't normally post my poetry on here, but this one was too personal to share with my friends, and I had to show someone.
Elicited by music
You and I were the little
The smallest minority
Believing in a future
Without an authority
We were the sun and the moon
Creating our own eclipse
Watching as the earth went dark...
I Adore Her Large NaturalsPlease don't call me shallowI like what I likeIf you think that it's wrongWith no offense,go take a hikeWe live in a worldWith billions of peopleThere are...
An old poem of mine..might make a song of it..
In your deep and velvet eyes I fell..
so long..that nothing mattered but your touch...
Nov 23, 2014 4am
Oh,my look at the time,
God it's 4 am,
And I haven't even closed my eyes.
What is wrong with me,
Why do I not sleep?
Is it the storm outside,
Or the one raging...
Let It All Go
Bring hearts broken
Unwilling to give
Not sure how to live
Turn fast away
And your heart you'll betray
Such bountiful treasure
I follow the dark songs of my heart, through the cold rain wet grass, led by the cold and coMfortless voices of crushed and tear-stained flowers, passing through the tall black...
locked forever in a silent scream my heart is a shallow grave where my lost love sleeps always with me like a breath lingering in the curtains following like a white and pale gray...
New York Camelot
(this was for my Grandparents' 50th anniversary)
Where my grandparents live,
the soft summer wind would sigh
In the breeze from the lake
Sometimes we’d collect...
This is my Moonlight Lullaby,
a song of Sorrow, Heartache, and Pain..
My soul can No longer Carry on,
without you near me...
This is a Moonlight...