I love to write poetry it's my way of expressing myself <3
~Short & Sweet~
I write poetry...
Oh yes I do
& to the world my thoughts, I love to spew
a poet, discovered, myself, who knew
it wasn't always, like it is now
words pouring out...
I love singing. I would sing anything I heard regardless if I liked it or not. If I can sing the key I will sing it. One of my favorite songs to sing is Shadow of the Sun by Max...
Hiiiii. I love singing :D I don't think I'm that good but I did a cover :P This is the link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3aHPeho2f7E I also attatched it for easy access xo ...
Where is the one, we cant seem to find. The one who never leaves, the depths of our minds. You dont know their name, or the looks on their face, but yet you still search, all over...
Waiting For a Train (photo Robert Doisneau)
We are waiting for a train to take us home
Will we find ourselves as happy again?
I can't wait to...
I Am What I Am #2
I am true. I may be a fake smile, but I am real. I have a
real beating heart that loves until it is forced to hate.
I admit that I do hate, even though it is...
Hear my word
Songs of love you sing
Into the open blue
Songs of the sun
Chirp as you run
As The World Rhymes:
A True Story of A Man That Rhymes
by: Rob Paquin
I've been rhyming a real long time. Hell, it goes all the way back to my formative years when I was writing...
Can you tell me now what it would have taken?
What could I have done to catch your eye?
Just a face in the crowd who’s sadly mistaken
Invisible. At least you can’t see me cry...
Time Is Precious
If fear was a crime, I'd be guilty of it everyday. So, instead I'll just write this rhyme, using words I'd never say...out loud.
My spine trembles, with an...
Oh Brain Oh Brain
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!
I love butterflies...
"The Man Who Wrote A Song For The Moon"
He wrote a song for the moon
with a feeling on his heart
and woman on his mind
He found the perfect words to describe
what he sees around...
Losing myself never was so easy,
Until I lost you
It's not your fault,
but it was mine
I pushed you too far away
Heard that I went off the deep end
You could say I took the dive...
Butterflies sing lovely songs not heard by human ears.
And bumblebees are in a rush, they have no time for tears.
Down by the brook a meadowlark strikes up a happy tune.
The sun is...
Deep in a quiet forest glade
A fairy circle stands
Mushrooms in a perfect ring
Where the fairies go to make plans
Queen Larkspur called for a meeting
To plan the summer's end...
Late in the day, sun hangin' low
Nothin's movin' an' nary a sound
Breathin' slow, my eye's kept closed
Waitin', an' I'm waitin' for the rain.
There's a woman, a woman...
"Young at Heart"
There is a nine-year old child;
With trapped mockingbird eyes.
Unrequited love pinned to heart's wild.
Her eyes polluted with amber slivers;
Springy sienna curls...
Before going into chat rooms,
to find yourself a mate..
don't think romance is all that blooms
and find your wrong too late.
Be careful who it is you trust,
don't believe all you...
I wrote this for you Wyesman.. lol
Is this poetry, or something else
I once was told, but have forgot myself
If you think that it, all has to rhyme
Go read the...
Undefined with royal laughter,
No set path or memories to gather,
Etched into a dampened day,
Beauty lost in the worlds way,
Among the withered, broken and...
Oppression Of Loneliness
Dust in wind of darkened skies,
Sunlight fading with breaking ties,
Under a single rock waits the endless time,
Thrown away like a petty crime...
just one more time
i will fly to the sun
before my time is done
it is a final song
but one that will be sung
i will sing for the meek
i will speak their silent speak
i will kiss...
Throwing a rock into a pond, usually the mark of someone wondering and thinking of existence lately. Such a way to embrace the reality of which you live in but it's...
The big night had finally arrived
Every parent in town was right there
It was the school's annual occasion
The Kindergarten Mother Goose Fair
Ms. Periwinkle had schooled her...
In every human's garden
Among the flowers hearty
An unseen fairy circle
Is home to magic parties
Where Unicorns dance in moonlight
While Pixies play on lutes
The Fairy Queen...
- The failure-
Mistake, repeat, then do the same
My life is one big losing game
Cut you up; cut up myself
Tear your dreams from upon that shelf
I am not the devil, nor a fake...
quarter to three am
in the rain
she is sitting on the bags
playing a vampire movie on the kindle
the screen lights her up
as she leans in close...
Reducing to a single point.
Burning and writhing
I'm tearing down creation like a disease.
Before all life
There is pain unfathomable
Before me there are horrors divine
This beautiful insanity within me cannot be tamed by an asylum,but I know that I'm unwelcome inside these walls though they call to me singing lullabies of misery.
I do a lot of freestyle writing that I depict as 'dark poetry' open your minds. Let me know what you think please
----- Interlude: food for thought
It's not always how you...
correct, and this one time my random poetry turned into a book lol... i believe i'm still the only one who actually love its content after spending some money for it XD
" why hurt yourself when you can express yourself through poems, wouldnt it be amazing when people gives good respond to your poem? "
That is what i said to myself when i started...
This is the rough-draft notes of a poem from the stream of conscious of my oldest kid, he's 11 and autistic. It can only be an attempt to understand his flow of thoughts and...
When i have to write a song
it will be for you
love of my life
love that gives redemption
love that leave all fear.
When i have to talk about you
I,LL TALK YOU SINCERE
The Calligraphy PenThere is a pen I like to usewhen my mind is flying with thoughts of younay...these are the times a pencil just won't donor a Bic, nor a laptop, nor glittery glue...
My professor asked us to write a terrible poem as an exercise to learn about how NOT to write. Gimme your thoughts on this. It's either really terrible, or actually kind of...
I am trying to craft love
But my fingers are broken
My hands are burned
I still smell charred flesh
From when I held her
When she burned too hot
The pen writes
But the ink misses...
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A story told of new and old
lives connected, then unfold
a man, a woman, not lovers yet
meeting by fate on the internet.
they share their fantasies as passion builds
I love to write poems...........
I would love to be inspired enough to write again, only this time it wouldn't be so dark. ;)