I Write Poetry Because That Is What I Do

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    When I post a poem here it is,

    by some, assumed that the poem is about me or my life. That is not always the case. I strive to understand and experience the human condition. So, although the poem may convey lots of meaning and be emotional, it is not always related to what I am feeling at a particular time or...
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    2 Responses Jan 14, 2015

    Wolfsong For Mollywoppy

     that day you were going to leave me I sat and wept, I sobbed, my tears stopped up my eyes then I looked at you and i knew you were my life that i would not let you go and turned my face to yours the words were always in me, my darling love, Now, was the time to...
    johnnyjohnnyjohnny johnnyjohnnyjohnny
    26-30, M
    Feb 9, 2009

    Sound Of Color

    hush ...silence your tongue...what was that gentle sound I thought I just heard? It came just after a rain shower...I thought I just heard a rainbow Sounded like crinkling crepe paper, or perhaps light piano keys from behind a closed door - colors really can speak
    relcychoho relcychoho
    46-50, M
    3 Responses Jun 20, 2011

    I Ve Wrote A Song!!! Please Do Comment And Tell Me How Is It :) :)

    best place on the earth!! verse 1: wereva yo're wid me is the best place on the earth i feel like lyk a paradise! yes!tat's wat i cal a paradise!! yo'l neva kno how i feel wen i'm with yu wish tha same you feel iside!! pre-chorus: baby yo're th air throu i breathe.... and i...
    poojabhatt poojabhatt
    18-21, F
    1 Response Apr 12, 2012

    What Touches Me

    more than love and life and death the revelation that my name has hung upon your breath when you and I were close; as close as close can get And no more thought of other lovers, Other than regret, That I had spent some life with them As you I had not met.
    johnnyjohnnyjohnny johnnyjohnnyjohnny
    26-30, M
    Feb 10, 2009

    I Write This Now

    Not all things that do not make sense are stupid, I broke the wing of the South wind in my ignorance, The twelve stones in my breastplate were not mine, Beneath your yoke a laboring giant was sleeping, How well you joke and fiddle to the sound of weeping, Know you, in your old...
    johnnyjohnnyjohnny johnnyjohnnyjohnny
    26-30, M
    1 Response Feb 7, 2011

    Depends Upon My Mood!

    When I first came to EP, I seemed to be able to write poetry at the drop of a hat. Some good,some so so,some realbad. But the words came freely. Today, I can't write at all. I have just not been in the mood. I hope I get that mood back soon, I still owe a few people some poems...
    AnIrishwarrior AnIrishwarrior
    56-60, M
    Mar 12, 2012

    LIP GLOSS She’s making up

    for lost time. You watch her flit between the mirrors and the boys, slurring drunken kisses between the lines, she was prettier before, you surmise. Now she laughs easy, but it isn’t real, you remember the tire-tracks and the shrill of nightingales and the rain. She’s...
    roadkillkitten roadkillkitten
    46-50, F
    Feb 26

    I Never Thought I'd Have to Let You Go

     I never thought I'd have to let you go, It took so long to find you and in that finding was: Life's promise to meet my match, But, here's the catch, I destroy you everyday we are together And, more when we are apart, So, cloaking myself in pain, Covering my skin in...
    johnnyjohnnyjohnny johnnyjohnnyjohnny
    26-30, M
    1 Response Feb 23, 2009

    In the Big Dip

    Certain broken promisses remind, questionable fears abide, Perfunctory courtesy slides, Dim stares sheath the eyes, The wheels of existance grind, Deadline dates expire, Eccentricities of time Devoid and multiplied, Old grief, old pain is fire, Hope left foundering in...
    johnnyjohnnyjohnny johnnyjohnnyjohnny
    26-30, M
    1 Response Feb 10, 2009

    So I Don‘t To Talk To Myself

    All (my) verses...or almost all, beyond the quick tip on the keyboard has the company of tears, as sharp as the last glance, as passionate as the most desirable kiss or as happy as the sweet laughter of a child.From all that I live, little I used to believe, a lot I have survived...
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    4 Responses Dec 1, 2012

    Though I Am Dust

     Though I am to become dust That part of me which was my heart, Having been loved by you, Will somewhere become air And in a soft breeze Will make someone smile, not knowing why.
    johnnyjohnnyjohnny johnnyjohnnyjohnny
    26-30, M
    Feb 26, 2009

    Poetry In Motion

    Poetry is like the ocean Poetry in Motion Poetry is like a potion Poetry in Motion Poetry is like an explosion Poetry in Motion Poetry is like some soothing lotion Poetry in Motion Poetry is a form of devotion Poetry in Motion Poetry represents emotion Poetry in Motion
    expressomarkie expressomarkie
    1 Response Feb 11, 2013

    My Poem, Willing Slave

    Warm embraces, devour me, sweet emotion, overpowers me, the flesh and the bone, the body the soul chain me to your love I'm your willing slave, torture me with kisses and make me helpless with your touch take my breath away make me lust tease me with your affection make me yearn...
    June30 June30
    26-30, F
    3 Responses Nov 20, 2010

    ODE TO A GNOME I’m falling without

    wings hands outstretched, reaching toward nothing, no one hand to grasp, to catch, to hold. The long stretch-shot in slow-mo t-i-o-n, hair whips into my eyes falling, without wings, fat little kiwi, brown, nondescript. I’m clawing for the ledge a foot above my head, but each...
    roadkillkitten roadkillkitten
    46-50, F
    1 Response Feb 22

    The Barbed Wire And The Glass

    Is this where where eden has become? A spoken word a curse a thought a crime? I see mine own flesh cleaved from my bone and all the while an empty throne where once a ruler sat the donkeys braying and rats grown fat my sinews drawn into my noose and from my skeleton an axe how...
    johnnyjohnnyjohnny johnnyjohnnyjohnny
    26-30, M
    Feb 7, 2011
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