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...
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...
NIGHTLIFE PART I
Spirits wander freely in the fresh crisp air of the moonlit night. Lost souls among us in our ignorant bliss going about our daily lives all the while they are...
imprisoned with the motions of her mundane existence
plummeting into endless turmoil masking her true desire
a shell a drone numb outside while her soul screams with undeniable...
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...
Cross their hearts hope they die.........
Cross their hearts hope they die
impale their bodies with the needles
Dismember their limbs from their bodies
Gut while they scream in...
I once read a poem in High School that inspired me to write this one. Some of the lines I took are from the other poem. This poem is a mixture of my words and the author I cannot...
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...
Terry Jacks wrote/sang "we skinned our hearts and skinned our knees." In that vein, and in light of my past stories, here's a poem based on my most recent experience -- falling off...
To kill a monster is to become the beast
And thus bringing to life what once was deceased
It is an act that deprives your purity
And yet it is referred to as maturity
How is it...
Corpse of lung – yet breath is let
A body set adrift
Rent brain aloft
I go against my will.
Unnatural, Hell's toll
The tragdy of the situation is as follows
For when I sit amongst the rest of you I freak out
Not myself I wander trying to find answers
I bump into a few that have watched my...
Patience & Passion
Contradictory, complementary and symbiotic, they go together
Patience can be spent coaxing shy turtles from their shells or
waiting till speedy rabbits actually...
I haven't given this a title (maybe you guys can help?). It's my most recent poem... I've only written a couple this year... trying to get back into the swing of things.
I think it's time to make the curtain call on what we have
Time to close the curtains and dim down the lights
I lay in this bed and wonder if it was even worth the fight...
Dreams of a golden morning dawn,
of paths that take us far beyond...
Beyond the worry, sorrows and woe,
where sparkling rivers swiftly flow.
Places where the sky is blue,
A multitude of nights
I've dreamt of you in my arms
Only to find clouded dissolutions in my mornings
As evening shadows near I know the stars, moon and waves are once again...
The Stars that pierce the night with brilliance of a thousand suns
The lighting that slices through
The inky darkness
The thunder that shatters a veil of silence
The rain that...
Hear my word
Songs of love you sing
Into the open blue
Songs of the sun
Chirp as you run
There was a leaf so green and soft,
its ends were covered with tiny little
holes where bugs had been feeding upon them.
But it's beauty was still present. I
I was alone at home for once and alone with my thoughts there I sat on the floor,
It's still dawn, coffee brewing, almost as it was 4 months ago.
I'm sprawled on the floor and my...
'A message from a stranger'
The taxi driver stopped outside the house on Roseneath
He waited patiently
A quiet lady entered the cab
He couldn't see her clearly she seemed...
(This one is old but I had it saved in my notes on my icloud)
Like coals ashes slowly burning to a dim spark, steady slow burn,
My trembling is making me sick, I can feel it in my...
Here's something from days gone by that I keep coming back to without hesitation or knowing I do it:
No time now you stupid fool
For pathetic attempts at soul connections
Where do you hide
Where do you hide when you're this empty inside
No nook or cranny to conceal
The feelings you pretend are not real
No way to save yourself from the...