~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...
For Alexander. Wherever you are.
You were the light
In life you shined
Radiant and bright.
You could never see the beauty
The beauty of your heart
The beauty you brought
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...
In the land of poetry commentary, you will encounter those who take poetry too lightly, and those who take poetry too seriously. The former will give you no real indication of...
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...
You can't go back
What do you mean
You want to return to yesterday
Make wrongs right
Follow some long ago dream
Silly child wake up from your make believe
Today I had to cry
Like so many other days
When the vision of your face
Had looked me in the eye
As once it did before
When love was riding high
Today I had to cry
Like so many...
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...
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...
For the love of a seamstress
She tried on my love Like a new dress
The fit and the cut, made to impress.
Tried on my smile, so soft on her face
A show of affection, silken and...
~Once Upon A Blue Moon~
It was underneath, the bluest of blue moons
that dreaming was made possible, a reality to come soon
With the grace of an angel, he took another step
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.
This is prose piece I wrote a while back. It's called Reaching Zion:
Desires privately intertwined aching to be of one heart, one body, one soul, and one mind just as it is part...
'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...
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...
~Synthesis~ *A tribute*
I changed the setting, and slowed the tune
before i blew up, puff, a plume
So I'll slow the tempo, yes, way down
to 70 beats, and no more frown
There once was a man named Dave
He boned a dead which in a cave
She was missing a tytt and she smelled like shittttt.
But look at the money he saved
There once was a man from Nantucket
Who's Peter was so long he could suck it
He said with a grin as he wiped off his chin if my ear was a pussycat I would puck it