Their Limbs Were Not Enough - Sometimes in the late hour,
When mist comes out to greet pavement
We find that we are not
The grand statues we thought we were,
Memory's Ice Cave - I've made it
Down atop my head
Had me running from ends to ends
Just to find food to be fed
I've came through
And viewed the clouds of pain
A La Recherche Du Temps Perdu - Youth, they say, is wasted on the young.but how we ageing malcontentssquander our supposed wisdomin consideration of what was! Now, it seems, I...
The Quiet Ones - It's always the quiet ones
With puzzled eyes and
That make me want to
I can't resist the challenge
The riddle of why
Space - The swords of which my name is none for the feel is nothing existence is nothing for the purpose of living has yet to be. The space of everything has yet to be and in this...
Life, Death, Love ,hate - Breathing, Hearing, Feeling, Tasting
We all do it
We all love or hate it
Sometimes we fear it
Breathless, Hearless, Feelless, Tasteless
A moment of shyness, and a little gulp
I stared into her reflection..
and found her,looking into my eyes..
Poetry For Me - Poetry is a part of my soul
Words constantly flowing, swirling within and around me
As I'm walking down the street, or when lying awake in bed
Any time day or...
She has eyes of the darkest nights..
A little wildness,and a coy smile..
A tempest,she is,in a vial,of hardened glass
A few steps away,but a thousand miles apart.
Just Another Blue Lady - It is a rainy night
and i didnt see her
but I feel the sprinkle
as she shakes
her cool cyber coat
and see her
rakish 50s hat
On The Road To Bree, - I came across the
bringing to town
a gorgeous Sonoma Rose
I never saw anything
and I had to stop
Consistently Confused - Salivation at your sight, how can I delight in
admiration?, so unlike me, gorgeous cannot
Broken- Hungry to make you pay for my heartbreak
Angered at how you tortured my soul
Trapped by feelings of betrayal and rage
Released by the thought of your happiness
COLORS OF THE RAINBOW
Purple as the haze that surrounds us
Blue as the sky over us
Green as the grass under our feet
Yellow as the space between us
Orange as the sun that warms...
Tired Of Dog-eared Doggerel? - A lot of people think they can write poetry when they can't. At best, they can contrive to make the lines rhyme, roughly within an acceptable...
Fodis - My mind fills, bitterly upon
Lessons learned, through homework
My back aches, long forgotten droughts
Measly and insignificant signs, point the way I came
Lost am I? Aching...
Grace - Apples falling from the trees
cardinal moments, gravity
Standing with his sign; smile
He knows secrets, I'm coveting
Infinitely changed, blinking...
Wasted Times: Are you the one in your wasted times?
Counting days ,spending hours
Seeking peace but wanting pleasure..
Are you the one in your lost years?
The Cry For Mercy - They crucified me in the name of ChristBecause they didn't understand their own religionAnd the havens would shed tears forMercy for the oppressed and the...
Sin is my gift
My one true love
The hurt is all I know
I know you care
I know you love me
But I know not how
or to love...
Grown Old - I have seen better days.
These feet, this skin, my smile
have all known brighter sun,
been in better moments
and loved with more heart
then I even have...
I Give, And Give. - So much heart ache n hard times have I been through..So many nights do I lay awake in bed..wondering
about when everything will makes sense again. I used to...
you wanna see the darker side of me?
the one that no longer bleeds?
It is my strength
the devil inside of me
the truth behind my yellow mask
it thrust for...
This is probably my favorite kind of poetry.
This house is no longer a home
No it is a steel death trap and I'm the unsuspecting prey
To truly be myself I am deemed guilty as sin
Bedrooms are not meant for sleeping...
Steampunk Efficency - a perfect puzzle
gears sliding into place and moving along
switching positions to perfect productivity
you develop and ensnare
I Walk The Line, My Line - When the darkest of places blocks out all vision
you will see, mind creates from world so blank...
Similar Father... - I had this everlasting yearning one time when I was growing up, that I'd meet the father I never knew.. someone who looked like me, or rather, someone I looked...
Sitting in the drivers seat.
All I see is headlights.
The heavens above me.
tomorrow has to be better than today
tomorrow has to be better than today was
tomorrwo has to be better than this
tomorrow can't hurt this bad
tomorrow my heart...
For Scott... - The days have come
and you where there
Days have come
and I have been trying to be there
We don't know how
to fix whats going on
but through it all
Death's Love - In death am I caressing you, my heart forever goes out to you but you are gone! Seeming from your death it harbors in me a terrible abhorrent, repeating thought. Why...
Screen Of Consciousness -
There are screens and screens,
and some reveal more than they hide.
How is it that you come to be reflected
Here Again... -
Here I am again (one last time)
living in jeans that are to small,
in a life that is to big.
The rebound...trying like hell to be more.
I couldnt possiably...
Oops - I try to write
poems that dont rhyme
but I dont have the knack
to stop in time
Cairliuw - my thoughts mumble
I am chided, stalled
an ebb and flow unmatched
a process I cannot put away
the ever growing foundations of the world
this reality does...
It's Crazy How Well It Can Still Flow - I've never been good with the rhymes. I admire rappers, especially free-flowing type for their ability to rhyme. Yet, I know poetry can go...
Aoruel - a glimpse to the keyboard
music filling my ears
and I view these keys
black and white
smudges among the clean ones
little to think of
like summers gone by
in memory I...
Time - I'll use this opportunity to inject a little rhyme-less poetry:
Time had bludgeoned him --
replaced his youth with fragility.
it trampled him,
and spat in his face with...
A Few Poems -
This is going to have to go beyond the arts of poetry
To the soul
or would have to go
behind all of you mask
past your pain
into your broken heart...
This Is A Poem I Wrote After My Boyfriend Dumped Me - Okay, I usually don't share my poems, but since no one knows me here I guess I can share it, Tell me what you think please...
Alocaus Nuin - Crossing this bridge
through this twilight,
beset by unknowns as to where it is headed,
such a thing gives glimpses,
like perpetual feelings of closeness,
Why me why me
I'm the only one around who like what I crave
Why me why me
I'm the only one around who demands what I give
Why me why me
I'm the only one around who justifies what...
Longing - I still Long for her touch.
I cannot Own her heart.
yet I recall Vividly her words.
our love is of a Evil fate.
this was a Hindrance to her.
I can only try Easing her...
You would dance for me.
Midnight, tequila, music just a little to lound.
Rounded belly and gypsy sway.
Twist of your arm
move of your hip just so.
Beatitudes - Trite hackneyed cliche
often come to play
for the simplest
There's a finger
of truth inside
the simplest cliche
like you are in me
and I am in you...
Cross roads. I stand at the cross roads.Whenever I reach my destination,The journey does not end.A new goal is set And I have to start All over again.I wonder when This journey...
Waiting To Travel - Waiting to travel,
I came upon a
tossed in the
A little attention,
There is nothing like an itch
at the back of your mind
that something is wrong.
Like your mind screaming
for you to turn back
right before you ask someone out
Or your gut...
The cold blade against her skin
The cold blade against her skin
Makes her feel like she's living. The blood dripping on the floor
She wants it to drip even more
The cold blade...
I know it says "I love to write poetry" but I don't write it. I would love to but don't know how. Is there anyone who has written poetry and can give my advice? Please & thankyou...
This feeling I have
this feeling i have, it doesn't feel right.
this feeling i have, keeping things outta sight
i know who am i, what i'm capable of
then again why do i slack...
I'm not even comfortable being around my cousins and aunts/uncles. I feel like they all hate me. I practically never see them anyway, which makes it a bit awkward when the family...