WHEN YOU WALK BY
When you walk by, you’ve got the look of love in your eyes. I’ve got a clear blue sky. I love you girl. You’re my
"I never started a poem whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering." - Robert Frost
When you walk by, you’ve got the look of love in your eyes. I’ve got a clear blue sky. I love you girl. You’re my
The ancient mansion groans with secrets unspoken, Shadows creep with chilly fingers. I enter; a cold clutches my spine; You are not alone; these walls
I have a neighbour upstairs, And they can be loud. At night, in the morning, How can one person make so much sound? They’re always
I was down, and I was blue. I didn’t know what I was gonna do. Then the light came shining through, when I found you.
….. of being alone, ….. of being me not being my own, ….. of having to seek, ….. of being strong and weak, ….. of
In the silence of a somber evening, when shadows elegantly move in the soft moonlight, An empty emptiness where a heart once flourished, I softly
A non-living thing, teaching lessons of life. A lesson of solitude, being ourselves, To confine to our crampled circles. Just like the social net made
A woman went into the woods,Though born in a city,Raised in a home,She can be found,Only where she found herself. Few go in with her,Fewer
Poem | Circus Metaphors on Life Up, up, up she goes, Flying across the sky beneath the glittery dome, Swinging from one man to another,
I made this video from one of my humorous poems I once wrote, describing how Humpty Dumpty felt about life throughout each of the year’s
Lives slip silently by. Who knows what’s Behind that hollow eye, In dark recesses Lie past successes. Gray heads bent Troubles for a time lent.
Today was the numerous time I acted once again like a beggar For a word from the person That I deeply love I looked so
There are days I have to be stronger These times I can’t bear stress any longer I want someone to tell me everything will be
May the night come upon us As we settle into our dream self Astral projection Into celestial spaces Or new found land Wherever it is
I start from here, the spiral of my DNA inherited through the blood, sweat, and tears of my ancestors. My roots are here, and I won’t uproot them despite all
“the calvary has arrived”scream the online sycophantsfrom behind glowing white screenstheir rhetoric littered withinvention and lies— they’ve mislaid too many “u”sto be Canadian a Trump 2024
Image by Author A butterfly and several friendsHave made their homes withinHow delicate their flutters feelAs they insist that I begin. Few signs stand posted
Ah, November Once again, our journey together is almost over But, you’ve been a very good soldier Like a night deer, You snuck up on
I think I held on/ too tight/ My bones broke/ beneath my skin/ It never used to be hard/ Soaked in sunlight, smell of citrus/
I can’t imagine a world without music. It would be a sad world without any songs or music in it. Music is the rhythm to
A poem about my addiction, yet the bane of my existence. Photo by Maria Orlova from Pexels You’re the fix that I cannot have,and that
What if I was fucking you? Picture this situation, non dairy cream on your lips, feel your breath, lying chest to chest, whatever you were
Strange, explicable hunger, wonder, sure you can get out and get hit by a greyhound bus, then pound by pound sell the remains of dust
Come little ones,To woods and hide,Don’t be afraid,You’re safe inside. Don’t look behind,Just walk on by,Plug your ears shut,Don’t hear them cry. They don’t love
I am dumb and Dahmer, leave the smart and Jerry to the farmer, I also pet only Doberman Pinschers and Pugs, shoot everything: semen, cops,
The affliction suffered has decayed the body Taking within, killing the inside slowly Once a warrior, now unable to stand Tightly holding on to dignity
You slipped out of my hands like water. Maybe it was because I am used to not having a grip over people and situations that
Thoughts relating to the demise of the steam train (in many countries). A short poem. Copyright © This Life’s Illusions 2022 All Rights Reserved Leave
Little things can make you happy in life. A smile from someone you love can brighten up your day. Your dog, licking your hand, showing
He lived alone on an island in a lake. His yellow cabin a cuboid anomaly in a sprawling flat plane of white. The lake had
We all start our lives with so much time. We spend it daily, until we get to the end of the line. Some of us
Three fish swim our streams, of knowledge, visions, and dreams. With rainbow scales and basalt eyes, knowing everything under the blue skies. One remains, and
I remember floating, though I am sure I was running, flitting from here to there unable to decide where to be. No one experiences FOMO
The melodies are playing our song Full of black in color Rich with shades of mahogany Smooth like ebony Sweet like the blackened berries In
Along dark rolling hills,Stained in battle kills,Stand men begging “stop”,As shadows swallow grain crop;A woman stares them down. They mockingly jeered before,She accepted their insulting
There’s a math problem that lingers, unsolved, a puzzle of numbers that twists and turns, its edges sharp, its center dark, like a riddle whispered
Under sterilized light, the scalpel shines. a tool for dreams gone terrible. Under the mask, icy eyes stare at you. At flesh and blood, through
Each person has their day in the sun, so to speak. But time keeps rolling on. You can’t stop time, no matter what you do.
I think we can learn somethingfrom our namesake geesethe way the strong lift the airfor the weak at the back of the line—their elegant V
Upward where the spirit moves, in overtures of pride –phantoms roam through sunken halls and live to harm the cried.Heavenly describes no pavements pure nor
I feel as if I’m free as a bird yet trapped as a caged animal To see if life is back, I pull away the
Everything you were was firsta part of me. You seeI carved your flesh from my flesh—all that life turned to hope—turned to death.And I held
She found out she was his bestie A world’s story of old The enamored friend accepts it When there is one-sided love Because she is
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I picked a lovely flower for you today. I placed a red rose on your grave. I thought of memories of a life spent together.
So many of us know the pain of losing a loved one. I write in empathy with you. Whilst everyone’s hurt is different, that we
In my heart, a garden grows, A verdant oasis, wild and unhurried. Where love and joy abide, And sorrow does not reside. *** The petals
On a daily basis, shapes are formed… loose, wrong. How long? How strong? We stand on the ground of a ruined foundation, divided nations, Life
Unimagined feelings rise from far above, the feeling changes, crosses through the sky like doves, when it’s right next to your throat, nothing is at
The butterfly gains its wings After being consumed in a cocoon For days or weeks on end What sacrifice must’ve been made To be turned
How many surfaces have I scrubbed clean? How much filth have I washed away in my day? I’m soaked and wearied from dirt and water,
I looked at his picture It was not so long ago I dreamed of Christmas He wouldn’t let me go Unfortunately, happened That I stood
Reflection You hide from A shy smile And yet I’ve captured What captivates me The mirror only tells Its secrets When you take away The
There’s a family around me. A child. Partner. Parents. People. And I’m in the same room as them, Kept at a distance. I’m smiling. I’m
Do you want to be a songwriter? Do you want to write beautiful songs that people listen to on the radio and other places? Do
My neighbors think I’m strange. I can tell when I watch them through my windows, while they look at me from the other side of
For so long, I have fought this never-ending battle To free most people and me from the loneliness and hassle Lately, it feels like a
A bridge a brake an alarm a knife, and a salve. I have been them all - a symbolic life. My function born, connectingstoppingsoundingcutting - In all - meIn time - allIn me - time Yes, naturally, I persisted -
I am the mirror of your life. I see what you see when you look into me. I look back into you showing the world
Where were you When I found myself drowning Caught in the riptide of Unpopular opinion? My only crime Being who I am Walking my particular
A woman’s life — consumed with self-hatred,exiled from her creative source —wasted beauty and passion.Soul— lost to guilt and shame.Reclaim your birthright —shine endlessly,banish fear
Here are some limericks for your entertainment… ——————————————————- The elite work hard and they toil, To pass off as other than a boil, lie as
Two souls Colliding in the dark of night. only knowing the other but by their blinding light. The Souls dancing To their song. Never really
In this day of conflict, when darkness approaches, Amidst the mayhem, where lilies had once been a blossom, A gloomy thread of terror intertwined our
Now he unfolds silk upon her cold, cold grave. He is giving her the dresses that her young heart once craved. While she was living
A brief motivational poem, a reminder to myself and others for the difficult days which we all experience. When your silhouette falls like a shadow
When did it start? Me standing here and taking it? Their words firing off without warning. Piercing my heart and character, leaving me with no
Some frogs seem to be louder than others. This poem was inspired by some particularly deafening ones which dominate a memory decades later. *** In
Autumn love, a season of gold A time of change as stories unfold The leaves turn red; the winds do howl As love blooms, like
For those ‘creative’ solutions Image by Author When a problem appearsThere’s no need to fretThere’s no need for tearsOr even break sweat Though solutions may
When you first left me, I thought we were really through. But darling, I didn’t know I’d cry a river over you. There is not
Jumbling and rattling in the box, A jigsaw of you in your head, A life spent sorting; combining, A life spent stressed before you’re dead.
I walk a shore,Stretching for miles ahead,But with a start and end. I leave footprints behind,And step into ones before me,Walking straight with no bend.
A Narrative Poem The sky was the bluest of blue on the day that I met you, Sapphires pale in comparison to the color of
I will never sleep again. There’s so much I have to do. I tell myself this every day, and now I’m telling you. I will
Solitude governsA day made for contemplation,Made gloomy byThe first overhanging cloudsTo mark the changeWrought by leaving AugustBehind, in the chronologicalDistance… An agitation, born of solitudeGovernsA
Tired… sat down at last from battles for the knowledge of Manchester, Newcastle’s pigments in the air, it always will be there, past modesty and
Dawn; blinds up and sun blazing, It’s time to die, just another workday. Dress up before the suit up, Walk out with the others and
I don’t think I belong, anymore Not in this house, on this road, in this town I was 17 when we came here Fresh faced,
The terror in those chubby little digits,The crippling, knee shattering glimmer,And the sorrowful joy conjured by that smile. As I hold you, and look down
I’m a free range humanbound by all my debts, wandering the landscape,seeking hope to collect. People say it won’t keep me full,and maybe they’re right.
(Photo Cover Credit- Myself) —– I come home from the market, and I pass through a town that was once very lovely, but is now
Sometimes I have a dream To be in an epic love story Not in my age, it seems I am amazed of amour’s glory That
I made two steps forward Then, four steps backward The moment I open My tightly closed heart I meet indifference Or maybe is polite talk?
I am sitting down here Wondering why I feel I did not achieve A significant mile Of bragging experience My writing contest Is numerous village
It feels like personal prison, at the cage a guarding dog named Otis, seasonal change goes by unnoticed, no reason for’em, times and the rage
In the depths of my heart, a fire burns bright A flame that flickers with hope and light It guides me through the darkest of
Everyday I wait for the time to stop, so I could be, so I could see what it’s like, I’m here present, but simultaneously I’m not,
There is a man without a head, high on a hill. Is he a spirit or is he real? Nobody knows what to say. They
A poem about the loss of a father, capturing the depth of emotion, memory, and the journey through grief You left so quietly one day,
“For those who possess strength and intelligence, heroism and humanity, and the potential to run both a country and the culture, the International Guild for
The blonde in all her confidence started to strut towards me Her eyes full of lust & love, wanting her body to be devoured As
Sometimes ignorance is the only way to stop a person’s self-destruction. It shows concern from the one-sided crush toward the ignored person. That way, every
society is lulled asleep Everything has been so easy the dagon doesnt have To wait long to devour us in our sleep Now dragon rumbles
Tick tick tick tick,Tick tick tick tock!Goes the clock,On the wall!Tick tick tick tick,Tick tick tick tock!Never takes stock,Of us all! Tick tick tick tick,Time
Depression is invisible. No one sees the darkness permeating, invading the deepest corners of my heart, mind and soul. No one sees the darkness poisoning
Tingle in the skin, Happy in the night for once. The ocean in a glass warms the heart, And unleashes the mind, Thankfully. Take more
Once again, I am ironing The clothes of self-pity That ripped away Between expectations It is time they to end Imaginary manifestation Of actions unshown
Here in my hollow I sleep Alone I have been Hungry I have been Whores Liars Cheaters They all are And I am forgotten They
Hollyhocks formed — pretty little dolls.Lemonade, brimming with sugarSilence stares at you and me.Perplexing connectionof familial ties —reinforced truth:separatenessdefines us. My mother’s parents were strangers
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