"I never started a poem whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering." - Robert Frost
Sorry, no worries, it’s just that, I’m doing someone else’s job, Serving someone else’s time, Sleeping in someone else’s bed, Playing someone else’s tune, Taking
picture, if you will, a box— this will be quite hard to explain— a fairly large one, cardboard-made that more or less could house a
You don’t have to go to a fancy college to get a good education. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t go to college if you
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
The railway here has no station, no tracks or trains in sight the remnants live in extirpation from their prior life. In its place, a
A light-hearted, playful poem and a reminder of one of the joys of having young children around! This is the tale ofWhere you have been;It’s
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
Are you lying to me or just having fun? That is something that never existed. I used to see you as my shining sun. Are
Learn to swim in the Atlantic, And you’ll see, There’s not a single drop. No waves to hold you up, No tide to help you
At the stroke of midnight, when all is still and shadows sway and secrets hide, Placing more than simply reflections in its silvery grasp, the
Don’t leave me, I’m begging you in vain, what has happened to us, it’s been insane, what’s causing pain? The reminder in the mirror, the
(Photo Cover Credit- Myself) —– When I changed who I was, I could fly just as high as an eagle, with my all-seeing eye. Or
I immersed myself deeply into river streams, took in the breath of mountains and got lost in the winding labyrinth of tree roots. I saw
Will you be soft, Graceful and tender, In touch and patience? Please; be kind, Sombre, slow, and loving. Let me mistake you, For a friend
I saw you somewhere before. You are like that white female wolf prowling in the glade of snow. Across the frozen lakes, in uneven debris
What can I say? What can I write? Summer’s promise lost its way alone now, in the dark night. Midsummer’s over, too. I know you’re
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,
Thought it was really over so many times before. But it wasnt ever really over, We always came back for more. after so many
There are owls that go to bed Sooner than I do, some nights I struggle to quiet the thoughts in my head As the owls
Should you ever gaze at the silent stars above and they begin to blink off one by one by wondrous one, do not be alarmed.
Rejected, Dejected, Isolated— A volcano has erupted in our snow globe world, Shattering all the magic in it. Now I am trapped in a cold,
a void is a void (is a void a void?) how about avoid? (haha) but seriously, though, is before a beginning the same as after
It seems like the world’s gone mad, but that’s not exactly true, it’s the elite that made it bad, and their target is you. The
That magical moment when rain drifts on my window And I can feel it on my skin, That magical moment when all is clear and
what would be the point of getting that all down. who would benefit, who would be impressed. not me, not you. maybe me. maybe for
Night could be crushed with the foot like a bug, when you fall asleep on the floor on the rug, But skies can’t be touched
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
Prose Poetry Their is beauty in both the Night and the Day. The qualities of both are on display everyday and every night. They take
Only minor keys in black and white for the bigger image portion, can the small river spread as wide as the ocean? Soaking in the
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
Sometimes a morning doesn’t begin the way we intend it to. This was one of those hairy starts! The photo is of the actual culprit,
It is a time of endless possibilities, A time of new beginnings and a new hope. Youthful exuberance lies abundance, You and I, together with
Raindrops, sliding off the windshield of the bus that’s tearing through the road in a damp summer air at 90 mph, looked like spermatozoa under
I went to bed with despair in my heart I woke up today with a twinge of fear I sent my son on a bus
Phantoms are known As the most handsome stealers To live on their own Blazing realities Or men that come for The most beautiful jewelry That
The essence of Charity.She never turned a soul away.The whole world she did call a friendSharing shelter and prosperity. Her home was never empty.Gathering people
Had I not been trying to satisy whimsy I might not have ventured out there to the brook. The stream took me up to some
If it is true your thoughts and dreams create your reality. What type of reality would you create in your life. Now at this very
We planned a pretty future. It was only yesterday. Two young hearts were parted and went a separate way. We lost a pretty future, don’t
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
*** Nature is so inspirational. Often I find photos online from some very talented people whose eye allows them to capture something so touching with
Music heals, marching kills, realism is over with, Try to deal with and conceal evening thoughts which murderous, Beg for start from the beginning, what
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
Polite, in the right mood, the inside breeds the wrong brood, deeds are hectic more as a corrected skeptic, Asked about the future, but it
I’ve got an ear for every sound, a city far away, lost, empty inside only a ghost, stepping his feet on the ground, Trying to
I am hardwired to self destruct I am hardwired to self believe I am hardwired to self sabotage I am hardwired to self help We
Morning is the time for stress, evening usually good for sex, one subject replaces the other, slow graduation from son to a father, misery makes
Nothing moves save for a butterfly, A whisper at the tip of its wings, Breaking the stillness of the night. Clouds part for the moonlight
Children we gave away We couldn’t let them stay How many families keep them hid To the coffin and no lifting the lid. Even if
Can I stay, And die amongst the forgotten? Can I live my seconds, Amongst the decayed and rotten? There is no place for me, Where
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
An Acrostic Poem Everyone would be surprised if they knew about us, Neither of us had the power to stop it. Charming, kind, warm and
It’s morning, early that quiet, still time before the world stirs and I’m sitting on our blue couch in the living room waiting for my
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
Every man or woman has dream within themselves, to reach a goal in life, while there is still time left. They want to find an
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
This song is ABBA’s cover, but I like Ville Valo’s voice better. He is a man I respect deeply, and I admire his lyrics and
Just like that Spring is over and summer has come. Fallen blooms brown crushed on the ground Spring has death, too, in a
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
There is an effortlessness to who you are that you cannot capture. No hacks or morning routines — no filter or chant will call it
Little blossom, the world is dying but there is hope. Sitting in the car on a forever trip from a polluted cesspool of trash piles
The moss draped over the immortal stones, Sitting upon another council. Their guests today were a mother and son, In amongst the heavy, hilly woods,
With swords drawnThey dance around the point.Once friends, now enemiesOne begins to speak. “You never needed second chances,But while I was winning breaking lancesYou were
A Christmas Poem for Children (and Everyone Else) A pointy hat and a pair of pointy shoes, Grinning from pointy ear to pointy ear, Stealing
After leaving there is only me and silence, correction it spells, I turn the blue notes in color, because I let them soak in my
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
On YouTube Full Lyrics “Need you now” Picture perfect memories scattered all around the floor I got another pretty souvenir in my heart’s store. Reaching
by author I’m not having a Martha Christmas time. But I’m not much of a Mary either. I’m reminded on a Sunday -Emmanuel- God with
A Poem (Nonet) They call it the most beautiful game And we were there to witness it. The Blue against the Orange, A surprising result
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.
Look out over your bed, In the nothing by the door, And you will find a chilling sight, The eyes in the night. They
People don’t understand things the same way. People have different educational backgrounds, and they come from different environments. They have lived different lives. Also, they
Written by a forgetful, wanting, neglectful, dishevelled human who yearns for good, and is thankful for a more religious, perfect constant. I hope this is
You can live a good life by being free to choose what and who you become in life. If you can choose your job or
I wish I was bold enough to stand up for my heart So when she came running I’d know how to slow down the tears
He grew up thinking that it was all fun. Thought he’ll have everything that he’ll ever need and was so trustworthy that sometimes he thought
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
Would you like to dance with me, in the air? A state of insouciance, a life without care. Leave a Reviewfeature0 Pros (optional) Type new
I know I am in love with him Of course, it is unmutual As an old schooler, when it comes to love affair I will
How do you live a good life? People will have many different answers on how to live a good life. But life is really what
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/
Welcome to Russia! From Russia with love! Ride my Matroshka, enroute to Rostov! Drink all our vodka, rub tits with caviar, I’ll get dancing bears
Nothing works, nothing goes, and the wind from south to north no longer blows, Life and time are taking their toll, the quiet feeling of
I found a new lover It is the parrot He fell in love from first sight But I could reciprocate him not He gave me
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
You can have a dream that will carry you through life. It will get you to your next day. You can dream of a better
I sit by the water — light dances across the crystal blue surface. I can “see” the sun — the heat “touches” my skin, but
Over the course of one day, a thousand of thoughts, time is restless, one thousand times you get hurt, Things can be bad, things can
Lyrics YouTube “Angels” I sit and wait Keeping my faith. Does an angel contemplate my fate When my life is at stake? And do they
A poem about escaping life. Here I am In a small town, In the middle of nowhere. “Excuse me, ma’am” I turned around. A young
Realization of age Between the false And pretty lies I found myself In neverending sorrow That brought me back To memories and lines I drew
Some say nothing is so wonderful as one sweet little smile. I felt it so doubtful Until it blossomed from your lips. An angel carved
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
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
How do you find your way in a lightless room?So dark — shadows fail to materialize. Hands outstretched, you feel your way to the door.
If I run, then let me run into oblivion far beyond what is feasible There isn’t anywhere for me here That can keep me steady
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
It is raining outside and it’s kind of gray, I’ve made a long trip and I’m here to stay, thought I’d do good but not
Time to say goodbye – Poem by Ellysa Greenhalgh. He stands up against the bar, his glass of scotch & ice lifted to his lips
Slim, sleek, and slender, Fiery, hot, and smoky, So easy to buy from the corner, And bring home to enjoy. People can judge, Saying it’s
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