Southeastern, GA, USA    1966 -   
"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that
without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.”
― Pearl S. Buck

© all poems are intellectual property of Neva Flores
"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that
without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.”
― Pearl S. Buck

© all poems are intellectual property of Neva Flores
  Reposted by Neva Flores Smith  ·  May 26

I don't want the power in love
I don't aim to be your master
Falling down all around
like so much well meant disaster

Oh, I never wanted a slave
I pursue a life less ruled
But if you walk without your chains
Perhaps we can make each other crazy

I'm just a human in need of suspense
no failures here, no dire need of gold
Just a falling down all around
a need for truth to be told.

Oh I'm no angel
nor aspiring demon
I'm just a human
in need of bein'.

If you walk, walk with me
I do not follow
but I will hold you
and drive you crazy

I pursue a life of me
where I want to go
and I don't want you to be
just someone to follow

I want a partner
friend, confidant...
I need a defender
and someone crazy

Someone crazy like
someone crazy about
someone I can be crazy
for and with and
forever.

  Reposted by Neva Flores Smith  ·  May 25
Tate Morgan

These scars I wear each tell a tale
of moments I'll never forget
When loves spark, had once left it's mark
and the fates had called in their debt

Where I fell upon a bottle
cut my arm and nearly bled out
I hit my head, thought I was dead
learned something of what life's about

My legs torn by years of abuse
racing horses like all my kin
I'd go down hard, leaving them scarred
the limestone would tear off your skin

But these were offerings of note
in a life spent chasing ideals
Testing extremes, of my own dreams
run down more than once by the wheels

Son you can't live your life afraid
of each danger that comes your way
So play the odds, tempt the damn gods
rise up and face each new born day

When you are but old and feeble
with your grandchild upon your knee
Tell your stories, of life's glories
show him the scars so he can see

A life spent cowering from pain
will  leave you so aching inside
The gift you'd miss, from life's sweet kiss
knowing you never even tried


Tate  

© 2012 Tate Morgan
Written
October 25, 2012

Life isn't easy. It isn't meant to be. But sometimes, just sometimes we reach out and touch the soul of humanity making it all worthwhile
#love   #poem   #poetry   #sad   #life   #heart   #pain   #death   #adventure   #mystery   #romance   #story   #fantasy   #fiction  
  Reposted by Neva Flores Smith  ·  Apr 24
Tamera Brown

Sometimes my memories sneak out of my eyes
and roll down my cheeks  
These prisoners always find a way to escape,
When tension reaches its peak
Off into the night
Where everything I invision becomes bleak
Sometimes my mind doesn't follow my footsteps
and leaves my heart hollow
These prisoners derive themselves out of feelings that were ever so potent
But now..
I realize what chances are overlooked when words remain unspoken .


-Tamera Brown

For those who lie restless at night thinking of the missed oppurtunities
#love   #metaphor   #sad   #sadness   #tears   #crying   #please   #thoughts   #late   #new   #deep   #writer   #comparison   #prisoners   #meanings   #readthis  
  Reposted by Neva Flores Smith  ·  Apr 24
r
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Apr 24

Whispers
     in alabaster ears
words unforgiving, unforgiven
      year after year after year.     
Whispered secret secrets.

      Laurel leaved lies of liars
traitorously spilling wine while
      tear after tear after tear
shed and shredded truth
      cut sharp with guile.

      Cloaked smiles kissing
hands of befriended strangers
      in strange lands lighting fires;
fire after fire after fire
       burning hatred blind to danger.
     
 Sentried angry glowers guarding towers
      o'er ever changing landscapes of desire
 hour after hour after hour.
      Come little child, take to your lips
a bitter taste of this our power.

r ~ 4/24/14

  Reposted by Neva Flores Smith  ·  Apr 24
Bridgid P Newman-Henson

Bloom and grow, pale rose so fair, and when the time has come
let loose gossamer failing petal, and pass the morning's song
unto the day's new gentle light, and into time of worth
bear fruit for the new peradyme,in glorious new birth!

Neva Flores Smith
Neva Flores Smith
Apr 23      Apr 23

I love the way he looks at me
every time his heart feels
the night's embrace.
And my body desires to dance for him
until morning falls
upon his face

I watch him drink each hour
from a cup of moonlight ecstasy.
While my hands touch his skin
as a breeze...........
that whispers me.

The morning finds me holding on
to a cup
of memories.
My heart drinks them in
as Dawn.....
kisses me.

Copyright @2014  - Neva Flores Smith

I found it very hard to write a poem like this when I am not in love and it is not about anyone.....but I tried.
  Reposted by Neva Flores Smith  ·  Apr 22
Kurt Kanawa

underneath the blue ocean,
deep in god's eternal gaze,
inside a woman's emotion,
wandering the evergreen maze,

between a bird's beak and feather,
behind the ancient cellar door,
through seams of velvet and leather,
swimming the seas of salvador,

in the taste of honey sweet,
across the valleys of a face,
on the bottom of a lady's feet,
dancing on the clouds with grace,

beautiful worlds in beautiful words,
my true heart's pleasure,
beautiful worlds in beautiful words,
my true mind's treasure.

using all the words i think sound nice.
#words   #rhyme  
 
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