I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
They said, "The most beautiful art is looking into someone's eyes when they talk about the things they love." And I said, "Or looking at someone you love. Or maybe, just maybe, by looking at the mirror is the most beautiful art anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
On a calm afternoon, a fox caught her heart This beautiful fox was wild and not tamed But in an instant she fell in love with it She then planned to tame the fox
She approached it ever so gently It was in the field basking under the rays of the sun The fox sat there so majestic And it bewitched her more
She sat beside the fox and said a promise no one could forget "I'll tame you my fox, with my time and consistency you will be mine" With all sincerity she have said that And she plans to keep this promise until the earth crumbles
The fox agreed and held on to the sweet promise of hers With all her love she will do anything for the fox to be tamed No hearts will be broken and no tears will escape the eyes For she took her promise seriously and it will not be shattered
**** you my fox I have poured you my precious time and love only for you to leave me because of my breakdowns. What a shame
In the morning of yesterday There were strangers talking in my garden, heads close together Intent on each other, in whispers I heard them say your name And the earth shifted a little...the season moved forward a little And I heard myself sigh like a dreamer
Harvesting hearts and marigolds The thief steals in when we least expect it, masqued and lithe Wanting an exploration of Souls Oblivious, if we’re generous But still the knife cuts deeply...the blade turns without intention And I’m bleeding out like a Madrigal
I loved you too much in the Mirrorfall I found you in the violin’s shadow Dust and star tears are my witnesses I love you My joy and my abyss
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It feels like my wrists are burning Blood is dripping down my arms My head keeps screaming I shouldn't of self-harmed. My mom is going to be mad. She's going to hit me again. Give me another bruise. Now my scars have some friends. Just wash off the blood. Dry off with the towel. Wrap up your arms. Go back to your personal bubble. Isolate yourself for another week little girl. Take you medicine. And jump off the hill.
Nothing is as lonesome as the night. The stars are burning dim, As the whipporwill calls. A tear streaks my face, as his call tears my heart. As the weight of the moon, Presses me down to the earth., I cry out for help, With a voice that makes no sound. The weight of the world, Keeps me pressed to the ground. The crickets chirp, And, The tree frogs sing. And above it all, I hear the whipporwills..... Plaintive call
i drift along the web aetherized and soporific my torpor tenuous and temporal i stumble upon a ripple that grows unraveling and i revel in its unraveling gyre as its descent enriches in the morning light delight in my dreaming drenching
P.S: I wrote this in the labor room while watching my wife give birth to our Daughter. It took me about 5 to 7 minutes to write till the second last stanza. I wrote the last stanza after seeing my newborn baby. My Daughter is my Universe!!
The way you stand The way you sit The way you secretly laugh for a bit You’ve been hurt You’ve been broken And yet your heart is wide open You think no one sees You think no one cares But that is really just not fair Because I see Because I do My heart is filled by just looking at you
Whether a comma, or colon: Punctuation slows my rolling I need no period. When I end no Capitalization when I begin Rulelessly I flow my art Not a single! Exclamation mark Are you not the one Who'll know? Where a question mark No longer goes
Warp the structure Bend the lines Put in repeat Let emotion unwind Make yourself Your poetry's the best Be your own ruler Pass your own test
Take your own road Where ever it leads Lover or hater It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim .
Hay No matter who you are You have my deepest respect!
Vanity All is vanity The meanings of passion The aesthetic expression The lines we draw and stay within Even love is beyond intent Vanity transcends Flowing from our pens And so we breathe again
Of course, you can go But I don't want you to Of course, I don't have to know But I feel I really do Of course, we don't have to talk But I will fall apart Of course, I will let you walk But it will crush my heart