You'll See Comets As They Fade Into Smiles On Familiar Faces You'll See Things In A Different Light And Visit Various Places In The Avenues Of Memories In The Aura Of Your Home When You Walk Into Your Mind When You Roll Away The Stone
Many thanks to all those over the years who have taken the time to like and comment on my page. All good things come to an end, Again thank you all, I wish you all the very best with your future writing.
Let it be by the winter storm that I find my worthy As I stand in your love that's undeniable Living in the freedom that you died for is my desire I stand in the grace that goes on forever In You I will rest and find peace You alone deserve the praise Jesus I surrender Lord as l sing through the night of your goodness to me
Can you taste Christmas on the winter wind watching the grey snow clouds gather smoke drifts from the tall, tall chimneys you can taste the kindling in the air
Heavy clouds break under the strain white flakes fall on the face of the red cheeked children excited as they leave school for the winter break later, snowmen gather in the streets coal black eyes mother’s collecting their vegetables off their sad faces as the children play on frosted fields
Silence gathers as golden light shines through the tired wooden windows night falls peace until the morning light brings more snow the children are barred until breakfast is done then the sky is lite with the voices of all the happy children playing
misshapen graceless beauty for a price i wanted to make it but i fell just shy much shy too high to buy your love but mine is here if you'd like for now i'll just die as another catches your eye i'm nothing if i'm not fine i'm nothing when your not mine
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)
His mug is pug With a born on frown He cheers me up When I seem down His mannerisms His demeanor An unconditional affair Affection is in multitude With which no human soul compares He cuddles He snuggles His attributes are rare He’s undeniably Excitable And I’m his biggest fan
Like spark my vision became As opposite as night and day. And were I looked was good My mind had turned around From the reflection spoken Too often knowing Blame and ruin didn't matter I had come to realize I've all I need. I've lived Now I see. I was getting only What my mind made for me. As I started feeling greatful To this world that gave life to me I began to be changes I could see my way to joy And prosperity came to me Not like a stream It is a crashing wave All that's good came to me Only love is all I am now Thank you world dear mother For all is good since the turn around
I’m here looking down on it all wrapped in a blanket a book lies next to me pages flipping themselves in the cool summer breeze inside are the sounds of life outside are the sounds of the questioning the air is filled with random notes fluttering around me like guardian angels I know why they’re here
darkness sat down next to me to keep me company we look at the flickering lights in the distance he tells me you’d do fine down there if you wanted to be a light surrounded by light but then he shifts his gaze the moonlight dancing through his being but you’d do great up there be a light where no one has dared to be and with that he left
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.
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
rainbow motion tongue painting the sky of my lips on the ground exists a pessimist his name crossed from invitation lists three decades spent amidst his failures, never more content each sad, wool cob web meant success for someone devil-sent.
insecurities fighting the robin thicke in my veins.
Would you like to see the world through my eyes? Take a painting One you adore And put a film of grey across it The picture is still there, you know it is But all of a sudden it’s not as beautiful And you just can’t figure out why
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
i do not sing the storm. i do not sing rage, wrath the lightning bolt, the scream. Despair i do not sing i do not sing struggle–revenge poisonous blast– the hurricane, the quake that tears the city of peace
i do not sing no border. i do not sing no flag i do not sing no warrior but she that fights all fear Poverty & sickness-night, the blade, the club, the trap blows, wounds, cries, lies, bursts & war-blood i do not sing
i do not sing despise for any thing or being i do not praise no richness no governors, no kings From all this flower-garden i pick one single rose: creation is just dew upon the rose of love
i celebrate one flame. i only sing one blues: the flame of endless loving with you & only you
You are my unsent message. The cursor blinking rhythmically, With my heartbeat, Waiting, For me to hit send. But I am not ready, And I’m not sure if I ever will be So I left it like that. Unsent. Unseen. Unread. “I miss you.”