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)
I heard an angel sing today her pitch was high and clean I wept out loud despite the crowd she was the best I'd ever seen I had a thought unto myself her voice was meant to shine I played guitar was keeping up another gift of mine Although she sang without words or lyrics her voice it spoke to me She touched my heart on many levels her voice it set me free I don't know if I'll ever hear another voice like hers, this simple poem doe's not do her justice these are only words
You are the light of my life My morning sun and my evening moon I want to reach you and stay by your side Too bad you’re just “not in the mood” Too bad “you have better things to do” Because the only thing I do is think of you
I dream of you thinking about me too
Sometimes we want to be cared about by the wrong person
I blame you. For the dreams that died. For the love that i will never have. For the smile that you took from me. I wanted to fly far away but you Burnt my wings keeping me In the cold darkness. I blame you for killing me.
I like to take a negative feeling and turn it Into something good. We should allow people room to grow and breathe support someone in there dreams #blame #dreams #darkness #killing
So beautiful, Haven't met anything so desirable. Interesting, intelligent, and pithy. Full of sarcasm and can be funny. She claims she's distant but is also in love with me. Yet, she loved everything I didn't have to offer. She can look in my direction and I can still be at awe. I don't think anyone can be as amazing and as astute as her. Yet, she loves me.
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.
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'm not your canvas; you can't paint over me. My mistakes, my life, it's whom I want to be. So go _________ take your _________ paintbrush and your paint, too, because I love my every stain, and I'll keep every color; red, green, or blue.
By my every stain I mean my every mistake or misfortune, because I learn from each one of them.
I hope it looks somewhat like a paintbrush. I messed around with it, and the result is before your eyes.
daddy i know you are reading this yes this is my direct please to you
I want the most in the world I want you as my father to treat me as your own daughter I want you as my best friend to be your closest friend I want to be your woman, your lovely loving wife I want to be your lover to fill your life with joy and I want us to be equals as human beings
I want to mean all of these things to you
I want you to be yourself in all these angles treat me as your daughter as your wife as your lover as your equal as your best friend please
to me you are my lover, my closest friend, my father and my equal, another human being, yourself
it’s what I want the most. this is what i want from you. you want to make me happy, this is what will make me happy for life. this is all i’ve ever wanted. daddy. my daddy. your little girl.
Life to life, breath by breath, In waiting pools escape my death. Day to day, night by night, although you've left I see the light. Week to week, month to month, I've failed to find the things I want. So minute to minute, hour by hour, the coming tides have lost their power. As I feel my strength complete the shifting sands beneath my feet. So, I shall find my solace here, I've come to love you all so dear.
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