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)
Tonight I hugged an angel And it made my night As she looked me in the eyes And held me real tight I sang to her a song And I saw her dance As her stunning beauty Had me in a trance Tonight I met an angel And she made me so happy Tonight I was in heaven Because she talked to me
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 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.
we are quite literally born to die. some die old, and some die young. why is it so bad that some want to die younger? what is the point in waiting until you’re old and withering away? i want to leave now. can’t you accept that?
She does life on her terms She figured it out So independent Moving about Seeing the world Friends everywhere She’s got it together Though no lover to share She doesn’t worry She does fine alone It will all work out As she does roam
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
Tired eyes Fleetingly scanning the room. To find another pair With a light behind them. Even with exhaustion, Shining bright Bright as your own mind, Connecting the light with the dark. Making it easier to breathe, Letting shadows disappear. Calm eyes. Reassured.
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.
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