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)
The plan failed from college to reality from books to working an average joe job. His mindset was not the same for normal people he would ask questions so he could know. While everyone was use to the chain of command. He observed never felt threatened or challenged. School was another monster around things that growing up was bad is now good all of a sudden justified or socially accepted. He was mind blown. That world was another side trying to make sense of it all
Bring me back my love Whom god hath torn asunder Bring me back my love I can stand the solitude no longer
Darling come to me Darling please Don’t leave me alone
Wherever you may be Is where my spirit longs to be Talk to me, darling I’m still me I may not be with you On Earth anymore I know we said goodbye in one way That night on that floor But darling I love you Always and true Nothing could take me away from you Daily and nightly I shall persevere Until the right day that you find me here And then we shall continue The work we began For the seventh generation To make its stand All is well here on Earth For just one more day Let us fly off together briefly Like the pair of Monarchs we are
This dropped on me out of nowhere as soon as I stopped to watch a Monarch Butterfly in a big Oak tree. It was almost like she was dictating it to me. As she flew around at the end I got the lines mixed up and then had to edit it a little as she came back into view. When I tried to photograph her she freaking hid behind a leaf hahahaha! Why was I not surprised. She finished telling me the poem and then flitted off with her mate, who I had not noticed before then.
we gon be alright we gon carry on our parents fight we gon love our life we gon change our times we gon be praying for you, for that light we gon speak, gonna use our voice we gon march all day, all night we gon be alright
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 don’t want to Open my mouth Because I’m still afraid The truth might come out And if it does If it really breaks free You’ll see what I am You’ll see the true me The one I hide With jokes and lies I’m a terrible person All jokes aside You don’t seem to know it You don’t seem to see Even a glimpse of that person That I know to be me I’m such a good actress I hide it so well Cover it with a laugh And you’ll never tell You see depth in my eyes You see love and emotion But what would you see If I ever did open I can’t bear to find out I can’t bear to show The me you don’t see The me that I know If I let it out If I let it be I know for a fact That you would hate 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.
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
Warm hypnotic breezes blow The air is fresh and clear Comfortable to breathe A weeping willow bends to and fro Its branches reaching towards the sky The sky is light blue with a scattering of white clouds Lulling one into a state of peace Wind chimes play their melody to the rhythm of the wind The willow tree leaves glisten from the sunlight What a perfect summer day if only it could go on forever...
i adore cold weather. But not for the fires, Or the warmth of another person. I find something beautiful about it, And maybe even a bit lonely. It reminds me of bittersweet loss, And finding the strength to move on.