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)
Pain and fear intermingled with laughter and a bit of affection but it was always mostly me and my sisters hurting and confused and always hoping for that morsel of love or affection - anything, literally just anything that would help us understand why we existed. And that is The truth of it all.
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.
Sometimes tears feel like broken glass Like pushing a gem out of my eyes Causing them to scratch and burn Causing my vision to blur And my lashes to wet Sometimes the gems that are tears fall and shatter Like the first drop of rain on the pavement that is my bathroom floor Soon causing a puddle of shimmering diamonds There's beauty in the sad And pain in the beauty
Mes deux mains a l'envi disputent de leur gloire, Et dans leurs sentiments jaloux Je ne sais ce que j'en dois croire. Philis, je m'en rapporte à vous, Réglez mon amour par le vôtre : Vous savez leurs honneurs divers, La droite a mis au jour un million de vers ; Mais votre belle bouche a daigné baiser l'autre ; Adorable Philis, peut-on mieux décider, Que la droite lui doit céder ?
(Réponse de Mademoiselle Serment.)
Si vous parlez sincèrement Lorsque vous préférez la main gauche à la droite, De votre jugement je suis mal satisfaite. Le baiser le plus doux ne dure qu'un moment ; Un million de vers dure éternellement, Quand ils sont beaux comme les vôtres : Mais vous parlez comme un amant, Et peut-être comme un Normand ; Vendez vos coquilles à d'autres.
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.
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
Tend to me Like a thirsty garden once forgotten Sing to me Like a crying infant, pure and innocent Hug me Like an old friend years after Look at me Like an abstract painting, more complex with each glance Touch me Like the the cold steel strings of your guitar Love me Like you did before
I poem I wrote early last year while thinking about with my ongoing need for co-dependence