by 48 members For those quality works left buried in the basement of everyone's page. This collection is for NON-TRENDING works only. Only members will be allowed to post poems to this collection.
As we age it's inevitable. Arriving to the point of being over the hill is filled with prayers, mostly giving thanks to making it this far. Best wishes to all.
They say where there is a will there is a way But you tell me there’s no will inside you yet promise you know the way As we walk over puddles through marshes and under the trees I begin to realize You lied to me This is no path we’ve taken but the road to our end and that is where we find ourselves tired and broken ceasing to go on brittle and beaten Like a worn sickly dog forward is a must to which I lack the will
He carves words he has spoken Of promises unbroken whispering into the dark Chiselling delicately into her bones With tobacco juice to bring out the tones Quietly engraving symbols and psalms Living for the night Working through to the light Communing only through dreams In daylight she's secure Inside a white Alder tree Protected and respected Her spirit flies free
I didn't expect you to meet me. That was not permitted. I didn't expect you to kiss me. That was not permitted. I didn't expect you to love me. That was FORBIDDEN .
I was prisoner of my shadow. When I met you. I was warrior of my darkness. When I kissed you. I was soul of your body. When I loved you. LOVE. Destructive . Confusing. Lonely . Love. You. We. I