Purple flowers.
I don't know their name
and I don't give a ****
I don't even care about the flower part
I only stare at the
ugly green and white paper they were
wrapped in, the part
you touched.

Whisper silent screaming cries
Deep  and hollow sunken eyes
Weakened pleas and quiet groans
Pale skin on  brittle bones

He wheezes when he walks
And he wheezes when he talks
His muscles give and  grind and creak
His strength is gone and he is weak

His hair is falling, growing thin
His smile gone a sorry grin
But deep inside, burning bright
His soul on fire lights the night

Once a man who made things move
One last thing that he must prove
Beside him sits his tearful wife
The only thing he loved in life

Before the reaper takes his share
He'll let her know how much he cares
His lungs expand in one last gasp
And in a voice horse and rasp

He said the most important thing
As true as when he gave the ring
The three words he never said enough
But meant more than the other stuff

I love you...

The pursuit of tomorrow starts with the dreams of today
a breath of anticipation, a glance of hope.
the squeeze of a hand letting you know regardless
of outcome, I will be there for you.

Ask and you'll receive - Be coy and you'll get carp.
Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and it might be a poem.

Winter storms are coming, keep the beer stocked.
Cooler-heads prevail - no one can argue with a drunk.

Family is all you got, don't ***** yourself, make babies.
A parent will love you forever, a child's love is more delicate.

When the world give you lemons,
Throw them at the guy who tells you to make lemonade.

If you take offence, where none was intended, then yes, you are too sensitive.
If you now know you're too sensitive, don't whine, write a poem.

If you start a statement with, "I don't want to offend you" chances are you already have.
If you have an opinion no one asked for, its the perfect title for a poem.

To sit and spin
Our blood within.
Must travel & turn'th
For oxygen it yern'th.

So too the earth doth spin
Similarly warmed from within
It rotates around a point of union.
The generation of Helium from Hydrogen.

The sun releases its emission of light and heat
The catalyst that allowed your heart to beat.
So too the planets worship the star
Forever in view but yet too far

Although it can create
It can destroy without debate.
It shall burn until its fit to burst
And explode to what it was once first.

Stardust.

I see it everywhere
It's in your eyes and in your hair
That special way that you sit and stare.
Oh, to be part of a perfect pair.

Only such beauty could be formed from a shining star.
If only you were not so far.