#wondrous
bleed my colours into the night sky
for everyone to see
it would only be a problem
if you didn’t see
i lay my heart on display for you
hypothesize my crimson blood
i stay awake, mind laced by you
why is the world so so cruel?
to know your skin but cannot taste
to kiss your lips and then displaced
my mind is still in your wondrous maze
i idle my days afraid
that i don’t have what it takes
to pave the way for peaceful change
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 1:10 AM UTC
the space betwixt the horizon and your nose
is filled to the brim and running over
-with wondrous things
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 9:46 AM UTC
I dreamt the other night
I dreamt I had a full head of hair again
I was looking at myself in the mirror
I couldn't believe it
Look! I've got a full head of hair again
I was running my fingers through it
It was so soft and wavy, so full and thick again
And it was all black
There wasn't the slighest hint of grey
I could hardly recognise myself
I looked so youthful, so young again
I felt like a different person altogether
It was something amazing...something wondrous
When I awoke I felt like a little kid on a Christmas morning
As if I'd been given a great gift
As I lay there I thought
"In the other room there's a mirror...
I wonder".
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 4:05 PM UTC
Under the blue sky, beneath the divine’s will,
Sorrow will fade, our soul will no longer be afraid.
By His light, fields of precious flowers will bloom within our soul.
And we will rise greater than ever,
Carrying the beauty of wondrous auroras and the strength of the skies.
For we are worthy of a million stars and gracious smiles.
Jun 20, 2025
Jun 20, 2025 at 11:31 AM UTC
I dream as a flower,
opening in waves
as the pages of a book,
I bloom between dreams
and reality while in
sips of tea, the people
who walk past, they too,
are beings of water in the oceans of
the mind and are visitors of the earth,
stars are in the words they speak
within the the ease of the midnight hour,
the propeller seeds lift for the moon in
the eyes they held for one another,
the depth in the quiet longing
and the secrets of love lead
I, the writer, in my wish to sing, “all the
unsung is, by the sight
of the heart, sung forever”,
so then, all the things
they behold become
as they are, wondrous.
Jul 12, 2022
Jul 12, 2022 at 6:56 AM UTC
Your eyes shine brighter than the sun,
they make it look so bleak,
your eyes, more beautiful than the night sky,
make the universe's beauty seem so weak.
Your hair, oh, they fall much so perfectly o'er your face,
and those streaks, the way they sneak out from behind your hair,
are like Picasso's finest stroke,
like that one perfect sun ray coming out of dark clouds, cutting through air.
Your smile, the most beautiful wonder in the universe,
so perfect, it would make the golden ration obsolete,
And those shiny white beautiful teeth that brighten this dark world,
Make the world so colourful, and more importantly, my life, complete.
Your voice, like the song of a Nightingale,
So melodious and harmonious that even the best singers would shy away,
So mesmerising, that once listened to,
One might find it impossible to stay away.
Your touch, like a feather brushes against one’s skin,
So soft, yet so warming that it would melt the harshest of hearts,
Your touch, gentle as silence,
Speaks volumes for itself, and you, how wonderful a person thou art.
Your laughter could heal all wounds,
Its so beautiful that even the Gods would come down to witness it,
The way you cover your face while you’re at it,
Makes you look, the prettiest lady, finer by every bit.
You are as perfect as perfect can be,
You are the eighth wonder,
That people would **** to be know to,
As beautiful as Aphrodite, that you’d make a man wonder.
You are more precious than the life itself,
You are the reason people still have hope,
You are the definition of perfection,
Your talks are so flipping dope!
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 9:21 AM UTC
Beautiful, is the sight of depths within one’s eyes.
Like Celestial bodies magnified in the confines of the ocular speck.
As if Nebuli birthing Stars, revolving around a Blackhole,
or that of a storm circling the pockets of Gravity.
Who can escape the entrapment of wonder, as they look within?
Curiosity like the peaks of the great Pyramid,
staring afar the belt of Orion - a child-like pondering.
All who see it, imparted with a glisten of glee - the ecstasy of hope within.
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 1:51 AM UTC
This, my darling, is what you call divine -
my good for nothing, wondrous soul. Take but a step inside - let the beauty bedazzle you. Find yourself in outer space and let the shooting stars of my heartstrings guide you home.
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 7:31 AM UTC
There are wings
Trapped beneath
My fragile skin
There are stars
Trapped beneath
My blue-green eyes
There are demons
Trapped beneath
My light hair
There are forests
Trapped beneath
My rib cage
There are supernovas
Trapped beneath
My fingertips
There are all these
Wild, wonderful, beautiful
Things trapped within me
But instead,
All that comes out is
Ugly, awful, hideous
Destruction
I wish you could
See my stars and forests
I wish we could explore them
I wish that I could
Show someone my wings
And fly to the supernovas
That resides in my fingertips
I want to show
All these stunning things
But they are
Trapped
Just like me
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC
Not
'in this light'
not 'just now'
not 'at first sight'
not 'from this angle,'
but
timelessly,
universally,
after scrutiny,
from all perspectives,
you are absolutely -
wondrous.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
Spring in the north
Fall in the south
Sky and seas, blue
Brown and green, lands
Sand on the shore,
Beneath the seas
Water on top
And under earth
Same heart that loves
Does also hate
Pain during birth
Release by death
Same child that cries
Shouts when grown up
Different skins
In different shades
Yet beneath them
Flesh, just the same
Different tongues
Different words
Yet all languages
Have ‘I love you’
Wondrous world
Wonderful life
Yet we don’t much
Notice and care
...
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
Our thoughts are like an ocean.
For they make up most of who we are.
They can be very deep and vast,
And impossible to completely explore.
Sometimes you must tread lightly.
Watch what you do and think.
For there is the occasional drop off.
And with just one wrong step; you might sink.
Though sometimes it may seem scary,
Swimming in the dark and unknown...
It can also be quite beautiful,
With all that life, you don't feel so alone.
There is so many wondrous things,
Going on in our minds.
If we all just choose to open up a bit more,
Who knows what unique things we might find?
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
Red
The only colour
In this sea of grey
Red
Your red lips
Are stark against your pale skin
Red
The only colour
In this sea of grey suits
Oh London,
You dark, stark city,
Filled with wondrous prospects
For people made of red.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
Wonderful Woman
Wonderous Woman
Woman of my imagination's dreams
How did you find me?
How do I know you?
Wonderful Woman
Wonderous Woman
It is you I have longed for
Yet still I long for you
Woman of my imagination's dreams
Wonderful Woman
Wonderous Woman
How you have loved me
Yet how I have loved you
Woman of my dreams
(For S.....)
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
Inward smiling as the thought just returned
Remembering the shame as advances were spurned
Still going red at the thought's recollect
No romance that time, another chance wrecked.
Ah adolescence and all the things new
The callowness is borne like a fedora askew
The so spotty face that we tried hard to hide
By growing our side-burns enormously wide.
And now decades later and still happy in love
With the woman who always fits me like a glove
Those teenage angst years are now way in the past
But we have to go through them for the now things to last.
To be loved for decades is a wondrous thing
My heart wakes each morning and just starts to sing
For my love lies beside me as we welcome the day
In my heart I now realise it was always this way.
©Joe Wilson - My love lies beside me 2014
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
I just want someone to care.
To notice, when I'm not there.
To stay by my side.
To let me cry.
I don't want to be judged.
I just want to be loved.
I don't care how far,
I don't care if you've receded,
I just want to know
that I am needed.
It's not creepy.
Certainly not.
It's just odd,
to read what's been thought.
I love the imaginary,
who exists.
I love the birds,
and bees.
I love the sky,
and seas.
I'm waiting.
I'm watching.
Watching the world.
Thinking about it,
I've come to notice.
You help me even now.
Because I don't know who you are,
I spend so much time thinking,
wondering,
contemplating elatedly,
to the point I don't even think,
about..
the world anymore.
All I care about it this beautiful,
wondrous,
ponderous,
distraction of mine.
And this image in my mind,
it may not be you,
but I may know some day.
This love is true.
This love is so much.
I don't even know what to do.
This love of mine,
I await.
I will wait.
I'm waiting.
I'm watching.
Watching the world.
The world will pass me by,
and in the end..
I will have you,
and hold your hand.
The collected dust,
will tell a story.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC