"peacefull" poems
Why the full moon in the month of May different on this earth ?
Its so wonderful,
Its so divine,
Its so spiritual,
Its above human feelings,
Just wondered and remain wondered.
Do you have time to watch this Buddha full moon ?
the full moon revealing life is not miserable the way evil spreading now,
The fullmoon full of love,
spreading love,smile,joy on earth,
the fullmoon so peacefull,
spreading peace and prosperity above all the odds now.
You will get life , new life to live on this beautiful world.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
The ghost of Bill Kettchel still sits glumly on the bluff
Not but a few paces from where he was fell
He has risen majestic at night from the well.
Still screaming out loud, Hey give em hell boys, give em hell
Dropped in head a foremost by the heel of his boot
Give em hell goes the echo, by god give em all hell
The fields glistened brightly with crimson and gore
The fighting was grisly like none seen before.
All stacked up like cord-wood a good ten foot high, they smote grey and smote blue
by the hip and by the thigh.
Give em hell boys by god, came the echoing cry.
Now musket ball splatter, now cannon grape rain.
March through the death gauntlet and line up again.
As the dying lie crying Under shade tree spread wide.
I'm a Yankee doodle dandy. Yankee doodle do or die.
A real live nephew of my uncle Sam born on the fourth of July.
Look away ,look away look away.
Dumped in head a foremost by foot and by heel. My self, Andy, Caleb
Rest daily in the well. By day we lie peacefull, at night we rebell.
Especially those nights when the moon is aglow
We rise to the mouth and we holler and shout.
Give em hell boys by god, just send them all straight to hell.
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 2:33 AM UTC
A human being, possessed by fear
insecurity and anxiety..
"That's not good.." she whispered.
And she left all that things behind...still possessed
but yet so peacefull..
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
You know what i'm tired of?
I'm tired of mental abuse..
No one understands, cause no one ever sees.. There a no visible scars, no proof, and no one has seen.
I am a target of angry outbursts and sarcasm.
It piles up on me, day after day, month after month.
"You just wanna make me look bad!" He tells me
"You brought it on yourself" he laughs
"I treat you like you deserve to be treated!"
"For a smart person you're really dumb"
"Your friends will start to hate you"
And when i say i've had enough..
"You make me madder than anyone ever has!"
"You're such a liar!"
"You're so ******* selfish! You think the world revolves around you"
"That's not what you said, did or felt."
"You just try to make me look bad"
"I didn't attack you! Your mind is really messed up for thinking that"
"You are welcome to leave at any point. There's the door"
-i'm sorry daddy-
"I have your best interests at heart, if you would just listen to me more.."
"I can't stand to look at you right now.."
"You'll never change"
-yes daddy-
When my brother asks me why i'm crying
"Your sister is crying cause she knows she did something wrong"
-i'm sorry i dropped the cup of coffe on the floor-
"You've got to be ******* kidding me!"
"You will be the death of me!"
"You had to mess things up again didn't you?"
-sorry Daddy-
"Too late, i'm done with you never thinking!.."
"This is all your fault!"
I hate how i can't do something without instantly thinking -was that okay?-
"How dare you eat that taco without asking!"
"You just keep pishing my buttons!"
"This is YOUR issue!"
"You can't do anything right!"
"You need to be careful in how you respond to me"
But the ones that hurt the most..
"The house is peacefull when you're gone"
"We can't sleep when we know you'll be home soon"
"You'll never change"
I try my best.. And i can't just leave, cause i still love him.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
"The king has fallen"
A majestic castle,
A thousand arsenal,
For he just leaves it,
He leaves them all.
A mourning queen,
A king-to-be prince,
One betrothed princess,
One warrior princess,
One prince in the war front,
One prince in the castle fort,
And one prince in the study.
These are what left of the mighty king.
Tis not a story of war,
Tis not a story of romance,
But tis a story of a battle,
Of the mighty king himself,
The Phyton King,
Or so he was called,
Was no match with the Viper king,
And the Cobra king,
Kings that he called brothers,
Have poisoned him;
Slowly killing him.
His kingdom was never on the top,
But it was the most peacefull,
But his rival kings;
Were always trying to topple him.
They can full charge him from front,
Ambush him from the sides,
Sneak in from the back,
But he has never shaken.
For decades,
He stood strong,
He remain unscathed,
But years of defense has weaken him from inside,
He has only hold them in,
With no effort to call for aid.
And that was his killing,
Being silent,
And never fighting back.
-HIY
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 5:53 AM UTC
Another day over
Time for bed
As I plan for the next day
That lies ahead
But I can't yet sleep
Too much on my mind
Peacefull sleep
I Cannot find
Till I've written
My poetry
That I must write
It's almost as if
I can't say goodnight
Til the last word is written
Emptied out of my head
Only then
Can I think
Sleep
It's now time for bed.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
These lovely walls so brigth and peacefull like winter snow oh what magnificent features. So soft as a pillow in my white suit I giggle. Morning and night I spend my time thinking within these walls of the time of when I was outside. Such beauty , such glory on everyones eyes. A tip toe here and a tip toe there giving them a smile from ear to ear and it doesn't end there. I share them my love they give me there blood what is that you say that this is not love? on the contrary my friend just look and see , in this generation what is there to be? If people **** each other for ignorant sympathys , Lustful envyies and ungratefull indecencies . why cant i be me? its not a sickness its another way to see how tragedy can be embraced by insanity and how wonderfull a diferent point of view can make a man be judge by lack of humanity. Im not crazy.....i just see the world in diferent points of view....what about you?
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
I lost my way through the empty place,
vacant, with an unrecognizable face,
the nails stick out of the frame,
trying to recall when my last tetanus shot was, i remember the pain,
couldn't feel the blood rushing out,
they asked me what i was looking at, laying on the ground,
i said "the trees, birds, the way the leaves blow in the breeze, a peaceful sound,
they tried to calm my nerves, but i was calm, as calm as the water at low tide,
on that early morning, stolen, boat ride,
those are the memories i will have for ever, my dearest memory,
and when i say dearest memory, i mean it cost me alot, after that court date and probation meeting on the 6th of January,
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
With fear and uncertainty
The days anew loom ahead-
And this the new beginning
To the Map of My Soul,
May I sail with faith
On peacefull waters
And May I find my way
Back Home
---X---
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
In May we are in the nature.
Improvised desk and two chairs
At the edge of the forest.
Somebody carved them
Long time ago.
It's peacefull.
A few woodcabins in the distance.
Today is your birthday.
Dark beer and snacks.
Good music in our cell phones.
You are allowing me to kiss your naked back
And touch you with my lips all over your body.
You are taking my palms
And placing them on your *******
We don't go to the end, for now.
You are scared a bit
Scared of yourself, of everything.
Before bed, you text me.
Is all of this too much for a start
You are wondering.
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
Wandering eyes are always watching you Angel,
Hungry for a bit more clevage.
desperate for a bit more leverage,
to tip you into their peverse laps.
to straddle dance and wear their hats.
Where do you go when hands are tracing Angel?
Feeling every curve and dip.
lingering on painted lips.
Is it innocent peacefull and uncorrupt.
unlike these "moral" men broke and bankrupt.
Sit by me my pretty Angel.
fear not from me a twisted angle,
for with you i do not wish to tangle.
whisper hear your secret name,
and tell me how you came to play this game,
of torturous and wicked pain,
hidden by this mask so vain.
Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 3:55 PM UTC
Hidden in tranquility it plessures my mind. Peacefull and obscure just the echoes of my thougths. No sound no interuption just the spark of the dark , it fills my heart with wondering plots. What to do, what to say on the upcoming day but this little spark distracts me so in plain white my mind stays no thougths no plans just me and the serenity and gaze of the spark. I dont ask for ligth for this is the only need, some peace and quiet shadowed and unseen. The ligth is too brigth and it hurts my eyes not to mention the noisy people at dayligth witch if I havent mentioned I despise. Morning birds are the devils crys I prefer the owls the nigths spys, all I need is the sparks dark shine to make this moment torn twine with I. Just meditation it and I no ligth just this exeption of this spark and its ligth shine.
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
Down in meadows where sweet grass grows by the inch by moolite -a girl I know she would stroll.. quietly ,barefoot and beautiful.
Flowers and rose petals filled the air as she strolled to valley.down.deep. this girl I know who couldn't sleep. she.strolled.to the green valley way down deep.
Nite breezes whispered sadness of love adrift like the echoing bubbly,babbling brook as cool grass mingled with achy feet she walked her cares to the valley down deep.
This lady I know is lovely and rare and full of sudden sweet surprise. Like the ones that sparkle from her sleepy eyes. I think she is layered and her sorrows are deep and her pain she does keep quiet and hidden
Way down deep.
So, I somtimes wonder and conjure what it be to hold her hand ,put her head on my shoulder sing a lullaby low and deep and stroll together on the winding path that would take us by starlite and moonlite and gentle brook to.lay us both down in clover and Jasmine.
stroke her brow and whisper.her away to sleep in the peacefull valley with windmills up on the hills.
That place in her joyfull surrender in the green valley way down deep
This woman I know is soft as surrender and tough as iron but the girl inside still dreams the wistfill fairytale ending while doing and going and fixing unending. Regret like a stone on her shoulder, head bowed and sweet.she has kept to the task but now weary for rest and gentle persuasion.
There's a place in the gloaming where dreamwalkers meet a misty suspension. A warm sunny place a snow capped and glistening winterland an azure briney ocean and sand.
Sahara of rippling sand like sweet music rippling forth from a merciful harp that draws her up upwards and aloft to soar and skim in freedom then she sails the Caribbean trades with the wind in her hair still dreaming wide awake.. she.sits on the bow and seaspray carresses her hopes . Salty misy and cool and she dreams in a dream inside of contemtment unending. Then soars aloft again infitfull sleep then plunges to depths of secrets well kept to.the valley so green and so deep.
To the valley
The valley of sleep.
To green meadows
In the valley.down deep.
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
Crazy thoughts doing nothing but works
listen to the madness of mind mattering words
creating things just for a poll
singing all the way to nothing at all.
The madness around us
playing with suttle thoughts to crush us
peacefull minds opening up to the world of madness
Dwelling voices around my head
can't say a word reaching for inner self
creating my own unreal reality
I am in a sofa around a smelling of that.
lying in bed
alcohol
sigarettes
pills
music
thoughts
Still
The uspoken thought is my broken fork
turn into my love of non thinking state of the you
stay true to say who are you.
dont let the madness pop
madness that bubble
**** yourself up
kick it up
The Addiction
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 5:22 PM UTC
Peacefull lying there
engaged in your slumber
watching your warm glow of love
effect your surroundings like no other
Taking in your essence
addicted to your smell
your eyes flutter
my senses reel
Oh! the way you make me feel.
Your warmth and sweetness
open hearted and pure
A dream come true
one that will endure
Joy like no other
a new leaf on the old family tree
a chip off the old block
An answer to prayers
for me
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
Staring at the night sky,
pitch black are the shadows;
Grey-black and dark blue is the covering.
Stars like silver sparkles, spread on a dark sheet.
All so majestic, like a King wearing royal blue rob with diamonds on it;
Cool breeze adding touches to this painting.
Its not darkness around,
but just absence of light.
Night sky is exquisite;
Circkets making shrill noise,
still deep down inside my heart,
a halcyon song I croon,
admiring the white spot,
illuminating the night sky; known as Moon.
Whats so attracting about this sky;
I try, but fail to understand.
Days are hard, bright and youthfull;
But night has its own glory, charms and is peacefull.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 3:06 AM UTC
Maybe im alone in my views maybe just bitter from age.
The road a fond memory like a old man who sits dead in legs yet giving thought to only wind
of times blonde hairs and scent did linger jasmine of his thoughts is sweetest when reflected by window so far from that time.
Now im like that man unable to run so here i sit lost to life a stranger to all even myself.
A cold drink on a honey suckle laced backpoarch.
If only my turns were diffreent maybe id know happiness i never been able to grasp unto myself.
But poets thirst for pain and self destruction is a well unfilled no lifetime could quench.
Alone I understand reason a monster ive grown to call myself.
In ways ive grown only to speak in pages none choose to read yet many can grasp.
Ive seen wars fought internal to cast shadows over the most clear sky.
Is it not time for a seaside eternal rest?
In pain I find logic sadness my eternal home nothing can mend broken roads but only help to build
more isolated paths.
Please i beg never to choose my road for it was never my to choose.
Tommorow will find tears in what never was todays reality.
It never was ment but it sure felt right.
All my hopes have finally found rest.
With motions a roar shall you recall my liftime based
apon one single night.
View me a pawn so mention the fool.
Judge only your actions and always remeber the voice silent in rage washed clean of tommorows misery for which iv'e had my final share.
Two strangers grasp togather all of nothing why must we question all that never can be?
The sunset holds promise red in color painted in thoughts
may one at least be held in happiness of farewell to me.
My road was always headed in a direction we all understood it was bound to happen sooner than later.
Why follow when I had no other choice.
Underneath nights stage in a gentle breeze soliace is such a peacefull fade.
What is taken shall never be replaced.
Jun 5, 2012
Jun 5, 2012 at 3:56 PM UTC
Staring from the window.. i see Light distanced on the path
Everything exhausted now.. in daylights aftermath
A shadow of a structure.. as deep as it is wide
A haven for the unseen.. a place in which to hide
The rain has come to wash away .. the filth upon the path
Everything seems cleaner now.. in daylights aftermath
Twelve fifteen ...past midnight.. a day begun anew
A water washed gloss canvas .. from this window i see through
Nothing moves .. all is still.. within this photograph
Everything is peacefull now .. in daylights aftermath .
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 3:35 PM UTC
Sleep Angel sleep
Let the tears dry
I've held your heart
Since you cursed us apart
Know that I forgive you
Let the pain cease
Slumber in my arms
I've taken your ache
And loved it away
A kiss caressing
Each crack
And hands
That have your back
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
I wasn't on earth, not anymore
I wend one's way to a tranquil ambience whilst transcending my divine self
to a higher Cosmic Celestial being
at the time of eternal halcyon...
the Lacuna,that's what they called it in this time (Space was highly praised)
Suddenly life was unending
I guess that's why they use
light years here
it's counter intuitive
A cosmic pilgrim,
in a buoyantly state..
I peregrinated my way to the place in space
I seeked to fill my existence or of it to fill its existence the aftermath resulted twins
My burning hanker being doused with every feeling of passing an atom, I began to feel more drawned to my destination
From a distance, a visual perception of my terminus appeared before me
Jupiter
The third realm to the
East of my origin with
the four daemons seated in
an aligned parallel order manifesting themselves before my eyes..
Ganymede the colossal daemon
The ancient of them all
Callisto the Cherry blossom
the most alluring, artistic and gratifying in sight of all daemons.
Io the Sun's sister
The last daemon, Europa
the soft Pearl
The sight juxtaposed one's eyes for God's
I never felt so alive before
this was the cream of the crop
of the peacefull atmosphere in space..
sending an aesthetic tsunami tide to my soul's core
I belonged
Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 7:21 PM UTC
Staring up towards the sky,
never wanting to say goodbye.
Theminutes count down to our time apart,
but no matter what, you'll be in my heart.
your baby blue eyes, they match the sky,
your arms around me make me fly.
My eyes close off and sleep comes near,
with you all around me I have nothing to fear.
I lay on your legs as I slowly drift off,
my hand falls and alerts me like a shot.
I open my eyes and see your smile,
knowing the next time we'll be here wont' be for a while.
The water is peacefull here with you,
my heart is at ease with all that we do.
No matter how hear or far away,
I promise you'll be in my heart always.
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 11:41 AM UTC
Loneliness is dangerous. It's addicting. Once you see how peacefull it is, you don't want to deal with people.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
I look back on the memories I didn't know I had
At times I smile though the pain Even though it hurts so bad
I know you smile down at me with every step I take
I know you are still with me when I make dumb mistakes
I was little when you left me,i never really understood why
I knew you were going to a better place with that man in the sky
Sometimes I sit and wonder how it would be if you were still with us on earth
I know up there you are with out any pain,down here you would feel much worse
With that I know heaven is a peacefull place,because I know when I get there the first thing
I'll see is your smileing face.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
The Devil's Den in July 1863
Gettysburg Pennsylvania
We. Charged the the gully
and the stand of. Sharpshot stung from hives unseen
Our lives in limbo. Souls akimbo.
The bluff.
The saber
The roar.
Sure as. Night comes day.
Our spirits drift away
and floats above the fray.
Life is cheap here.
The price.
We will pay.
The little round top
Consecrated in guts and bone.
I'm left to die alone on
The bluff. A ragged boyonet
Now drags me away slow.
So away I must go
Blow taps and write me a letter home.
Mother please don't cry for me.
My brothers here with me
Send regards.
The round top hill
Is very still and peacefull
Eternal rest is assureed.
Never again.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 12:22 PM UTC
I must be mad I must be crazy
or am i daft or just so lazy
i feel that i may fall apart
my life has lost its brand new start
barriers and yes men fighting me
when all i want is food for tea
people saying simple things
that hold me back so loosing wings
dont they see the real me
the fun the free the one belief
I just want a peacefull life
thats full of love and free of strife
it aint so much yet i cant see
it cant be you it must be me
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 6:39 AM UTC