Poetry

CaptainChaos

CaptainChaos

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I couldn't find a poetry thread - maybe i am going blind - but i wanted to share this poem i found. I think it is beautiful.


Beautifully stated


As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to
ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably
more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so
remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best
friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry
Because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you
love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've
never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute
of happiness you'll never get back.

Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.
 
Some more i like!

Happiness

Happiness to gain
Happiness to win

Will happiness be in vain
if it falls like rain?
Will it drain
or can we sustain?

Ave Lilik

I Believe


I believe that the sun shines after the rain
I believe if you don't get hurt you'll never gain
I believe in not doing things the easy way
I believe that being selfish doesn’t pay

I believe in a second chance
I believe in a life long romance
I believe there is life after death
And standing up to a life of mess

I believe in love at first sight
I believe that revenge isn’t right
I believe that first impressions last
And there is nothing better then a good laugh

I believe that dreams do come true
I believe there's destiny for me and you
I believe that good things come to those who wait
I believe love never arrives too late

I believe something good comes from something bad
I believe that for tears of happiness there are tears of sad
I believe everyone has a guardian angel
And the good you do will be rewarded well

I believe sometimes there is no explanation
I believe money can't buy people's affection
I believe you don't know what you've got until it's gone
I believe a new day arrives with every dawn

I believe a smile can be contagious
I believe in being very outrageous
I believe in living with no regrets
I believe that life is as good as it gets

I believe that God watches over us
I believe the little things are worth the fuss
I believe you have each friend for a reason
I believe you will get punished for treason

I believe that what comes first is family
I believe we should all live in harmony
I believe in making the most of a beautiful day
And it's not the end until everything's okay

I believe absence makes the heart grow fonder
I believe you will lose if you sit and wonder
I believe every experience teaches you a lesson
And nothing cures better then a drinking session

I believe everyone has one true love
I believe sometimes we need a little shove
I believe the whole world is a stage
I believe we only get better with age

I believe that to learn you have to live
I believe that to love someone you have to give
I believe one moment can change your life
And there's still help when you’re in strife

I believe everyone has one true friend
I believe love helps a broken heart mend
I believe in the power of a song
And things will change before too long

I believe living is the best experience
I believe in not laughing at other people’s expense
I believe it’s hard to watch a lover leave
And when they’re gone all you can do is breath

I believe to always look on the bright side
I believe that life is just one big ride
I believe when I die people will grieve
But it’s ok because I believe

Kayla Neil

The Double Rainbow


Once I saw a rainbow
Over the ocean blue
Encompassed by a shadow
Of every color and hue.
It was a double rainbow
Most beautiful to see
and underneath the rainbow
Were two sails upon the sea.
I think it was God's message
Quite old, and get still new
It takes both rain and sunshine
To make the lovely view.
As we go along life's highway
A lot of rain must fall.
But we can find the rainbow
When the sun shines over all.
So, if you feel discouraged
And don't know what to do
Just trust for God's own sunshine
To bring a rainbow over you.

Virginia M. King
 
Where do you get these amazing poems?

Anyway, I made this one up on the spot
Cookies are wonderful
Cookies enlighten your day!
for a short while anyway...
They rot your teeth,
but what else who you want to eat?
They warm your heart,
then make you fart.
Cookies are wonderful,
simiply because they make you fat 'n' full!
So enjoy your cookie!
Or else I'll kill ye!
 
I love poetry and i just read it on the internet, usually from places i have never been and i never find again so i thought i would post them here so all can enjoy the beauty of words.

I like you poem, it made me chuckle! Feel free to post more.
 
The Web

Creatively
You worked your art
You spun a web
Around my heart
How beautifully
Your deeds have spread
Each intricately
Woven thread
With strands of care
You dried my tears
Your gentleness
Dispelled my fears
Your wisdom
Helped me understand
And patiently
You held my hand
To give me courage
To brave the storm
With kindness
You have kept me warm
Your passion
Lit a glowing fire
That filled my soul
With sweet desire
You're all
That I was dreaming of
For the web you spun
Was made of love

- Written and owned by Sherri Deskins -

Halloween

Halloween wraps fear in innocence,
As though it were a slightly sour sweet.
Let terror, then, be turned into a treat,
Lest it undermine our common sense.
Our nightmares are the founts of fancy whence
We wander through the fields of our conceit,
Eluding the true horror we must meet
Embodied in the play of our pretense,
Now ranged across the night in our defense.

Cyberspace
We met upon the Internet,
A friendship electronic,
Expressed alone in words and thoughts,
Inevitably platonic.
We live too far apart for us
To mingle in the flesh,
But much more close than family,
Our hearts and feelings mesh.

Your dear, dear self reveals itself
Without a voice or face.
We have our own sweet home within
Our precious cyberspace.

I don't understand - This is for two people. You know who you are.

I don't understand what happened to us
Or why you have turned away.
Of course you are free to do as you like,
But first I have something to say.
To me it had seemed we could go on forever,
So close were our hearts, and at ease,
So much did we share, yet the words never faltered,
So I thought as time did as it pleased.

Whatever I did that has made you unhappy,
Or am that is not to your taste,
Or would be were I to return to your graces,
Or won't be if I am replaced:

I want you to know that your friendship is something
I treasure, and would not now end.
If you would be willing to turn to embrace me,
You'd find in me still a good friend.
 
My Name

Once when the lawn was a golden green
and the marbled moonlit trees rose like fresh memorials
in the scented air, and the whole countryside pulsed
with the chirr and murmur of insects, I lay in the grass,
feeling the great distances open above me, and wondered
what I would become and where I would find myself,
and though I barely existed, I felt for an instant
that the vast star-clustered sky was mine, and I heard
my name as if for the first time, heard it the way
one hears the wind or the rain, but faint and far off
as though it belonged not to me but to the silence
from which it had come and to which it would go.


Mark Strand

For you i will

For every morning that I hear my phone ring
I'll write a tune for the birds outside to sing
I'll stare into the photo where you hold my all
Just promise you'll catch me if I do start to fall

You're the only one that makes my life complete
You're the reason I'm still standing on my 2 feet
As the sun shines bright so does my heart & soul
Memories and laughter has filled this empty hole

When I close my eyes, I see you in the distance
I want you here close right now in this instance
The happiness that I hold will keep you by my side
This affection that we share I will never let untie

The tone in your voice, that look in your eyes
A lifetime of happiness, never broken with lies
Words can't describe this love I feel deep down
Never ending smiles that I'll share with the town

Its your touch that I want today and all tomorrow
Its you I'm thinking of while staring out the window
Each time I see you my hearts skips a beat or two
And its all because I've just been dying to see you

My life has changed with this treasure that I hold
You are my blanket keeping me warm when its cold
Loving you isn't a question, an order nor it is a skill
Baby I'll always love you forever, and for you I will

by - ×·.d0ra

The Ocean Wind Blows

The ocean wind blows, whistling through trees.
Powerful and cold or a gentle warm breeze.
Although invisible we know it's there.
Feel it sailing through our hair.

Watching the sand being made into dunes.
Listening to the wind as it sings its tunes.
Strong enough to cause destruction.
For many it also brings disruption.

Causing waves to fiercely crash down.
As branches and trees fall to the ground.
Ocean side homes being torn apart.
This vicious wind is cold at heart.

On a hot summers day, a gold sandy beach.
The ocean wind seems out of reach.
Asking for just a gentle breeze.
To allow us to enjoy the sun with ease.

Feeling it gently kiss your face.
The ocean wind blows with so much grace.
Bringing with it so much pleasure.
This calm little breeze we learn to treasure.

The ocean wind blows be it cruel or kind.
Most powerful force that comes to mind.
We can not see it but know it's there.
Just look around it's everywhere.

by Donna
 
Our Sonnet

Sweet Lady, song of my heart,
Hold my hand, as this journey we start.
Lift me up in spirit of joy and gladness;
And shield my soul from heartbreak and sadness.
Steadfast, honest and true;
Your partner is here and will forever love you.

It is my prayer that I will always be;
The one who brings you joy and sets your spirit free.
With my love I’ll cover you and warm your soul with mine;
Give you pleasures – like none you will find.
Your Sweet Lady, song of your heart;
Will love you forever, together or apart.

So hear me Sweet Lady, and know in your soul;
That there is no better future than with you to grow old.
Endless caresses, touches and kisses;
Our passion a banner for our love’s true existence.
My hand I extend and my honor I offer;
For being with you my love, there is no greater pleasure.

Your hand I accept, and all your love as well;
My heart sings so loudly, all can tell
I am loved and in love with the man made for me
Hold my hand; let us walk through this life
Being what we were meant to be
Together.

- Carol Stecher and Jim Foreman -


Friends

A friend is someone we turn to
when our spirits need a lift.
A friend is someone we treasure
for our friendship is a gift.
A friend is someone who fills our lives
with beauty, joy, and grace.
And makes the whole world we live in
a better and happier place.

- Jean Kyler McManus -

Friendship

You are friendly, kind and caring
Sensitive, loyal and understanding
Humorous, fun, secure and true
Always there... yes that's you.

Special, accepting, exciting and wise
Truthful and helpful, with honest blue eyes
Confiding, forgiving, cheerful and bright
Yes that's you... not one bit of spite.

You're one of a kind, different from others
Generous, charming, but not one that smothers
Optimistic, thoughtful, happy and game
But not just another... in the long chain.

Appreciative, warm and precious like gold
Our friendship won't tarnish or ever grow old
You'll always be there, I know that is true
I'll always be here... always for you.

- Written and owned by Angela Lee Hillsley -

Angels

I believe in angels,
The kind that heaven sends,
I am surrounded by angels,
But I call them friends.

- Aizabel Parinas -

I'm here

Standing by,
All the way.
Here to help you through your day.

Holding you up,
When you are weak,
Helping you find what it is you seek.

Catching your tears,
When you cry.
Pulling you through when the tide is high.

Just being there,
Through thick and thin,
All just to say, you are my friend.

- Brittani Kokko -
 
OOOOOOO.....poetry thread!!
*rubs his hands excitedly* Where to start...............


Her
(a sonnet)

A calm, and cool, soft breeze, so warm, that floats
from moonbeams shattered off the morning dew.
The trees turn silver in the light; a hue
that comes from dreams that burn harmonic notes.
Oh sweet the smell and sound like antidotes
to the melancholy mind that lives despair
in overly repeated looks and stares.
They miss the joy of those melodious notes.
Oh dark the night with Love, it cries no more
to stars that seem to say, "Hold fast to her."
But "her" is out of reach and grasp of mine.
A lonely song screams out the closing door.
She hides like black on a pale wind's whisper.
I stretch my hand to catch her mist divine.


Barefoot

After the rain
I dance.
But only if the dew plays
the music
I hear through the rainbow.
After the rain
I go barefoot
and let the grass
wash my feet
in dew
as it plays the music
I hear through the rainbow.
After the rain
I dance.
I see your soft brown hair
twirling in air
as I spin you
over the dew
that plays the music
I hear through the rainbow.
After the rain
I dance.
Your eyes glimmer
like sunshine through a raindrop
as the soft hazel
cradles my heart
in dew
as it plays the music
I hear through the rainbow.
After the rain
we dance.
You are only here
in my mind
and my heart reaches out
to you over the dew
as it plays the music
I hear through the rainbow.


Common Company

Cables crossed on a darkened street
lights of passing cars cast living shadows
growing, slithering, vanishing
into the grasses on the side of the road.
Invisible for a while
lost in the clarity of the stars
on this brisk autumn night
while I hide from school, work
responsibility I’m not sure I’m ready for.
Grass sways licking my face as another car passes
oblivious to these eyes gazing upward and the blanket
wrapped tightly around my shoulders.
The moon still hides behind the solitary cloud
which not even the speed of the cars
can budge.
I sit and stare just another shadow
growing, slithering, vanishing
into the grasses on the side of the road.
 
You can always count on me to start a good thread! I knew you would eventually make it here so i had to create your own little space!

Get posting more Mr Kat! I have really missed your poetry!

Here are some more that i like.

Winter Warms

New dew at dawn's break,
Sunlight streams through window panes.
Wondrous sights make hearts ache,
Sparrow's songs so lightly sung the ear strains.
Soaring high in clear blue sky,
Eagles recklessly tango on crosscurrent.
Knowing winter is close by,
Each dance becomes recurrent.
Snuggle warm with babes so close,
Blankets tight to dispel the chill.
No more time to be verbose,
Jabbering at last comes to a still.
Winter warms our hearts in cloaks,
Sleepy eyed and warm as toast.
Hunkered down deep beneath the oaks,
The earth mother acts as their host.
Silent snow and gentle moon,
Starlit sky shows traveler's way.
Sleepy eyes will now close soon,
Dreaming of distant summer's day.

© 2002, Laurie Benedict

Winter Time

During this cold time of year,
Flowers and leaves, begin to disappear.
The fire burns, in the old fireplace,
And cold winds blow, and cut at our face.

We sit around, with a warm cup of coco,
Hoping that this year, won't drive us loco.
Skating down,to the neighborhood pond,
With our friends, we develop a bond.

Ice feathers are seen, in our windows of frost,
Like beautiful paintings, their all embossed.
Mother Nature has a beautiful style,
Everything she does can bring us a smile.

While old man winter, can be very hostile,
Some of his work, can also be worthwhile.
For winter sports, it is so much fun,
And the snow shines bright, under the sun.

But also during this time of year,
People seem to have more cheer.
With gifts to give, and friends to greet,
Love for mankind, seems to be more complete.

© 2000, Bernard Howe
 
heres one thats also a number combination riddle, see if you can solve it


Nine are we, when taken all three

Last one slain, then six remain

None survive, our last less five
 
It mentions the last number twice "Last one slain, 6 remain" should mean that the last number is 3 since "Nine are we when taken all 3".....9-3=6. However it also says "None survive our last less 5" which would mean that the last digit minus 5 = 0. So one of those "last"s needs to be a first. So the number is either 315 and it should read "First one slain, 6 remain" or it's 513 and it should be "None survive our first less 5".



However this is a poetry thread and something like that should probably be in the Games department.


So here's a poem too:


Aftershower Moonbeams

Tomorrow I might see you.
Tomorrow the door will open
and you
silhouetted by the light of heaven
eyes burning
the fires of night
galaxies spinning
and you
soft as sunlight
dancing on clouds
billowing powder vanishing on the wind
angels calling
and you
moving like a breeze through tall grass
daisies, wildflowers
exploding into kaleidoscopes
rolling sheets of color enchanting
and you
smile, wink, turn
the door closes.
 
The Gift Of Friends

by Karin Schaefer

There are days when
bubbling from us comes
the innocent child within,
who giggles at the little things
and wears a silly grin.

There are days when
melancholy comes to
visit for a while;
the mind feels tired, the body weak;
we have no strength to smile.

There are days when
joy abundant
grabs a hold of you and me;
wraps us up in all it's splendor,
lifts us up and sets us free.

There are days when
sorrow wraps us
in its cloak of grief and fear,
'till our hearts ache to the breaking,
'till our eyes can't shed a tear.

There are days when
love bestows us
with its wonderment and light;
with its beauty and its mystery,
its power and its might.

And there are days when
life rewards us
and seems to make amends
by granting us a marvelous gift,
the precious gift of Friends.
 
Grandma

It was plastic wood
on the oak armchair you left me.
The dusty smell of your last minutes
settles on my senses.
I can hear your stories
so old, so long,
so many times.
Your white hair thinning
and your skin going limp
as you tried to maintain youth
forty years gone by,
past day
past dreams
past life.
Goodbye.


Always and Slowly

There is a stairway leading
to the left.
Cold, hollow
iron slowly replaces
the hard wood.
Step after step
the intricately carved, oak banister
slims down at a snail's pace
to a steel bar.
The creaking,
which annoyed me at first,
turns to the klang
as my feet tromp over
the metal plates.
I miss the creak
of the solid, old pine,
the life
gone.
The smooth iron turns to grates
and the railing
falls into a black mist
billowing below.
Never up,
never down,
always and slowly
to the left.
 
Follow Me
by Michelle Newton

Take my hand and follow me
to that place I long to be.
Take my hand and trust my way,
in that place forever stay.
Follow me toward the sand;
we'll run and play, hand in hand.
Take my heart and hold it true;
forever I'll stay close to you.
Seize my words and listen well,
then forever I will tell.
Release your heart and feelings too,
just as I will do for you.
Trust your heart and follow me,
to that place we long to be.

Roses and Thorns
by Leah

The things that life consist of
includes both roses and thorns.

Some claims to have more briars
from the very day they were born.

There are those who enjoy roses,
whose life blossoms day after day.

They have not yet reached the thorns
that mark their path along the way.

For most, there are some good and bad
which can be expected by everyone.

So be thankful for the smallest rose
and place less emphasis on the thorns
 
Thoughts of Christmas.......
When I think of Christmas morning,
The gaily wrapped gifts and the tree;
Brings to mind a gift so precious,
And all He was meant to be.
When I look at the tree Christmas morning,
The lights that twinkle and glow;
I think of the manger in Bethlehem,
Of a babe born on a night long ago.
When I see the joy Christmas morning,
The faces so filled with delight;
I think of the bright shining star,
That guided the wise men that night.
As we meet together Christmas morning,
To celebrate anew the birth;
The coming of the prince of peace,
Is the greatest gift on earth.
 
Bullrathe:
heres one thats also a number combination riddle, see if you can solve it


Nine are we, when taken all three

Last one slain, then six remain

None survive, our last less five
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Nine are we, when taken all three

Last one slain, then six remain

None survive, our last less five


Here are some of my guesses-
"Nine our we, when taken all 3"- 3+3+3=9
"Last one slain, then six remain"- 3+3=6
"None survive, our last less five"- 3 is less than 5

OR

2+4+3=9
2+4=6
3 is less than 9

If the riddle is meant to be taken as said, then Kat would be wrong =P not to be mean or anything :unsure:

:w00t:
IM just saying that this solution works if you understand it like i did =)


And this is some truly B-E-A-UTIFUL poerty. Sorry i don't have some to add =(
 
Graduation
Graduation is a time
For feeling very proud,
For thinking lots of lovely thoughts
And saying them out loud.
It's a time for feeling love
About to overflow,
And just before it leaps its banks,
To let the loved one know.

And so I'm very proud of you
For being who you are,
For making something of yourself,
For making it this far.

I'm proud because I am a part
Of everything you do.
This time's the time to say how much
In love I am with you.

We've been together since
We've been together since we were
Just barely more than babes,
Holding onto Mommy's hand,
Missing two front teeth.
Some of us now have to wear
A bra and some to shave,
Adults in what our hearts demand,
Still children underneath.

Together we learned how to read,
Together learned to play,
To add and multiply our friends,
To give and to receive.

Our teachers taught us how to lead,
To put our tears away,
To separate our means and ends,
To work and to achieve.

And now we step across a line;
Our childhood is gone.
Soon, just like a morning dream,
The memories will fade.

But if we turn out good and kind,
Rejoicing in the sun,
We'll know to thank these sheltered years
Where our first joys remain.
 
Missing You by John Seabrook

My heart aches within from missing you,
My lips long for the feel of kissing you,
Right now all I need is to gently touch your skin,
To look into your eyes and see deep within,
Just one warm embrace,
Just to look upon your face,
Just one little touch,
From the one I love so much,
If I could gaze upon your smile,
For just a little while,
To know that you miss me too,
As I'm thinking of you,
To hear the sound of you breathe,
Knowing you'll never leave,
To see you walk up to me,
Then embrace you tenderly,
To just be with the one who's sent my heart reeling,
And brought about this downpour of emotion and feeling,
I sit here alone in my office tonight,
And pray that somehow this all turns out right,
I've never been one to do more taking than giving,
I'm not well off but I work hard for a living,
I've told you many thoughts that weren't borrowed or bought,
And in lifetime, who would have thought,
That I have found someone who was just meant for me,
I can't explain the magic or why this should be,
But there is one thing that I know for certain,
That this just ain't over till one of us draws the final curtain,
For I've seen an angel and I want you to know,
If it's my choice to make, I'll never let you go,
Don't know what life holds, maybe there's no reason or rhyme,
To think you may be mine in a matter of time,
And though I cannot touch you and we are now apart,
My Love, you do dwell, so deep within my heart.
 
This is one of my favourites.

Don't Be Fooled by Me - Charles C. Finn:
Please don't be fooled by me. Don't be fooled by the face I wear, for I wear a mask. I wear a thousand masks, masks that I'm afraid to take off and none of them are me. Pretending is an art that is second nature to me, but don't be fooled, for God's sake don't be fooled.

I give you the impression I'm secure and that all is sunny and unruffled with me, within as well as without, that confidence is my name, coolness my game, that water is calm and I'm in command and that I need no one, but don't believe me, please don't believe me.

My surface may be smooth, but my surface is a mask--my every varying and ever concealing mask. Beneath it dwells the real confusion, fear and aloneness. Beneath lies my smugness, my complacently, but I hide this--I don't want anyone to know it.

I panic at the thought of my weakness and fear being exposed. That's why I frantically created a mask to hide behind-- nonchalant sophisticated facades to help me pretend-- to shield me from the glance that knows-- but such a glance is precisely my salvation, my only salvation and I know it. That is if it's followed by acceptance. If it's followed by love, it's the only thing that can liberate me from myself, from my own self built prison walls and from the barriers that I so painstakingly erect. It's the only thing that will assure me of what I cannot assure myself, that I'm really worth while, but I don't tell you this, I don't dare--I'm afraid to.

I'm afraid that your glance will not be followed by acceptance and love. I'm afraid you'll think less of me and you'll laugh and your laugh will kill me. I'm afraid that deep down, I'm nothing and that I'm just no good and that you'll see this and reject me.
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Lonely Soprano

I’ve heard that melody before.
Don’t sing it again.
Those bars that trip over
half-notes
and measures
with tempo beating out 9/2 time.
Shattered arpeggios
that roll on beautiful soprano.
Please, don’t sing it again.

A piano
that I didn’t see
and couldn’t stop
played a harmony I swam in once.
Just a drink of those chords
turned my day into sour milk
and my mind shattered mirrors
of emotion.
It wouldn’t stop playing.

It’s a tune hummed in loneliness,
lost by time,
forgotten in love,
strummed by despair,
trumpeted by rejection
sung on a soprano
that lulled me to sleep.

Heavy fog in drowning rain
rinse the orchestra
from my silent heart
and wash the soprano
out to sea.

Poetry

They call it sculpturing
from inside
on paper
with words of truth;
a curse to the writer
where the heart is involved
and the pen
strikes the sword’s deep wound.
A prince charming,
a king among men,
and a lost actor
falls to the wiles of women
and cries, “No more!”
with his mind
but can’t convince his heart
of the same.
Shameless feelings bent in frustration
that spins in the vat of confusion
only to create depression
and great poetry.
But when the lines
drink of the girl on his mind,
she is gathered in someone else’s arms.
The writer’s curse
passed on in the gene pool
of hopeless romantics.
 
Lines in the Sidewalk

I saw the ants today.
They swarmed all over each other
and moved in some organized chaos
to an unknown but definite destination.
I watch them
with their resolved will
to conquer the enormous obstacles
that to us seem so small.
They wander through jungle lawns
and hike sheer curbs.
They lift a hundred time their weight
as they traverse the cracks in the sidewalk.
I marvel
because if it weren’t for those lines
in the sidewalk,
I wouldn’t have a scraped knee
and elbow
and I wouldn’t be watching the ants swarm.

Grandma

It was plastic wood
on the oak armchair you left me.
The dusty smell of your last minutes
settles on my senses.
I can hear your stories
so old, so long,
so many times.
Your white hair thinning
and your skin going limp
as you tried to maintain youth
forty years gone by,
past day
past dreams
past life.
Goodbye.
 
When a strong wind blows,
it rushes through windows
and lifts carpets or levitates straw.
A pond looks like rippled armor.
Branches, leaves, and trees dance.
All these things look different,
but in root and reality they're one:
the wind.

-Rumi, on the matter of life's appearances sometimes distract us from seeing the energy and intention behind them.
 
Raindrops

Raindrops are such funny things.
They haven't feet or haven't wings.
Yet they sail throught he air
With the greatest of ease,
And dance on the street
Wherever they please.
 
Each Moment of Love Remains like a Song

Each moment of love remains like a song
In the flow of our lives, in the lilt of our years,
Gripping our thoughts in its simple refrain,
Healing with beauty our unanswered pain,
The hymn of our hearts and the bed of our tears,
Your melody ancient, which we will pass on.
 
Afterthought

Maybe.
Is it bad?
I don’t know anymore.
It isn’t sure
or definite.
But love…
I’m not too young,
am I?
But the lack of response.
Who knows.
I’m confused.
Those eyes however,
both of them.
But is it right?
I mean, love…
I hate reality.
Even a romantic though.
Life’s too hard.
Why me?
Why her? Why her?
Why them?
What love…
I don’t know.
Loyalty has its limits.
I wish I knew
even how she felt.
After all, love…
Do I know?
Too much confusion.
No response,
no conclusion.
I’m tired.
To hell with women.


Autumn

Her breath is warm
on my neck
as her breathing
continues it’s steady rhythm.
I can feel her fingers
resting gently on my chest
twitch
in response to images
flowing in her subconscious.
My eyes
are closed
against the dark of the room,
the dark of night
hanging just outside the window.
Her feet are no longer cold
on my bare leg,
and the heat from her
slumbering body
causes me to slip one arm
and my other leg
out from under the covers.
The temperature will get colder
as she moves away
and night creeps through the window.
I let the comfort of her love
lull me to sleep.
 
Delicacy

One of the most beautiful roses in the garden
with petals so rich, soft and red,
yet so fragile that too much rough-handling
can do terrible damage.
Her inner beauty radiates as I lean near,
and inhale her sensitive, intoxicating fragrance
transporting me to heaven.
I caress her silken petals
avoiding any thorns with caution and kindness.
She blooms under tender care,
turning and opening under the warm kiss of the sun.
Gentle is the gardener who can discover
her beauty among the thorns,
but the reward is greater than any cost
for she is all forms of delicate.


What is This?

The soft, silken petals
dipped in warm blood
from the wound;
Thorny doubt that lingers
on impassioned nervousness;
The deep-piercing arrow
throwing thoughts
and emotions
into the voice box
and shaking it;
The lid opens
and they tumble out
in jumbles of confusion
and pour off the tongue
dripping onto the sweet,
crimson petals;
The bare cupid
spearing the pulsing emotions
threw them with the wind
but laid no cushion for them
to land on;
Hard, crushed petals
lying black as death
on a cold, concrete playground
next to shards of familiar
hope.
 
Friends will come and friends will go,
The seasons change and it will show,
I will age and so will you,
But our friendship stays, strong and true.

- Author Unknown -
 
Friends

There's nothing as nice as someone who shares,
your laughter, your secrets, your wishes and cares,
someone who's there through your good times and tears,
who stays by your side as your friend through the years.

- Autymn Skillings -
 
Love is strong yet delicate.
It can be broken.
To truly love is to understand this.
To be in love is to respect this.

- Stephen Packer -
 
As the spammers spam, the readers read, some ponder the change; others laugh at the attempt of transfers or dummies sent to play with the kids down the block. Flies go buzzing through the swill, ghastly hands come clawing out to pull the head of concern to the level of knowledge that is found on the RMB only to find that there is nothing but jibber jabber and thus pulls self back under the warm blanket of spam and falls back to slumber land.


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