When you look at the moon I see your smile. When you speak to the moon, I hear your whispers. When you cry within the moon’s sig…
A poem about a women, A wild flower, rare, beautiful, and surprising. She stands strong and distinguished amongst the rest. Her natural yet subtle beauty entrancing, The clarity of Natu...
The Real is meaningless but doesn’t lack meaning The Symbolic is meaningful but can lack all meaning We can only navigate
By Stanley Collymore Survival is the only potent antidote to the innately destructive forces that are within
Ignoring riptide warnings, acting… Swept away by the current and poun… The stakes are high; a matter of l… Doing battle with Poseidon, gaspi… Finally surrendering to fate, I s…
In the scorching heat of a still-m… The Mayflower burns under an angr… and the Paxton yearns for the skie… Inside the ninety-two second; So silent, so still.
(1) My back, now bare, is seared by the ignition, of your escaping flame. And behind me, a valley,
The path stretches along open fiel… it winds and weaves through narrow… should one day your candle go out… do not despair nor fear the darkne… breathe in the stillness of the ni…
Shh, can you hear that? As my heart flutters so You are doing that my dear You are making our love grow So sweet and sincere
I see the part you want me to play A game it is only to say The least is yet to be discovered The mask on your face, not yet unc… Who are you to say what’s best
Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlis… Beethoven zeigst, und seinem Will… Mit den zehn Fingern fuehrst der… Zehn Zungen sagen was der Meister… Schauend dich an, ich seh’, dass n…
One day, she’s hoping you’ll come over to her house stand outside her window just standing there thinking about how beautiful she i…
A white well In a black cave; A bright shell In a dark wave. A white rose
By Stanley Collymore Hang on a bit don’t I know you? Y… that leftist, terrorist-loving twi… a serious journalist as you strive… heads of but as well perniciously…
In the darkness of the night I sc… Screaming in terror but no one ans… They cant ear the fear coming from… Lost in the shadows without a sear… Looking for light that is not ther…
I feel the cold against my skin, My mind is whirling yet again, A thought, one simple and so pure, Leads my mind only more to lure, I am not afraid. I tell myself,
V.5-9 L. M. The perfections and providence of… High in the heav’ns, eternal God, Thy goodness in full glory shines
When we laid together that night you told me that you didn’t want t… You said that we should leave each… and then find another I asked you what brought you to th…
By Stanley Collymore I’ll not put up with any situation… think you can treat me as an after… someone who you evidently and condescendingly opt to spend your…
If, in this life, you’re lucky eno… Will you, accept it, for what it i… Can you let it, drive your heart,… Or will it, find you, unfulfilled,… Love, is not forced, and it never,…
Stop spending your nights trying to figure out the unbearable question of ‘what if’. There is no ‘what if’. There never was. That is why you always questioned your self-worth. That is w...
By Stanley Collymore To fail having done your best isn’… something to be ashamed of at all– however, to win just by relying on your natural
Close your eyes, remember me, for fortunes hide, we cannot see, In times we’ve had, and those to c… nothing to hide, no need to run. takes moments to hold down, hold f…
I’m done with you sick of all your lies I love you but I dont need you I can live without you
Where this time? The pair makes several tries— my hard hat, a can of nails, windo… all filled with leaves. How do they judge
Mackay’s hot wrath to Bonynge, di… Of blows unnumbered, heavenly godd… That wrath which hurled to Hellma… Two heroes, mutually smeared with… Whose hair in handfuls marked the…
I think often of you Often of my thoughts of you Remembering you on the second stor… Hanging with tips tight Grasp
No feeling All numb No emotion No cares No feeling
Pollination. Cross pollination. Global chats. Virtual
Clear Ancor, on whose silver-sand… My soul-shrin’d saint, my fair Id… O blessed brook, whose milk-white… Thy crystal stream, refined by her… Where sweet myrrh-breathing Zephy…