I started writing poems last 2/21/2015...Inspired by reading someone's enormous amount of poems. I hope that you enjoy my poems. Please comment on my poems if you'd like...good or bad...I'm open for suggestions to improve my writing.
Lost in my deep,
singing a song...
I can’t see far
When I drive my car—
I can’t see near—
She left the room
with unsteady gait.
Her heavy heart wept for him
In her statuesque beauty,
A figure, so grotesque I can see.
She was meticulously carved with c
But a darkened soul inside shrieki
Layers of contrite, mournful devou
With your mystical gaze
Love hovered so divine.
In your amber-brown eyes,
The warmth... I felt
as you gazed upon mine.
He hurled his contemptuous insult
With regards to nothing.
She played and danced with the tun
and they both roared in laughter.
They smoked the house with thicker
I walked through the threshold of
In that place, sanity became obsol
I walked the path and hardly disce
The theatrical web’s pantomime’s d
I felt the angsts in chaos like bl
With eyes closed, I implore the w
to send you kisses from my lips to
Hoping they're not swept away in t
I’ll swim the seven seas and find
Where you set foot to remain this
Beautiful smile...pearly whites sh
bedimpled cheeks... and your after
Warm hugs and sweet kisses
desserts after delicious dishes.
Warm water flows
over my body
I saturated my being with all thei
I swam across the thoughts they sh
Finding the meaning of it all...
Will there be one? I wonder.
In the remnants of my memories,
The man in his cowboy boots came i
“Is that your favorite among these
Startled at first, but, when I gl
Suddenly, I felt some fluttering
Dark skin with golden glow, pearly
Sing me a song of love and fate.
Devoid of exhaustion from contenti
The wall had appeared...
keeping permanence...I fear
Save me from anguish I feel.
She succumbed to the roughest touc
over and over again...
She was aware, but remained still.
overwhelmed with repulsion...
illuminated my way
through the tunnel of sorrow.
Coldness in the night
Along the dark alleys,
Through their constant lies.
Among bigots and hypocrites.
Knives on his back as they spit
On the ground he bellowed from the
What does inspire you?
Is it the thought of someone
who suffers from illness,
from grief of misfortune,
a lost love, a spell?
You are a swan with grace
kissed by moonbeam—
Casting your reflection
upon a tranquil lake
in this glorious summer night.
Warm days of summer brought rain f
Wet shirts and trousers hanging at
Wild and boisterous laughters hear
Warm smiles of children at play...
Wet and sweaty faces on display...
When I am mad, I hate everyone!
'Can’t help it, what a big annoyan
Holding anger, no fun for one.
I’d rather hold it or might hurt s
Since, I can’t wish ill-will to s
freakish to sight
As I walked once more
through a trail in the woods,
dried leaves crushed under my feet
The mist rose from beneath and lac
around the Oaks, Pines, Maples, a
The rich, brown, chocolate
feasts my eyes...
The sweet delicious aroma
lingers in the air...
in her head
Bring her flowers, bring her pies.
Some dandelions, but not blowflies
Pick up a stick, she won’t even mi
She’ll appreciate whatever you may
Glasses are turned
Up for his drinks
Stack the card decks
Black Jack’s the game
Winner takes all!
Whisper to me softly
and caress me gently
with your hope of dreams
for us tomorrow...
Let us listen to nightbirds
I walked the blackened sand beach
of what gave me comfort and sorrow
Yesterday, the tide was high,
and now it has subsided...
Seaweeds and seashells
His lamenting soul
Hoping for great redemption—
Find me reasons
to be true to my heart
You broke it once, twice...
keeping my eyes forever blind.
I wonder... What tree is it?
Is it the tree where whirlybirds n
or the tree where to hitch helicop
I see... now, you tell me...
It is the Maple tree!
Pitter-patter of raindrops...
right above the rooftop
At the bottom of the rain spout...
the barrel awaits for every drop.
December months bring rains and st
They are called monsoons.
A child trotted along behind her
They trudged muddy thoroughfare,
Searching a place of communication
Hypnotizing sways of pendulum
fade away from my vision.
Transcending world of one’s
dark epoch, caught in a turbulence
Today is a new day,
but seems like a parody
of yesterday’s event.
Wait for a moment...
for a wake-up call...