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.
I can’t see far
When I drive my car—
I can’t see near—
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
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
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
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
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
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
Today is a new day,
but seems like a parody
of yesterday’s event.
Wait for a moment...
for a wake-up call...
The night was still...
by the magical spell
of tender moments together...
A quick glimpse of him
As we passed each other...
To the barracks ...
questions to be answered.
He was tied, no sense to fight.
A knock at the door...
I courteously opened
Thoughts flowed with mine...
'Twas a night when stars were not
The faint moonlight was emanating
through breaches of dark clouds.
A soft breeze rustled some leaves,
Happenstance is the answer
to meeting each other.
To certain degree, romance is in a
Happiness abound; there's no subst
However, it’s not enough...so, we
I have a secret to tell you.
a stranger appears
in my bedroom mirror
every waking moment.
He looks at me intently...
The “Weeping Willow” tree—
in Spring, I’d like to see!
Its name may sound so sad,
Somehow, it makes me glad!
Swaying gracefully on its frame
You are the sweetest melody
that awaken my senses—
perfect for symphony,
that elated my ecstasy.
You are the sweetest touch
Tip tap tip tap echoed in my sanct
Each day comes extra ordinarily
When I swim across the ocean of p
Filled with new lights for words a
Many were in deep melancholy
Words radiated with intensity,
With great ardor for poetry...
Faced with sorrow and agony,
He poured his soul incessantly.
He spoke about his troubled heart;
Suddenly, once grayish white cloud
turned deeper grey and floated in
Lightnings flashed behind clouds a
accompanied with roaring thunder
warning everything below
Turn me into a driftwood...
to drift towards the shore.
On the sand I’ll lay;
Don’t let the waves carry me away.
When the sun comes up,