Sometimes when I close my eyes I think about a time when I wishe… Because of how birds would fly Above so high within the sky The way that they soared
You were the light of my life So tell me why You decided to burn it to cinders And leave me in darkness
By the Eldest Grandson. A rainbow span of fifty years, Painted upon a cloud of tears, In blue for hopes and red for fear… Finds end in a golden hour to-day.
I wake alone the house is quiet and I know that… Gone to meet another as she rises And she fills his world with light I cannot fight
The doors I hear every morning She chose French that’s her name. She stands inside
By Stanley Collymore I know now why you empathize so much with the bicycle; it’s the same reason that your many lovers empathize with
We who beg for bread as we daily t… Country lane and city street, Let us kneel and pray on the broad… To the saint with the vagrant feet… Our altar light is a buttercup bri…
It’s said at times we can suffer, With the pain of a broken heart, Though the heart keeps beating, It searches for it’s other part, It’s obvious it’s just a saying,
Who ever thought we could be together till now? If I knew better I would say our love is made out of solid rock where our names are angraved with golden letters, where chains of promise...
Far in the forest depths I dwell, The master mimic of them all, To pour from out my secret dell Echo of many a bushland call, That over all the forest spills;
Known. What is known? How much to know?
I’m lost. I’m always lost. I find myself running but to no wh… I’m talking but not to someone I’… I kiss someone but it’s not for me… I’m not sure what it is about me m…
The bubbling brook doth leap when… Because my feet find measure with… The birds know when the friend the… For I am known to them, both grea… The flower that on the lonely hill…
By Stanley Collymore You talk constantly and convenient… of your undying love for me and as well fancifully speculate about us sharing the future together, stubb…
She loved him. Let that sink in. She felt deep love for him. She sat home, awaiting the hurt th… Knowing he was having fun.
When Alexander Pope strolled in t… Strict was the glint of pearl and… Ladies leaned out more out of fear… For Pope’s tight back was rather… Often one thinks the urn should ha…
We grow cannabis and marvel at her… We are in awe of her leaves and st… We feel it is our duty to propagat… To cultivate various strains of hi… And to rear a natural remedy of gr…
Help Lord, for godly men have too… And left the earth to be the wicke… Not one that standeth fast to Tru… But fears, or seeks to please, the… When one with other fall's to take…
Tell you what I like the best— ‘Long about knee-deep in June, ’Bout the time strawberries melts On the vine,—some afternoon Like to jes’ git out and rest,
A burning glass of burnish’d brass… The calm sea caught the noontide r… And sunny slopes of golden grass And wastes of weed-flower seem to… Beyond the shining silver-greys,
I think I can do anything, I can dance, draw and sing.. I also play volleyball, badminton… But there is one thing that I can… It is about you and what I think…
Sadness Waves of anger, compassion for the… Expressions of love and concern fr… Pain of lost life and limbs, lives… Joy turned to panic, shock, soul-r…
She is the first to venture out in… careful not to make a sound. Her bright colored attire reflects upon the frost laced covered grou… Unfamiliar faces stop to smile,
This could be us (happy), but we lack trust, so when where together we attract, but its called lust, and if we get too close we will bust. My heart would be burnt too dust, so as I love...
❤️ There’s something so different abo… The way your touch abruptly sends… You so delicately put back togethe… —TS
I remember that you always told me to be the sun, that my name fit so well but I never believed I was light, I could never see what you saw in me. I overflowed with fear and tried to co...
Golden sunbeams dance upon the gre… As summer’s warm embrace envelops… The fields of wheat sway in the br… While wildflowers nod their heads… The hills and valleys roll on and…
My anger’s cowled with joking, And vents more as I age. My razor wit is blunting, It plucks more than it shaves. I’m catching myself smoking,
By Stanley Collymore Genuine love can sometimes be so overwhelming that most regrettably it doesn’t work out, and so unfortuna…
M’acaça i m’espenta assetja els me… s’alinea en fonemes de versos puja als olimps del déus i baixa em crema em bull l’intern. De la punta d’una ala fins a la pu…