Where were you when I screamed ou… Where were you when I cried Where were you when I could not f… Where were you when I died Your job was to protect me
The immortal spirit hath no bars To circumscribe its dwelling place… My soul hath pastured with the sta… Upon the meadow-lands of space. My mind and ear at times have caug…
Barry the badger is an inventor yo… He doesn’t look at the world quite… He likes to ask questions: like ho… Looking up at the sky he whispers… He designed a car that ran on pine…
When you carry all that you love w… you do not feel the melting sun or the scourging wind or the sand that finds even the sm… to place its hurt, often in an ago…
Do you know what it’s like to be a sock on the floor? A pair of pants
By Stanley Collymore I didn’t know that I would meet y… nevertheless, I must confess, earn… in my mind that this eminent occas… would, all the same, present itsel…
THE lilies lean to the white, whi… The sweet limes send to the blosso… Soft kisses borne by the golden be… And all the world is alive, awake, And glad to the heart for the summ…
On that long day when England hel… Suddenly gripped at heart And called to choose her part Between her loyal soul and luring… We watched the wide, green—bosomed…
Out of the bosom of the Air Out of the cloud-folds of her garm… Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow
WE crept through reed-beds wet wi… The sun went down in gold; Hoisting her round triumphantly, The moon showed red and bold. The unseen sea upon our right
You, if it fall to you to take From us the lamp that Athens gave… Fill it with mercy for our sake, And light us gently to the grave. The Goth and Vandal rendered not
Lost within the shallow boundaries… haven’t lived in bout a year and y… Never really holdin on to what it… maybe it’s experience or maybe it’… See I never learned to love becau…
some days are really hard you see iam all alone and rarely happy its hard to live this thing called… theres ups and downs and too much… iam tired of living this lonely li…
I’m sorry for my ways, I’m sorry that I’m not what you e… Failure is all I can see in your… My life is like an uncompleted sto… That hasn’t had an happy ending.
What is it you see Through that veil between your eye… Do you see flowers? A palette of emotional passion? Or perhaps you feel the breeze
one hundred strokes we did on our hair each night thinking the brush would make all things right we would grow up and be
I’m tired of Love: I’m still more… But Money gives me pleasure all t…
Where is all the beauty that hath… Where the bloom? Dust on boundless wind? Grass dro… Shall Earth boast at last of all… All that suffered, all that triump…
Somewhere I read, in an old book… Is gone from me, I read that when… Of a man are counted, and his busi… There comes up the shore at evenin… To the place where he sits, a boat…
Oh, gray and tender is the rain, That drips, drips on the pane! A hundred things come in the door, The scent of herbs, the thought of… I see the pool out in the grass,
I See the snow-drops flutter Their white wings in the gale. I hear the robin utter On high his gallant tale. Look where the rash wind chases
Look six feet under Upon my soulless corpse My face, so bitter Like never before Tell me what you see,
NEVER more, when the day is o’er… Will the lonely vespers sound; No bells are ringing’no monks ar… When the moonlight falls around. A few pale flowers, which in other…
I was in my twenties and, raising… Duran and, J.D when the neighbor… from us at the old apartments tol… they where making to much noise gi… did when playing.
Music, one simple and powerfull word an action, and an expression that defines feelings A way in wich we express,
WE galloped down the sodden track Close buttoned ‘gainst the wind; I took the lead with whip and spur… And Arnold rode behind. The skies were wild; a rending gal…
Poetry Who am I? I am a poet! I did not choose this path This path chose me.
Its dark and the moon hangs high. Wolves are howling under the bright light. I sit alone and wonder if this man is true. The old man standing in the corner of my room. His words sounds ...
AND I shall lie alone at last, Clear of the stream that ran so fa… And feel the flower roots in my ha… And in my hands the roots of trees… Myself wrapt in the ungrudging pea…
with the lamplight at my back it feels like someone else is ther… my ears are full of wax and ghosts everything i hear is haunted headphones plugged into a headston…