Take this phone face down in its c… She is always there Woken by the bell that never rings It sleeps on the table without the… They call back her past of abandon…
I had a pulse yet my heart lay sti… I saw the world but not for real My eyes were green but I couldn’t… Because before I met you, I had yet to break the spell
I’m not in love with her, I simply just want to be her. She is the bane of my existence. Her long chestnut brown hair grace… Her lips, pinker than the morning…
God’s mercy shines ; And our full hearts must make reco… For grief that burst from out its… Into strange sunlit bliss. I stood where glowed
Whenever I see my shadow, I see a broken silhouette, pieces of a person who used to lau… pieces of them that can’t be found… because they were lost in a see of…
Quick Draw McGraw taught us that in the wild wild west it’s better… shoot first and ask questions late… But Quick Bluff McGruff the Cyb… knows that on the World Wide Web…
Getting comfortable in My Own Sk… Doesn’t mean I have to share it w… No. Getting comfortable in My Skin me… fix his mouth– to tell Me.
Where am I going? What should I do? I can’t find a path... The one I should choose. Should I go right
I’ve never been to Shropshire I never think I will Because my house is in Wales And I’m a window sill
Can a nigga be a nigga if he ain’t… Can a lion be a lion if it ain't a… Can somebody be somebody if they a… Can a man be a man if he is not pe… "A real man does this"
I’ve lost my motivation, Due to the waterfall of sorrow, I don’t longer feel anxious; I’ve lost people a few times in a… My life is kind of empty,
Praised be the moon of books! that… A world of men, the fallen Past b… And fill the spaces else so void a… To make a very heaven again thereo… As when the sun is set behind a gr…
I beg seas to whisper to me, calm I bed trees to teach me, walk I beg autumn to delight me, transf… I beg summer to warm me, heaven I beg spring to renew me, resoluti…
CLOUDS Beautiful clear blue thin sky I wish i could be like clouds to s… Wanting to reach those birds flyin… If i were a cloud i will not let d…
It seems to mock me: all this heat… And the shrill paeans of the laure… As though the year God’s waking m… And came, like Lazarus, from the… Strange as the first creation from…
My roots are deep, long as two-tho… My branches listen, though I have… O Cerridwen protect this ancient… Beloved life in my sacred alcove. In spring, dress me in lovely pink…
You’re smile chases my fears away, You’re eyes make me smile, You’re personality makes me love you more than I already do.
By Stanley Collymore Honours system indeed! Just about sums up a Brexit Britain! Completely class-entrenched:
I know we both have had rough past… We knew they weren’t going last When it came to our first date You went home a little late I thought you would just come and…
Following the voices that reach ou… voices of my ancestors (embodiment of divine grace) I reinvent myself in their hearts. They shine,
I look beyond a window pain a frag… They are put into a poem giving m… Under that is my heart, and under… —Madison Stephenson
Down come the leaves, Like fleeting years, Or idle tears Of love that grieves. A tinkling trill,
The magpie and the bowerbird, its… predilection unheard of by Marco… when he came upon, high in Badakhs… that blue stone’s embedded glint of pyrites, like th…
Blinded thoughts are always poppin… I’m drowning in a pond that’s made… Pondering about what’s right and w… Thinking if what I believe in is… A short poem explaining the way I…
I always wondered why there are several teen archetypes on offer in The Breakfast Club– each with their own exquisite agon… but also the promise of redemption…
Burnished at first, then blemished— an earthly foreshadowing. Then bearded for a while.
There’s hurt and betrayal stitched… Coursed and surging within the bea… Sunrise times eternal, sunset by i… I long for the day where I smile… to admit that happiness is finally…
"Some scars are deep, they cut to the very bone of existence and carry us down a path we dare not go. Their ugliness is wretched, therefore we hide them from others and wish to never s...
Me? I’ll always be a mystery A faint whisper, a veil of secrecy But when searching eyes first meet… Flush of red, world bright of blue And so it begins– our touch of pas…
Ye daffodilian days, whose fallen… Shielded our paradisal prime from… Fair Past, fair motherhood! let c… We, being yours, defy the anarch p… For us the happy tidings fell, in…