It was said life was a box of choc… Never to know what you will get Surprises around every corner Tasting the perfect one, congrats… But wait... that sweetness is flee…
By Stanley Collymore I want you and with such passionat… intensity that my entire body, ful… conversant with how I personally feel about you, spontaneously
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Sometimes we get lost in the thing… And it’s hard to find our way, Looking back into the past, Going forward into yesterday, There are however those rare momen…
There was the door With pain it opened It was dark Black as can be For you see
I wander the cities, I travel the… Across countless highways and brid… Searching for something other than… I cant see or hear it, but my need… Something greater than wealth, pow…
Self Everyone knows what it means A person or thing referring to one… Am I safe? Am I healthy?
strings that bind manipulate each step we take future, past, present-day threads tangling
There is connection between us You water and I fire We work a string of mastery Intertwining yet bad for one anoth… When mixed you may win
Watching life flying by tick by ti… People hating on everybody making… Tired of people thinking they can… I stand up and scream nah fuck tha… I am a free man and i stand where…
This fellow calls me sordid, that… Poorer in spirit than in purse, pe… Another’s humid eyeballs shine and… To tell some slip of which his lus… One has a conscience that can scar…
Hello, old cobber. Well, what’s… You’re lookin’ awful gloomy and my… Done in your dough? The horses b… Nobody ill? I hope it’s nothin’… Aw, don’t be funny. Foreign what…
She’s the girl with the pearly whi… Isn’t she beautiful I want to be… Oh really... A woman who keeps it together thro… A role model an idol she’s perfect
Darkness is what we see, when we are left fighting for what we want to be. The sun is far away, no light of day. Although there may be fire in the hearts of others, we can not feel that...
Scarce and hard to find is the abi… In your presence looking into your… It took a lot for me to let my gua… Telling you just how much I love… What it takes to answer all of you…
By Stanley Collymore You not only know how to rampantly turn me on but also how best to sustain and reinforce the interest you initially
Thoughts lingers in mind The dream was to write I felt the power not so kind I knew some would do it right Tell me, is this the way to start?
Te hablo a ti niña mimada, que esp… de los demás. Te hablo porque eres… mi mirar. Tu que sueñas con ser engalanada,… Te hablo a ti porque te toca, es t…
Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.
Taking shots in the dark looking f… I want this. I don’t want that. M… Wishing this pretty girl would loo… Gonna prove to her I can make her… Singing her a song. Dancing with…
I listen to the falling rain, And it seems it contains a voice, A voice I heard not long ago, That now leaves me with no choice, My dreams become a revolving door,
Remembering a perfect World A place where I’d once been. Trying to find the wherewithal To create this place again. Moving every mountain
fear is only in oyr minds yet we l… fear is weaker than our mind yet w… fear is ours to choose yet we don’… don’t let the fear inside you control you
Sweet undying moon, I offer you my song. With the stars in tune, heartfelt, i will croon to you the whole night long.
In the hustle and the bustle of th… classroom, you could hear the soun… If you should pause awhile, then take… within the room, you would notice…
I am the death bringer that fogs t…
Could I have my heart back please… I’m making this a general announce… As i’ve lost track of where it is Or whoever has it right now I can’t tell if it’s getting passe…
With your absence there is longing… That I wish would go away, But every night I am reminded, That love came in to stay, Though there are moments we all ha…
Have you ever wondered How the clouds move along If you believe its the wind I’ll tell you that your wrong I sit behind these clouds
What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something