A youth in apparel that glittered Went to walk in a grim forest. There he met an assassin Attired all in garb of old days; He, scowling through the thickets,
You feel the light rain on your sk… The hammock swings softly, your ey… The captivating scent of the ocean… Your mind at ease, floating on a c… You take the path that leads to th…
There are two worlds Mine is the first one The second one is the real one I just try to explain in a few wor… My world is a lot of laws
Something not to let turn complica… To ask for ‘ or to let happen If the sense of beauty ’ for The feeling of true care is there Right at the vertex of the heart
Promise of Peace Flanders… by Theodore Nelson Newham Teritorial Force 6591 This poem was read over and over a… Cornflower and buttercup, poppy an…
It’s disgusting what a world we li… everything hits you so soon. It’ll knock you off your feet, and… You can soar and soar, and swear y… That’s when life laughs and slaps…
By Stanley Collymore So you think you’ve the right to d… how I should live my life; providi… course, you should condescendingly determine that I’m even entitled
guess what you in the middle of ev… you go girl. go get them Tiger break a leg. you could win everything you wante…
They would have lynched me Had I not been secretly hurried a… To the jail at Peoria. And yet I was going peacefully ho… Carrying my jug, a little drunk,
A languid atmosphere, a lazy breez… With labored respiration, moves th… From distant reaches, till the gol… Break in crisp whispers at my feet… My book, neglected of an idle mind…
Curled up in the corner in dead of the night. Afraid of darkness and praying for light. Eyes peer from the ceiling.
I will watch the candles cry themselves cold stare out the oil lamp —until it b… at the heart of the ridiculous, be… the sublime.
WE have left our youth behind: Earth is in its baby years: Void of wisdom cries the wind, And the sunlight knows no tears. When shall twilight feel the awe,
You know that feeling? When you’re just waiting. waiting to get home, into your roo… close the door, fall into bed and just let everything out that y…
Everything was orange When The sun hazed Beaming on the forever green below Almost aware of what or when When The sun bled
I don’t want to any more Turn around and lock the door Pack our things and let’s make way To the lighthouse It’s a feeling I can’t tell
O word I love to sing! thou art t… For all the passions agitating me; For all my bitterness thou art too… I cannot pour my red soul into the… O haunting melody! thou art too sl…
Can’t swim; uses credit cards and… intolerable feelings of inadequacy… Won’t admit his dread of boredom,… numerous marital infidelities; Looks fat in jeans, mouths clichés…
Mystical being on a lyrical scene… Leaving phrases to dust Linked to my genes Part of my being Lines written on paper
all the world is a stage everyone has a part to play quite unfortunate but true in order to survive, in order to g… in order to not pass life’s curfew
Wail, winds of summer, as ye sweep The arching skies; O, let your echoes swell with deep… Woe-piercing cries! Old ocean, with a heavy surge,
She touched a stuffed animal zebra a lot. The juxtaposition in her mind between keys and stripes amused her. Can’t have what you can’t afford. Can’t bring in what doesn’t fit and eve...
The light is dim as the morning co… Your eyes adjust to the view of th… The ocean smell is carried into th… The majestic feeling soothes you a… You ease into the water and feel t…
My mind moves on like a triple-spe… Breathing beneath the ashes and co… Trying to seek a refuge that is no… And your face is still upon my mir… But I wish it wasn’t
I always wonder and ponder, Whether the one who never touched… Is sensible enough to feel the tex… Whether the one who never water th… Is eligible enough to relish the d…
Maybe some people Just aren’t meant to be here In this world And when I die I will feel my whole soul
When you make a promise it should… It shouldn’t be the first thing to… My heart is crying but it wont sho… Cause i hid it inside getting dark… Deep within my sleep my sadness ha…
There have been times when I coul… But you shall never hear me suppli… These long months that have magnif… Have made my asking less importuna… For now small favors seem to me so…
Friends come and go as time goes b… Close friends can turn into strang… Some friends are fake, some are re… When a friend break your heart onl… The real ones will praise you, the…
One night you came to me Word you said seemed Sword to me It was the night of ending Your word set me free Believers will say its a blessing