We should not sit us down and sigh… My girl, whose brow a fane appears… Whose steadfast eyes look royally Backwards and forwards o’er the ye… The long, long years of conquered…
A breeze blows fragrances through… And the aromas you can almost see, A thunderstorm leaves the air cris… And fond memory soon roams free, With a faint aroma of jasmine clos…
The shell of our lives, Protect us from the horrific truth… It shields us from the pain, That is reluctantly so recluse. We hide beneath it and
By Stanley Collymore Winds gusting, though noticeably w… intensity, upwards to ninety miles… waters with obligatory but far fro… cohesion doing their bit to portra…
She starves herself because she craves your attention. She cuts her wrists because she thinks you’ll save her… She hates herself
Babe cries, Mom comes sings sweet lullabies, I’m not the best of what I do, I can only pray it connects to you. Paint a picture, draw me a line, as I see the moon glow, I see the star s...
All these walls. Built in folly.… Only to block yourself in with mad… Your truth will not just stay as y… How the world can take a part of m… Even in the depths of despair. I…
Why ask, Why ask? Clearly like you early Neatly like Nearby You took much time to ask But though you saw the was no mask
Do not assume these words of hurt Are directed at you I have bared to you my heart and s… Yet our words remained withheld Do not assume these words of pain
We dance into the night Through sparkling eyes love and te… The night is drowned and filled wi… As the sun rises the music flies All the beautiful things in life a…
no matter what happens, no matter what makes you change your mind the thought of me waiting for you will never leave the mind. As the seconds, minutes and hours go by, I will wait for y...
In the green darkness of a summer… Wherethro’ ran winding ways, a lad… Carved from the air in curving wom… A maiden’s form crowned by a matro… As, about Lammas, wheat-stems may…
I fear death but when i felt the dark black feeling of candle on a verge of going out as beautiful as a black petunia and as calming as the sea the quite stone feeling for a split secon...
Hard by the road, where on that li… The high grass rustles to the pass… The child of Misery rests her hea… Pause there in sadness. That unha… Inshrines what once was Isabel. S…
By Stanley Collymore Please forgive me but I’m not in… damper on your good deeds, questio… minimize in any sense your act of… nor am I being ungrateful for, or…
I felt the warm summer breeze on m… and the rock by the seashore was m… The overcast sky was a screaming r… yet I felt calm and quiet. On that day there was a low tide
The light dims and darkness follow… It creeps and seeps into every cra… Consuming and desperately grasping Sinking deeper and deeper downward Reaching outward praying for an ed…
Healesville is a smiling lass, ‘Mid her encircling hills, Where down full many a mountain pa… The gold of wattle spills. She holds her hands out to the Sp…
Whatever value these poems may contain they are indicative only of momentary openings to the splendour of Sri Aurobindo’s poetic force descending in me and illumining and quieting my mi...
Sometimes you just wish the pain you have stop seeing those who are our love ones get lost in there way once there in heaven seeing when it rain is mean there crying to seeing you hurt ...
Sometimes its hard to hide some th… That inside we truly feel, And if it becomes vital to pretend… What things then are real, If you care for a person,
We would see Jesus; earth is gran… Flowing out from her Creator’s ha… Like one who tracks his steps with… His footsteps ever greet our sight… The earth below, the sky above,
THIS is a must This type of love I’m trapped in I have too much that I think my h… I’m talking of this love HE gives The love I’ve always wanted
If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.
Shall we dance? I think so. Shall we spend a week in bed Just you and me And watch the world fall away.
Dust of my dust, And dust with my dust, O, child who died as you entered t… Dead with my death! Not knowing breath, though you tri…
She stares out the window as the w… This is it, the present becomes th… Her heart is open for new chances Her soul looks back in glances The struggles her family faced
Kicking my heels in the street, Here at the edge of the pavement… Here in the crowd, the blent noise… Under the archway sheer, Sudden and black as a hole in the…
O, were my love yon lilac fair Wi’ purple blossoms to the spring, And I a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing. How I wad mourn when it was torn
I see a beautiful face on the stre… My goal in giving compliments is t… A light filled with beauty and con… But how is it that I expect to sp… Darkness filled with insecurity an…