I have lain in the sun, I have toiled as I might, I have thought as I would, And now it is night. My bed full of sleep,
Snowflakes fall on frozen ground, Soon the landscape is turned pure… The footsteps from behind we see, By the snow’s reflected light, Ahead the snow is unspoiled,
Shall time and failure show me the… I pray the lord my soul to slumber… In the shadows i will be wicked ca… Evermore for what it’s worth i am… I will remain in torment and be fo…
Could man learn to nurture nature To love abundant flora and fauna The trees, streams and meadows The pastures, and the hedgerows The wild flower and bumble-bees
No words that I have written will ever seem enough, About a man we all knew a man that was tough, A man that was stubborn but
A homeless man, lifts his head;awa… Yet, all he sees, is darkness;as h… Slowly, his eyes, adjust, to the d… Wondering, if the sound, was a dre… He struggles, to move about;strain…
Of flawless eminance grise and gra… You are Diamond of the first wate… A pillar of strength Our bedrock My aegis
Jesus is Savior And he is my King Jesus Christ is my life He is my everything He Loves me even though
Ask Not Whom the Toll Bails A Grecian corpse’s mouth containe… Placed there by kin who thought he… To pay the toll required to cross… (A job that Charon got through po…
V.1-6 C. M. The last judgment The Lord, the Judge, before his t… Bids the whole earth draw nigh,
You can’t love someone who is hurt… They think they’re protecting them… all the while they’re hurting you And your soul knows no rest So move on
I dreamt I conquered the world I feared all that could I dreamt in color I lived in the dark I listen to the same notes
If we must cheat ourselves with an… Then let it be a dream of noblenes… Since it is necessary to express Gall from black grapes—to sew an e… With a rusty needle—chase a spurio…
By Stanley Collymore Just because you are her biologica… mother doesn’t in the least sense unquestionably automatically, authoritatively, irrefutably and m…
Down beside the loathly Pitch Lak… In the stately Morichal, Sat an ancient Spanish Indian, Peering through the columns tall. Watching vainly for the flashing
Vagabond heart, searching for joy… Trying to cast away old hurt and s… Afraid it is to trust the future s… Baby steps, one step at a time wit… Long and winding the road is in si…
Wear them, my shoes, just even for… Endure the agonizing pain. Hold on to all these buried fears. Stifle away the millions of tears. Stay hidden behind a mask of disco…
My greatest fear is losing control but I’m not in control I have an eternal soul but I’m afraid to die I’m scared of making mistakes
The poet’s fancy takes from Flora… Her buds and leaves to dress ficti… With the green olive shades Miner… And give to Beauty’s queen, the q… But what gay blossoms of luxuriant…
‘Who hath not felt that breath i… A perfume and freshness strange an… A warmth in the light, and a bliss… When young hearts yearn together? All sweets below, and all sunny ab…
En Route En route’ Life aint nothing But a Traffic jam
I wrote this poem for you my dear, Just take a seat and listen, Pay no attention to the blood on t… Don’t notice how it glistens. The poem i wrote is short and swea…
It’s funny how he seeks perfection, expecting it from every direction, He says she must have purity; in past in present, Untouched, un-defiled, perfectly sealed ready for her introd...
WHY Why do I cry myself to sleep ever… Why do I constantly question am I… Why am I taking pain pills to fix… Why do your parents think me + you…
If you’re the judge or the jury There’s never a real hurry To speed it up, solve the problem So here’s the deal, I will solve… Come to a conclusion.
There’s something touching about an unemployed man on plastic chair outside a tobacco shop dolefully scratching numbers on a card,
As ’tis appointed men should die, So judgment is the next That meets them most assuredly; For so saith holy text. Wherefore of judgment I shall now
By Stanley Collymore Crimes against humanity, never were and still aren’t the sole preserve of non-whites either collectively or globally, n…
What is it like to fear your mind? To stand alone as one of a kind, No chains, no cell but never free, From the voice that is inside of m… His voice is louder than a crowd,
As I understand it, what you desire is information about ‘my first lie, and how I got out of it.’ I was born in 1835; I am well along, and my memory is not as good as it was. If you had...