Flowers bloom. Seasons change. Petals fall. Nothing’s the same. It’s been a while
I cannot take feeling What everyone’s feeling My joy, it is stealing My soul is left reeling I cannot bear knowing
Your face eludes me yet it’s the first thing I see. My daily mirage.
Sometimes in the lives we lead, It seems, we’re just going through… Looking for something to dull the… With all our drinks, pills and pot… Nothing on this earth will work,
Nature’s Careful Plan A proud ascending to the sky A silent pride without knowing A secret nest up way on high Building homes for future’s stowin…
THE thin white snow-streaks penci… That mountain’s shoulder gray, While in the west the pale green s… Smiled back the dawning day, Till from the misty east the sun
As social animals the central question of our lives asked and answered answered and asked day upon day
He Takes Occasion, From the Fate… When Beauty mourns, by Fate’s inj… Hid from the cheerful glance of hu… When Nature’s pride inglorious wa… Hard is that heart which checks th…
I’m dead to the world, but somehow… So confused, i’m wide awake and ye… Infatuated with Darkness, and i d… Within the womb of an Angel my fa… I try to keep the peace, to pacify…
the flowers lay torn with seeds split into thorns loose ends are dead ends where the rose bed once slept. city of sawdust and debris
By Stanley Collymore It’s very sneaky of you when you have sex behind my back but also very erotic; I quite
KLOSTER KEDAR, EPHRA… SISTER MARIA CHRISTINA s… Wake, sisters, wake! the day-star… Above Ephrata’s eastern pines The dawn is breaking, cool and cal…
Mimes selling wind chimes. Butterflies speak lullabyes. Birth is not a curse. Abortion is much worse. Family court is like a mad hatter’…
Shedding my skin. Doing everything I can to change… Can’t shake this feeling I’ll be going under soon. While parts of me slowly learn to…
Viscous liquid drips thick, thin s… Vicious pinprick sticks in, quick… Visit sickness dim grim rig tourne… Visage pigments livid with listles… Abyss and sin, heroin cyst with in…
Friends that last a Lifetime Your friend forever The person you lookout for Out for
But there was a window That standing silently Over the garden, peered out To the broken moon light And shade, and watched
You might think by the title, This is a poem about a bubbling st… But sometimes things really aren’t… Exactly what they seem, In this case it’s about a nursing…
A young man and his gentle miss, stole away and shared a kiss, and softly sighed in lover’s bliss… underneath the sycamore.... Each was the other’s heart’s delig…
There once was a storm, In the town, by my home, It washed away everything, Leaving me alone: All my friends, souls taken by the…
Shall we never lose these tales characters beloved imagined only to time Once forever blushed
Josh, has anyone told you lately. "YOU make me happy. You’re an amazing individual, not crappie. I’m telling you. You always had a twinkles in your eyes. Ambitious and hungry you a...
Maybe. Maybe, I shouldn’t have loved you… Then I wouldn’t have to live the… Hanging on to every lie you ever s… Maybe, I should’ve just walked aw…
The opposite of spring were every things green when the leaves change into a whole color range they fall free
You’ve been singing all those lull… To sugar-coat real life, And you can pull wool over eyes, But it’ll only make the pain doubl… All those dreams don’t seem so nig…
I’S feelin’ kin’ o’ lonesome in m… An’ my min’s done los’ de minutes… W’ile it teks me back a—flyin’ to… Whaih de Chesapeake goes grumblin… Oh, de ol’ plantation’s callin’ to…
The trees are green, the snow is w… The moon is looking full tonight The great Grey Wolf howls to the… And scares all the people back to… Our campsite is empty, all but me
Between the hilltops there’s nearl… I’ve heard there are cats in the d… Birds that barely know the lavende… The purple heads congregate and re… The raw power of wolf legs, the ro…
My heart beats fast, Steady and strong, I hear yours beating too. The life you live, The love you give,
In PhÅbus Wit (as Ovid said) Enchanting Beauty woo’d; In Daphne Beauty coily fled, While vainly Wit pursu’d. But when you trace what Ovid writ…