Lord, my morning is cold but you w… Am in hunger but you filled me wit… My soul is wounded but you heal it… My life is burdened and you lighte… I am uncertain and you extend to m…
When i screamed for help, you were always there, When i needed to laugh, or simply cry you offered your friendship and stood by. When life became to much to bare, and i just gave up, it...
Ugly pain dripping from my heart like semen running down the leg of some sore—ridden crack whore
Foolish heart not to know better. You, the breaking impostor, the da… The collateral damage is expected,… A little light saying hello. The most remarkable piece of heave…
By Stanley Collymore Kate Middleton giving her brats a normal life oozes her dreadfully and risibly literally infatuated father-in-law, discernibly self-ev…
Alone at the loner stoner home of… I smell smoke and step a bit forwa… into to the tunnel of bright night… with chocolate and him shining lig… I cannot rhyme with a stuffed mout…
Former Lover Long term friend Current boyfriend where’ve you been we parted for so long
"I love you so much, you are so c… As rain waters the earth, you wate… For you know so much... about me.… I know that love is beaten and wor… So much, so much, I am awed by yo…
I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury… Had ever shaken hands with Captai… Or called him by his name, or look… So curiously, or so concernedly, As they had looked at ashes; but a…
In the middle of the darkest night… A heart has given up on itself;for… And in the lonely deepest dark;it… As the sounds that escape these li… In the middle of the darkest night…
By Stanley Collymore You are the voice of reason and th… someone who pricks the consciences… informatively so - of even the mos… diehard morons while at the same t…
If ever sea-maid, from her coral c… Beneath the hum of the great surge… To pass delighted from her green a… And, seated on a summer bank, to s… No earthly music; in a spot like t…
And to my son Yet to be born I can hear you With a gentle voice kind enough to silence broken hear…
The kindred arts to please thee sh… One dip the pencil, and one string… (Pope) Amanda bids;-at her command again I seize the pencil, or resume the…
The rain hits my window I stare at the ceiling The soft patter next to me Apathy I just feel apathy
Write a story about her Perfect in everyway Pure like untrampled dew Eyes that holds emotions with glas… Arms strong as though she’s a heav…
BARCAROLE ON THE STYX<… Fair youth with the rose at your l… A riddle is hid in your eyes; Discard conversational quips, Give over elaborate disguise.
'Twas at the disastrous battle of… Where the Berkshires were massacr… On the morning of July the 27th,… Which I’m sorry to relate was a p… Ayoub Khan’s army amounted to twe…
I wait for you With open wounds Will I see you When you get back Yes, call your mum
By Stanley Collymore You always were, still are and will forever be an irrefutably phenomenal inspiration in the lives of all Barbadians irresp…
I love you just the way you are But you don’t see you like I do. You shouldn’t try so hard to be pe… Trust me, perfect should try to be… I met you and suddenly the sun was…
The bird sits perched on the rooft… Of houses we want to call a home Perpetually seeking for its exist… thick clouds today Dad is more sick than he was last…
Softly the water ripples Against the canoe’s curving side, Softly the birch trees rustle Flinging over us branches wide. Softly the moon glints and glisten…
To Love is to abandon All rational and logic To act out of character And find depth within yourself To love is to put your wants
Solitude Listen to the salty silence A blisful gust Snowy whites against the pale sky They fly away from the noice
I know you’re hurting or you would… Be looking at this for help well t… It from me you’re a princess hold… Freakin’ head high in the air don’… Let people’s words put you down tr…
Home is where you go and you have to take their shit-eating grin
Days are blue Oh I dread It is a clue I’m losing my head Love is fearsome
I look in the mirror, A glutton I see. Who is that? That can’t be me. Who’s that girl?
IN the early morning-shine Of a certain day divine, I beheld a Maiden stand With a pitcher in her hand; Whence she poured into a cup