Oh, to be free. Free like a birdie. Flying above The mountains, seas and trees. Making friends with bees.
Darkness what is it? What cause it? Can you feel, see, taste, or Hear it? Darkness is like
It shall come to pass that weed wi… The assault against the folk who u… Will come to an end and will be fi… Resigned to the annals of historic… An illogical cannabis edict viewed…
Thou sacred nymph! whose pious car… Pours from thine urn this mineral… Whose healing draughts, like cryst… In pleasing murmurs here distil. Who guid’st the stream, and joy’st…
It was just like in old movies, wh… and the wave’s fringes lay calmly… She felt her toes curl beneath her… holding all the world right there,… Her eye lids closed around her eye…
What road are we travelling? What road do we wish to be on? Is this the road to heaven, passing through the Valley of Dea… or the road to hell with the desti…
By Stanley Collymore Concentrate less on who I am and much more on what I am– that’s where the essential
This is it, life should cease to e… Now I’m alone, i have so much to… And all i wanted, was to feel need… I tried so hard, yet left my heart… And now, all this time has passed…
Techmag affect. Technology magnification. Overwhelming.
Mirror image of myself. I look into the big beautiful eyes of innocents. I see images of who I once was. I find myself protecting the innocents of myself. Delivering her the very best ...
I dreamed you were the sea; I dreamed you pounded With foamy fists, the sad face of… Waking, I lay beneath you, And the room resounded
You with your tongue, full of pretty little lies. A never ending web in which you have strung, something you can’t just beat down with a broom. This web you’ve created holds my heart in...
It had been raining hard all night; when the morning dawned clear everything looked vivid and unnatural. The wet leaves on the trees and hedges seemed to emit a real green light of thei...
As a sword in the sun A glory calling a glory Our eyes, seeing it run, Capture its gleam for our story. Singer, marvellous gleam
i woke up one day wasn’t feeling my best i had developed an illness all i wanted was to rest i was taken to my doctor
It’s no coincidence that a mirror… making all self-examination a form… in which I observe myself to remak… in my own image This only works if I believe
By Stanley Collymore Ride the wild horses of fear And taste the thrill of Discovery! © Stanley V. Collymore
Short space shall be hereafter Ere April brings the hour Of weeping and of laughter, Of sunshine and of shower, Of groaning and of gladness,
I’m hollow inside my heart has been ripped out and burned there is nothing left but ash. Yet this ash still manages to hurt me. Sometimes I wonder how much pain I can actually go throug...
Where the horizon lies On a romantic beach With crystal skies There are two lovers With heartbeats in sync like one
The sun adorns the horizon, With an artist’s sunrise, As an angel flies along, Inside fears disguise, Doubt’s and assumptions cloud,
I am super excited to announce that I have officially published my first book, a collection of poems I have written over the past couple of years. It is titled “Somewhere Warm” by me, S...
In Lady Lusher’s drawing-room, wh… While cultured caterpillars chew t… In Lady Lusher’s drawing-room, up… The democrats of Toorak met to pa… They hearkened to a long address b…
My daughter has lived overseas for… of years now. She married into roy… won’t let her communicate with any… friends. She lives on birdseed and… of water. She dreams of me constan…
so, come on then, brilliant one, see, i’ve been waiting for you with eyes
Manipulate Manipulate I will make u love Me I will make your dreams Reality
So much of ballast Chugging away in the dark Not worth the effort.
I started a rhyme Then a thought chimed in And another And another So I thought about my thought
Melanie is from a small town and finds a job in a big city and meets Bill, the man she wants… marry so she calls Alice, her sist… older and married, for advice.
Too tired to crimp to a swaying rh… all this and nothings changed wond… potential of ceasing moments colle… Like the shadows beneath leaves as… Too tired to crimp to a swaying rh…