A lifetime given, To a life now taken. A love now silenced, Will be forever deafening.
’Twas on a gloomy afternoon When all the world was out of tune… And lover’s lot amiss, When Chloe, waiting by the stream… Awoke from love’s too pleasant dre…
Drained, like a cup that holds too… Dry, like deserts approaching noon… The inspiration juices flow Then turn to bits of coal Scattered like the sand upon a dun…
What difference can I make In the end? Greatness, honour, fame; I hold no claim to these; I hold no Illusions.
Roses are red Violets are blue i’m a bitch go die in a ditch
By Stanley Collymore Thanks for the compliments; But angels aren’t only to Be found in Heaven, You know!
You’re the sunshine that I wake t… And all the good towards my mornin… You’re that arrow Cupid sends to… And leave me love struck without w… When I’m daydreaming, it’s a movi…
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
There is Water on the floor, and… there’s fur on the sofa, and eyes… there’s drool on your work clothes… there’s crap on the carpet, not ag… on the carpet is muddy prints, fro…
She loves the city blocks, the neo… The way she feels after a glass or… I’m still stuck in here, where I’… We talk sometimes like old friends… I listen content to your stammerin…
And then Into a mystical fire I d… I jumped into the purifying herb f… Bathed in their heat as to gain wi… I leapt in with both feet, hand on… With a slight trepidation and curi…
my poetry isn’t about anyone speci… dealers choice. im not a grammar freak/ lover is for writing love letters over is when they burn your letter…
How can such a wound reach but inc… How can such sadness come from ano… How can such pain last only for mi… And how can the loss of one’s soul…
They may say: Love comes to an en… Let’s hold hands and let Time ame… Time is something you and I can a… Our broken hearts we could always… In adolescents, I thought you wer…
It hurts me a lot At night, when you say The things you don’t mean They still sting anyway It’s coming from somewhere torment…
I sputter and spin within my own c… Able to construct something that b… My own spiderweb, casting across d… wriggling myself from the hooks th… Across my arm that I cannot stop…
O waly, waly, up the bank, O waly, waly, down the brae. And waly, waly, yon burn side, Where I and my love wont to gae. I leaned my back unto an aik,
By Stanley Collymore Just because you are her biologica… mother doesn’t in the least sense unquestionably automatically, authoritatively, irrefutably and m…
The first time I gazed into your… I felt like I was on the best of… Their were times we’ve kissed, tha… It reminded me of the sweet taste… The first time you linked your han…
What was the blackest sight to me Of all that campaign? A naked woman tied to a tree With jagged holes where her breast… Rotting there in the rain.
I’ve been thinking about myself la… You say it’s selfish and I should… But I need to free myself from th… I’m being buried in the ground wit… I’m being cursed by every careless…
My head is spinning and you got me confused. You got my stomach feeling like its in a blender. You got my butterflies fluttering like they’ve never fluttered before, bouncing from left ...
let the pain in my heart come to a… Let the poison, Run in my veins,… It’s not selfish I’m just worthle… This is me being everything you sa… Even when I die, words will be sa…
I have wander the wastes of this world. Dealing with all manners of people, I have risked being jaded. Cheated on, progeny aborted unbeknownst, married, cheated on again, and divorced. ...
Oh, to be free. Free like a birdie. Flying above The mountains, seas and trees. Making friends with bees.
The far tidings of the wrath of th… had raught the thorps of the Norse… And forty years had dwined into th… since a wanton madness before was… The dread had suddenly become a th…
Some people they act like they are so cool really, the make people drool they act like they are pretty really they are snotty
affected by my surroundings i speak often but not enough i pay attention to everything i like looking at things i’m sincere
Is it snow or snowdrops’ shimmer Whitens thus the bladed grass, With a faint aërial glimmer,— Spring or winter, which did pass? For the sky is dim and tender
Walk towards each other static tingles whiles sharp memories burn your tonsils. Don’t you know you’re not alone he… everything is alright