Tambourine Soul
Metal, acid, ice and fire, Sugar, steel, a churning pyre, Words, across, to the town crier, Lier, lier, die desire.
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Metal, acid, ice and fire, Sugar, steel, a churning pyre, Words, across, to the town crier, Lier, lier, die desire.
It's a funny kind of day with the missus not around A birthday treat from work and she's gone to paint the town Not that I'm complaining for everybody needs some space But it will be strange for...
Okay. Here's another blind write. No brain at work. Or thought behind. It's too late to think. At twenty to three. I'm half asleep. And I can barely see. Oh well. It's all okay. Today's little rhyme.
The flowers won't grow in winter And the birds have all flown away The house is as still as a church On this bitter, frosty day Outside it's refusing to snow But there's plenty of ice on the...
The ultraviolet minutes Are rose moments when, The sun rises in the morning Later sets, and then The Earth gets bathed In a purple hued glow, Bleakness is vanquished Ethereal magic is...
A beautiful day, it is. A cloud, not,but in the sky. Levitation, my speciality it is. Use the force, to go way up high. Beating on my bald head, the sun it is. Too soon, the dark side it will come.
Your eyes go blotchy. They're red from the pain. The pain of crying. Crying away the day. But just hear me. Hear what I've got to say. You are beautiful. No matter what they say. Just like a relative.
Walk with me down the alleyway To my house at the end of roads It is humble, I must say But perfection amongst abodes Bread is baking in the hearth Chestnuts roasting on the stove Warmth is...
#ColourChallenge #Heather @Eddie12309 If I had to describe Heather I wouldn't know where to start I think it really does depend whether Parma violets are lavender to start. If they are.
This was not originally intended to be a love poem, but it had a mind of it's own. Oh well...
You're a song. In the key of E minor,. I know the. Chords by heart,. Each note,. How it hums. And fades when. Left to ring out,. Put a capo on the. Second fret,. Make every stanza. A heartbreak.
There was a reason love was created But the world may never know its reason. Love is also very complicated. It may make your heart to be with treason.
So recently my poems have been depressing, About heartbreak and stuff that's distressing, So I'm going to cut the crap, And talk about happiness how about that.
My attempt at Shakespeare/olde world lingo lol ;-) O' love, why hath thy abandoned thee. Why doth thee feel so hopeless and empty.
I once held a precious treasure, a fragile beauty in my hands. A prism of reflective pleasure, with gentle radiance it shone. It was formed with compassion, in a furnace fired with love.
Love is such a simple word, Yet so difficult to define; It can bring about such joy and pain; It tastes both bitter and divine.
I'd scoop up the stars and put them in a jar but that's still not far enough. I'm the colors of the earth almost something you can't see. Wild like the ocean but calm as the sea.
I need,. I crave,. I have,. To save,. I want,. I must,. I yearn,. I lust,. I will,. I still,. Deserve,. The thrill,. In turn,. I'll learn,. I need,. To earn,. I've shown,. I've grown,. I have,.
Paint the ground and feel the grass. Yellow eyes in photographs. The sun is shining down on me. I'm so happy you wouldn't believe. Smiles on your pretty face. The way you move with beautiful grace.
Some use words as though they're knives, They'll slice the air and ruin lives, Cut the mood then fear arrives, Move through your veins in swooping dives.
My head is full of ideas. My quill will never loose ink. My mind doesn't have an off switch. Just think think think. So many compartments. So many things to say. So many things I want to write.
Stop pretending, Show your true self. Remove the mask, And say you regret it from the start.
() Light a candle | | Lift the gloom | | Place one inside | | Every room Pictures form In dancing flame ...
She was alone, he was too shy.. They both met in a library, Where books were piled high... She was sitting on the floor, reading the best of Poe..