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I tossed a thought into the air And sent it on it's way. It travelled here, and travelled there, Getting bigger every day. It wondered on and on across This wondrous world of ours.
I hate Mondays, I hate Tuesdays. I hate Wednesdays too. I hate Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays. But at least I have the evenings with you. Sundays the day we can have together.
------------------------------------------ | My mind has been moulded | | To this rigid, regular block | | All creative curves are flattened | | I'm as slow and thick as a rock.
#colour Connie the conman thought it'd be funny To try and print some counterfeit money It'd make his retirement ever so sunny The ink was still wet and the Queen all runny He went to the bank to...
Dimpled smile on chocolate brown face feline grace, like a panther’s gait. Full lips and brown eyes Broad hips and perfect thighs. My heart dances to her rhythm When she shakes her tail feather.
Misty morning footfalls are all that I can find. A sign that you still tend to the garden in my mind. The longest dew washed grass seems to part if you are near.
LEFT BRAIN: let's make something pretty RIGHT BRAIN: Or work out the nitty gritty LEFT BRAIN: We could write a ballad RIGHT BRAIN: Or calculate the vitamins in a salad LEFT BRAIN: What if we...
My words have never been many My thoughts may never be known How am I to read emotion When i know not my own The living can say they understand But little do they do The world cannot...
Sappy sunsets drip golden light Orange Red Yellow Bright.
The Great Lover I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, the calm, and the astonishment, Desire illimitable, and silent content, And all...
#colourchallenge. There was a young man named Trey. Who's hair was silvery grey. The kids all made fun. Until he bought a gun. He became the silver assassin that day. There once was a man named Liu.
An explosion. Of darkness and absolute black. An explosion. From which there is no coming back. An explosion. There's no way to defend. An explosion. Bringing life to an end. An invention.
Love is like a summers day. Rain is gone and the butterflies play. Love is like a good vintage wine. Accompanied by oysters on which we dine. Love is like the breeze off the ocean.
What if. The train's late, The bus doesn't wait, You don't close the gate, You don't think straight. What if. The window's ajar, You don't go as far, You visit a different bar, Crash into another car.
God saw you getting weary He knew you couldn't face the road ahead, So he gently took you in his arms and took you home instead. He took you home to be with him, So your soul would be at rest.
#opussweeklychallenge. Dear Future. I hope that this letter. Wasn't written in vain. I hope it isn't lost. In the ash and the rain. I hope that the thunder. And the lightening desists.
She's feeling so down and out. Not her usual self without a doubt What can be done to lift her up If only jolly came in a cup.
S orrow will drown you, So O pen up and swim right out. Always, R emember you've been through, Much, R ougher times of doubt. Look, O n the horizon.
'Til this day, I won't be on. 'Til this day, it'll be sad until dawn. Until this day, I won't be on often. Until this day, rock will never soften.
(Never done this kind of poem before so be kind!) I'm exploring a Literary Jungle, The creatures here are very humble.
Is this fate, Or is this love. Is this real, Or a gift from above. Is this destiny, Or is this perfection. Is this true, Or just small affection. Is this life, Or is this your heart.
I'm kind of a geek Well some call me a freak But I honestly couldn't give a damn Yes I know I'm weird I realise I'm strange But really I wouldn't dare bother to change I like taking showers...
A kind of 'Christmas Carol' adaptation.
An empty screen, A full keyboard. An thoughtless mind, No poems stored. Rhymes go by, You watch them flow. Poems of magic, Yet none to go. A full keyboard, An empty screen.