By devotee1 on February 15, 2010
There are times
I can think only of you
Satisfied fully
Entering that place
All leading to you
The area of my mind
Wishing no outside of border
Within the curvature of your
Flowing, pure line
Over your natural texture
That scent indigenous of you
My Soul’s Aboriginal
It is here on tranquil plane
Back in the garden
Of Journey’s Beginning
Before the fall and erosion
Wanting only You
To breathe with [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories, Religious Poems | Tagged Dawn, Essence, Journey, Lace, Metaphysical, Mom, night, soul, spiritual, Sun, Travel
By Lou in texas on December 24, 2009
why are we here? for most that’s been a thought for other’s it’s just a passing idea that need’s no concern life gives us hope and worries and concern love, laughter and joy we recieve in return, some of us worry for day’s on end some of think when does life really begin.
does life [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged dark, Dawn, Friend, Friends, joy, Kindness, Lace, Laugh, Laughter, Life, love, Mom, Sad, Sadness, sin, smile, Sun, Worries
By PrairiePoems on July 19, 2009
It was a cld fall day-
In early morning-
Even the far off clouds
Seemed half asleep-
The endless plains reach on-
Nor know the dawning-
WORDS ON THE SKY-
WHO TAKES CARE OF MY SHEEP?
Who looks after the Fold?
Why did God MAKE THEM?
to seek for HOME, within
A heartless world?
The lonely wind blowns on–
Nor waits to answer
While winter comes-
With withered leaves underled-
Come [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged alone, Blow, Brambles, Clouds, Dawn, Deer, dream, Dreamer, Dusk, dust, Early Morning, Ears, falling, Father, god, heart, Lad, Lain, Laugh, lonely, Mold, Mother, Running, Sky, sleep, Sun, Tree, war, Warmth, world
By Shwets on June 18, 2009
“U”, gone astray.
Without the contemplation of my endurance.
Endless tears gush, yet, strong to conceal from the world.
Worse dawn and unkind dust, but still, memories are at its finest.
Staying alone, want to shriek and sob what would I have to do, flipside the worst?
Life, isn’t a bliss without you, waiting in wish, like I do?
Hope seems [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged alone, child, Dawn, dust, Ears, fun, Life, Lips, Lost, love, memories, Tea, tears, world
By Ms.Johnee on April 6, 2009
She pulled herself out of the water, nails digging into the soggy riverbank, choking on weeds and coughing up the muck from the riverbed. She lay still for a while, long wet tendrils of her dark hair straggling across her face, her fingers embedded into the moss and leaves beneath her. Her jeans, heavy with [...]
Posted in Death Poems, Prose Poetry | Tagged Ash, blood, Bound, Bud, Butt, class, cold, Concrete, Creatures, dark, Dawn, death, Dirt, Elbow, eyes, Fate, fiction, Flesh, Ghosts, Grass, Horizon, horror, Knots, love, Map, Moss, Muck, Mud, Nails, Nature, pain, Rain, Rebirth, Rope, Rose, Sea, sin, Sky, Sun, Thighs, Tick, Toes, Tree, Trees, world
By arjunsharma on February 23, 2009
1
Present Day
It was the first Monday in weeks when I was not in office before ten. As I saw the frosted sundial of my old citizen ticking eleven thirty, I cursed myself for the umpteenth time for choosing that insurance company. I found out that the other companies did not require so many tests after [...]
Posted in Stories | Tagged absence, addict, Addiction, alone, An orphan, Angel, Angels, Anger, Apartment, Aroma, Ash, Awe, baby, Bang, Beautiful, Belief, Best Friends, Bikes, blood, Bloom, Blow, Blush, Brain, Break, breeze, Bud, Bun, Butt, Celebration, Cement, change, Cheeks, child, childhood, Chocolate, Circumstances, class, Clothes, Clouds, Coffee, cold, computer, confusion, Conversations, cool, courage, Crackers, Crowd, cry, cycle, Dad, dancing, dark, Darkness, Daughter, Dawn, death, Depression, destiny, Devil, Direction, Dirt, Doctors, Doubt, dream, dreams, Ears, Earth, Elbow, Emotions, Emptiness, empty, eternal, Eternity, Eyelashes, eyes, Faith, falling, Fate, Father, Fear, feeling, Feelings, Feet, Fire, Fish, Flood, Flower, flowers, Fool, For you, forever, Friend, Friends, Full Moon, fun, Game, girl, Girl Talk, Gloom, god, Gold, Gratitude, Guess, Guidance, Habit, Happiness, Hatred, Hats, Haunt, Hear Music, heart, Heart Beat, Heaven, Hell, Hill, house, I love you, Images, Imaginations, imagine, Insurance, Jasmine, jealousy, Job, Journey, joy, Kids, killing, kiss, Kisses, Lace, Lad, Lain, Laugh, leave me, Left Hand, Lessons, Liar, lies, Life, Lips, list, loneliness, lonely, Loon, loss, Lost, love, Loving Wife, Lute, Madness, Magic, Mail, Many Things, Marriage, Match, memories, memory, miracle, Mirror, Misery, Mistake, Mob, Mom, Money, Moon, Mother, Moving, Mud, Music, Nature, Nec, Nerves, New Born, night, Ocean, pain, Passion, peace, people, Pies, Pleasure, Poem, Prayer, Presence, Priceless, Pride, promise, Rain, Reason, Reds, reflection, Relationships, Remorse, Rendezvous, Revere, Rivers, Rope, Rose, Running, Rush, Sad, sailing, Sanity, Satin, scene, School, scream, Screams, Sea, seeing, Shadow, Shame, Shape, Sharp, Shock, Shoes, Shout, Signs, Silence, sin, Sky, sleep, slumber, smile, Smiles, Sobs, Solace, solitude, Sorrow, soul, Sounds, Spite, Stomach, Stories, Sun, Surprise, Taxi, Tea, tears, Teeth, Temper, Throng, Tick, Tide, Travel, Tree, Truth, ugly, Urge, Valleys, Vastness, Veins, Vine, war, Warmth, Waves, wife, Wisdom, Woe, Woes, woman, Womb, world, Worries, Wounds
By lockheart on November 8, 2008
I used to believe in miracles ,
Used to think that I had a guardian standing tall ,
With auburn tresses falling delicately covering his untainted cerulean eyes ,
His hoary white wings would glisten in the velvety moonlight ,
His arms would form a hindrance to protect me from the malovelent ,
I would overcome all trepidations and walk [...]
Posted in Free Poems, Love Poems, Prose Poetry, Romantic Poems, Short Love Poems, Short Love Poems, Short Poems, Short Sweet Love Poems | Tagged alone, Angel, Break, Clouds, Dawn, eyes, Faith, falling, girl, heart, Heaven, Life, list, loneliness, lonely, love, miracle, Moon, Moonlight, Sorrow, Sun, Voices, war, Warmth, Wings
By tom on July 21, 2008
The little fawn
Woke up at dawn
To find, the doe,
His mother gone.
Where can my mother be?
This is not like her
To leave me.
He put a call
To Lady Loon
As well as to
Old friend mister Coon.
Both arrived that afternoon.
First they searched
The Glen
Where they said a prayer
Ending in Amen.
Next they searched the Glade
Where they met
An old milkmaid,
Who promised to aid.
A [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Bound, Brambles, Commotion, Dawn, Deer, Dell, eagle, eyes, Fawn, Friend, Friends, Glade, Lad, leave me, Loon, Milkmaid, Mom, Momma, Mother, Neighborhood, Neighborhood Search, Nook, Old Friend, Prayer, promise, Rose, Sea, Throng, Woodsman
By b on July 12, 2008
Earlier chapters:
The Rodeo Girl…the dance floor
The Apartment Problem
Glass Question Token
The Little Girl
Live Theatre with Etta
Etta Has Flown the Coop
Face to Face
Choosing
In Retrospect…
Yes
Etta and the Card
The last three chapters:
Part I
Etta and the Lie
Etta had just moved in with Jeffery when the lying began. She had told people that she was childless, married for money and lived [...]
Posted in Stories | Tagged Anger, Antiques, Apartment, Array, Aunt Mary, baby, Bad Luck, Bang, Beautiful, Blow, Brother, Bun, change, child, childhood, Children, Choice, class, Coffee, cold, cool, Coop, Corner Bedroom, courage, Crowd, cry, Cup Of Coffee, Dad, Dance Floor, dancing, dark, Dawn, Direction, Ears, empty, Family Poems, Father, fiction, Frey, Ghost, ghosts, girl, Grand Trees, Grass, Guess, Guidance, Hill, horror, house, Lace, Lad, Lain, Liar, lies, Life, Life Style, Little Girl, Loon, Lost, love, Money, Mother, Nature, Nec, Neighborhood, night, people, Pianist, Pore, Reason, Remnants, respect, Respectability, Retrospect, Ribs, Rodeo Girl, Running, Rush, S Child, School, Shoes, sin, sleep, smile, Sorority, Stairs, Sun, Swinging, Swinging Bridge, Tea, Token, Travel, Tree, Trees, Truth, Upscale Life, Upstairs, war, wife
By David Pekrul on June 6, 2008
I’m a child of the ’50s, and when, as a boy,
Had lots of ambition, but not many toys,
So the forest was my playground, the trees were my space,
I would rather be there than in any old place.
I would live in the treetops and hide in the leaves,
The boughs were my rooftop, the branches, my eaves,
And [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged child, childhood, Dawn, dream, dreams, Heaven, house, Lace, memories, Pride, reflection, Tree, Trees, war
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