By Lou in texas on February 16, 2010
In this world we are in a hurry always to ponder and alway’s to worry, living slow and some living fast leaving behind thing’s that are passed follwing not! and following still.
our world or worry it is so filled, not taking time to rest avast but slowly wearing down our ass.
not carefully exploring abode,but [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Break, Friend, Happiness, joy, Life, list, love, Midst, Mom, Myth, Running, Rush, Vine, world
By Heart 4 poetry on February 2, 2010
The dark is too bright
and I’m falling awake.
My pencil won’t write
and this paper is fake.
This cactus is soft
and my fur coat is rough.
I love doing homework
and can’t get enough.
I hate to win
and love to lose.
I hate exciting games
and love boring news.
Spiders are my friends,
butterflies, my foes.
I know it all sounds strange,
but that is how it [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Butt, Butterflies, dark, falling, feeling, Foe, For you, Friend, Friends, Game, lies, love, poetry, smile, Sounds
By jivepoet on January 10, 2010
(1)If you’d found a way to hold your own against the playground bully,
Would you go to school reunions now, and share old classroom tales?
If you’d opened up, so counselors could understand you fully,
Would the knowledge they’d acquired have taken more wind from your sales?
(2)If you’d stood up to your father, when he made you go [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged alone, Brain, child, childhood, Choice, Christian, class, considering alternate outcomes, destiny, Father, Foe, Friend, Friends, girl, Lad, leaders, Life, list, Mom, night, nostalgia, Rain, reviewing one's past, School, Travel, Voices, war
By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
(1)Young Tom visited his great aunt, until he was ten years old,
And soon after his next birthday, her old mansion would be sold,
Since she died, and he would miss them both, as nine years changed the date.
He completed school, did two years work, and started college late.
(2)At the end of his first Uni year, he [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Angel, Ash, Awe, Break, change, Cheeks, Chocolate, Clouds, cry, cycle, dark, Desk, Ears, eyes, feeling, Feelings, Flower, flowers, Friend, Ghost, ghosts, girl, Grass, grief, Guess, heart, house, joy, kiss, Kisses, Lace, Lad, Lain, Life, Lips, lonely, Lost, Lost love, love, memories, memory, Mother, Mud, Nec, night, Nook, older woman romance, Picnics, Rain, School, Sea, shared nostalgia, sin, sleep, smile, Stories, Sun, Surprise, Tea, Token, Tree, Vine, war, world
By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
Well I’ve never bought a garage, but my searching never fails
To provide me with some novelties, at all those garage sales;
And I don’t think I’d be interested to own a pachyderm;
But White Elephant retailing’s how to end a school’s third term.
I’ve a china cabinet (from a second hand store) filled with wares:
China animals in jungle [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Ash, Friend, garage sales, house, joy, Lad, people, School, Sea, Shame, Trash, war
By jivepoet on December 24, 2009
(1)My first Blue Mountains journeys were on Sydney’s country trains,
With scenery improving, once I’d gone past Emu Plains.
I did not know the passengers around me, but perhaps one
Might care to play a card game, since we’d only come to Lapstone
(2)I closed my vintage fiction novel fast. So I could then look,
To see surrounding bushland, as [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Autumn, Bloom, child, childhood, class, Concrete, cool, Ears, fiction, Fire, Flower, flowers, Friend, Game, Gloves, Hill, Horses, house, Journey, joy, Lace, Lad, Lain, Life, Lost, Lost love, love, Map, memory, night, Rain, scene, School, Sea, sin, spring, Sun, Train trip, Travel, Tree, Trees, war
By Lou in texas on December 24, 2009
there once was a man named chuck he drove coast to coast in his truck he road through hill’s and cow trails just to make a buck. over the road and in the snow he traveled and traveled where most wouldn’t go many a day’s and nite’s he would drive till his butt [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Butt, Friend, Hill, snow, Thighs, 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 Debojyoti on December 8, 2009
Red blood trickles down my eyes
In the very thought of doomsday,
We will all die, erasing all the lies.
Here we are in this earth, counting our last sins,
Counting the last miseries, last hopes, last moments
Last lives to live with, for whom the soul laments (afterwards).
And when you go, let your breath rest
Let it take a sigh [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged blood, counting our last sins, cry, Doom, Earth, eyes, Friend, last hopes, lies, Mom, pain, Sharp, sin, soul, war
By abraham on November 9, 2009
The Clairvoyant
Little feet hastened on the grass,
To the call of a mother,
She was her mother since those days,
Days of gory crimes the two were unaware,
But there was one man, who knew it all,
He dreamt of white flashes and red rivers,
Suffered a saga of bloodshed,
Drugged himself to forget her,
Forgot her address to protect her.
On [...]
Posted in Poems & Stories | Tagged Ash, blood, dream, Ears, Feet, Friend, Grass, killing, Lost, love, Mother, night, Rain, Rivers, sin, Tea, tears, Tree, war, Wealth, woman
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