Best Wholly Poems

When I lay me down to sleep,
And cry the tears that sinners weep;
To speak the words of a contrite prayer,
And know that someone listens there.

He...

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I saw Love climb upon the wind
Heard the laughter in the breeze
Tasted lilacs, jasmine, and honeysuckle
With a turn and twist Love caressed my skin
The scent...

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If ever a moment in real life deserved a romantic, melancholy
backing track, it would have been that one ... we'd spent the
entire afternoon at Ferry...

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Stillborn
a mood of aberrant colour
a stain on the Artist’s worlds
a heart pulsating with pain
a wide range of intense ardour
mixed  on a fine palette
and a...

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I fear as I drip my word
Teardrops would be overheard
No verse shall set its rhythm or whine
I dread my anguish is seen as I rhyme
Whatever...

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I was a planetary climatologist, who studied climate variability and change,
Like sweet variability of stunning, green tulips, in lavish garden rearranged.

Studying the said effects on...

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How does one answer, what is love;
it's part hope, part apparition.
But what it truly is; sort of
simply defies definition.

Have you ever felt so alive
that it...

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Dance for me beautiful butterfly 
Flutter me wise
Carry me upward to blue skies
Reveal rainbow effervescence to my eyes

My perfect moment encased in time
Within my heart...

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Some say you're not quite whole,
But I know better, Angel Child.
You live in a place all your own,
Free, unhinged, sometimes wild.

In precious moments you let...

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How populated this lonely world often feels
with so much warm flesh living cold and stony.
Some days, we ache for someone to hold us,
smile into our...

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Walking all night
On the glittering wet sand of a sea shore.. 
In the shadows of twinkling stars..
Through a silver airial fabric
of a tiny waning Moonlight...

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You, who are so perfect in my eyes, so beautiful- adorable, and I, so flawed, ugly, damaged and crawling with defects; why do you enjoy...

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OMNIPOTENT: HE KNOWS ALL


I know today, at this time
You... my son(man), may not wholly know me. 
but, may I ask you...

Have you   taken...

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I was pushed to write this comparison after reading the poem on Byron by the souper poet Gary Bateman.
Wandering on internet I found the Byron's...

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I saw how martyrs longed for love, and so began the play of my flitting heart
A strange girl had I become, with airs of fickle...

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