Short Writting Poems
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I tore the filthy pages of my past,
And threw them in the stream
As memories to oblivion
I tried to cast.
But they floated back to shore,
For life's tale needs them forevermore.
Though stained,
Each page plays it's essential part,
In writting the story of my life.
C aring
A nd
R eal
O ne
L ove
To you my dear friend thanks for thinking about me
I took another bad turn in life now I have a blood clot in my leg
I'm not great but OK havent been up to writting but will post soon
BECAUSE HELL DONT'T WANT ME AND GOD NOT READY FOR ME YET.
LOVE YA
In between lines
The cigarette breaks
And wasted time
Something appeared
Original and true
My writting had cleared
And from there it grew
From life to death
And dim to bright
Wrote I did
No end in sight
I opened my eyes
My paper was white
Wrote I had, but where'd I write?
some may know the hurt I've delt with.
I've overcame but did not and won't forgett.
I cry and cry, laugh and laugh...
My life is different.
My pain is raw, my body is restless.
I'm taking life free handed.
just wanted to let myself get the feel of writting again, hope everyone is well.
The one thing that means
The world to me
Is sitting back relaxing
Reading and writting poetry
It takes you places
You have never been before
You just can't stop at one
You crave more and more
It's my hearts work
Something I truly desire
I love poetry so much
That my pen will never retire
for farah chumma favorite things contest
Lake of fire in hell , It will be residence of Evildoers
All demons swim rapidly,exhausted squawking for help
Keeping by God ,furiously but no tactic to
Escape from LAKE of fire,throbbing life in Fire forever
March 15/2023
Writting for contest sponsored by Constance la France
Theme chosen: LAKE
...Third
place
Win
in
the
Contest...
Lives at a distance
Half a world apart
Yet
Their words dance
On the clouds above
We are people of words
People of emotion
People that still believe
So we free ourselves
With words from heart and soul
We enjoy reading and writting
Living and dreaming
Believing anything is possible
So read and feel harmony
Feel the rythm of life
More then just words
A gift
A pleasure
May our words continue to dance
Dear Stalker
I need some space.
Was that you in the black car?
I enjoyed the chase,
but you went a little to far
removing my breaks.
Writting this is really hard..
but I don't feel safe..
so I put it in the card
with the birthday cake
Its not you its me.
you'll move on.
I, ran into the tree
You've done nothing wrong
I completely blame this wreck on me.
-Stalkee
~The Lost Pen of My Dreams~
So The Poem Drains from me, a-lost in my Hand it can not break free. . .
I Love to adorn thee, but simple adorn too much is, with
such love with pen & paper & hand, written. Anyone can
write a good poem, if they just try . . . I can pickup
a pen & start writting & just writting more about what
it is in my mind, not from the outside where the
pen & paper dwell, but a kindred spirit we are.
~The Lost Pen of My Dreams~
So The Poem Drains from me, a-lost in my Hand it can not break free. . .
I Love to adorn thee, but simple adorn too much is, with
such love with pen & paper & hand, written. Anyone can
write a good poem, if they just try . . . I can pickup
a pen & start writting & just writting more about what
it is in my mind, not from the outside where the
pen & paper dwell, but a kindred spirit we are.
My first poem at 14. It was a dream in words forever etched in my mind.
It was a beauteous night,
the stars shined bright upon the crowns of peoples.
We eat in radiance and amoung the pressence of beauty.
Theres a soft, gentle-touch of my skin embracing hers
as I silently breath these words-
You must give me an estimate of all the days I've kissed away.
*of course all of my writting has gone down hill from there lol.
MY THANKS IN KIND
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In monorhyme
I'll give you some time.
Your prefered choice of poetry, no crime.
Of the birds on Thor pond, that's so divine!
Ornithology is indeed a hobby of mine,
photography too, simply sublime..
However a trip to India I'll have to decline,
A virtual reality visit would be perfectly fine.
Reading your monorhymes' has helped me refine
My writting in general and this poem is my thanks in kind.
Broadcasting to you live from my back garden
Tunes on volume up
Grass cut best it's looked in ages
Sun's been out all day temprature nearly hit 30
Sunset about to begin
With a half drunk cocktail in hand
And plenty more where they came from
Barbecue already on the go
Job done
Think it's going to be a late one
Smiley face
Happy place
Priceless
Just writting to let you know
Cheers
Wish you we're here
Thinking of you
Times impenetrability halts me choosing how to articulate
The outlook winter that blows though my dark hair
My art and writing won’t terminate their daily debate
For writting is drifting my mind so the crayon I must adhere
Art I stand under with writing, for crafts pushes me to its side
A green smog corrupts the minds forcing to cut the link
To add drawing to my expressions though I can’t abide
For I have no eyes of the mind to express it in sight than in ink
I swear life here is so stressful I try t deal with it but nobody needs to deal with stress,my heart pounding loud and hard in my chest trying to hold my breath for what i'm about to say next but I have to let it out some way so I let it out by writting everyday sometimes I think about killin myself then I want have to worry about the stress just me nobody else but then Ihink about th one's who love me without me in their life it would be incomplete so again I fight more stress within
I cannot put words to say
The way I feel about you
Words, just get in the way
But now, its 100% true
I tried to be tough
not let you bring me down
Its hard to admit
That I am still even around
Waiting and watching
Thats what I'm sick of doing
So listen up
Long and hard
I've got something to say
Thats inside my heart!
Do you love me too?
I really need to know
This poem I'm writting
Is not just for show!
For me, your the only one
And loving you, all I've ever done
Form:
We all live for that hand to hold
Don't we
Silly me
I dream of you tonight
Sending me love letters
Offering advice on how I could be better
Whispering me in the ear I love you
Writting me poetry
You write well
But here you are
Colder than stone
How do I know what is inside you
When you do not show it
You leave me alone
When your presence is worshipped
And I clinge to you
I can not let you go
I can imagine anything
But not, not to see you
So I dance in ice
With frozen angels.