Tag: Wordpress poems
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I Have Seen Enough of This World
I Have Seen Enough of This World Bring on the darkness I have seen enough of this world I will see no more
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My True Gifts To My Son
My True Gifts To My Son It came to me in a painful flash of obvious, duh. He can sing, he can write, he can make music, he can make friends, he can do so many things, but I’d never taught him anything. What he was, he was because of him, not me, nothing to…
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The Dark Days Are Ending
The Dark Days Are Ending birds rustle branches spring green things are peeking through dark days are ending
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A Cloudburst Of Tears
A Cloudburst Of Tears Cloudburst of rain drops Saltless tears from the heavens Running down my face
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It Touches Me And You
It Touches Me And You The feel of her skin Resting her hand in my own It touches us both
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A Short Cut Out Of Here
A Short Cut Out Of Here Broken green bottle Waiting for him on the street Those sharp, sharp edges
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I Take The Road Not Taken
I Take The Road Not Taken I like to take the wrong turns that lead to lands unplanned, to places yet unvisited, and places still unmanned. I take the road not taken, the only one for me, the road that leads to nowhere, to somewhere I must be. I turn and turn and turn again,…
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The Mind Is Its Own Place
The Mind Is Its Own Place she speaks of dying a friend lost in her own mind a place I can’t go
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And I Think The Lights Are Calling
And I Think The Lights Are Calling bright lights spangle in my mind and I think of them and the sounds they bring and I wonder here individually alone I wonder how these colours call to me what they are saying and why I am so hot and frightened and I don’t understand how they…
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The Magic Of Making Good Things
The Magic Of Making Good Things The workbench was old and dusty and worn, but there was magic in it. It held the magic of making good things. It bore the scars of the battle to create, the gouges and teeth marks, the pocks and scratches and stains and burns made by the making of…
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The Moon Hides Her Face Tonight
The Moon Hides Her Face Tonight wild winter weather angry storm clouds boiling up dark moon hides tonight
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You Are So Worth It
You Are So Worth It you are so worth it you are valued and unique you are beautiful
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A Mouthful Of Cake And Lies
A Mouthful Of Cake And Lies after the parties he told a mouthful of lies now shut his cakehole
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Life In The Deep Freeze
Life In The Deep Freeze cold north wind blowing bare branches shiver and shake life in the deep freeze
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I Love You Hate You Love Me
I Love You Hate You Love Me Such a difficult thing, this balance between love and hate. Standing on the edge of falling into one or the other, pushed or pulled by me or you and what we say or what we do, those petty little things that burn so hot – no kiss goodbye,…
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I Don’t Want To Hear You
I Don’t Want To Hear You don’t you speak to me just go and leave me alone you have said enough
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Every Day I Love Life Less And Less
Every Day I Love Life Less And Less Perhaps it’s just an age thing, this lessening and lessening of feeling. Every morning, all that I am seems diminished, as though the me of me is now less than it was only yesterday. The capacity that I had, for loving or caring, for wanting or needing,…
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The Crushing Weight Of Night
in the blue black night under the weight of darkness a soul can be crushed
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You Look Good In This Light
You Look Good In This Light the heating comes on T.V. flickers on your face you look beautiful
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I Would Do Anything For Love
I Would Do Anything For Love I’d to it for you and like a bat out of hell anything for love RIP Meat Loaf
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Starlings Singing To The Sun
Starlings Singing To The Sun Starlings singing out High up in a big old tree Calling to the sun
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All I Need Is A Million
All I Need Is A Million I don’t need too much just enough to get things done a little million
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What We Should Leave Our Loved Ones
What We Should Leave Our Loved Ones when all this is over when you are all done what will there be left when you are all gone will there be paint still wet on a door will there be dirt unswept on the floor those unweeded borders will they still be there and if they…