Poetry Blogs (disappointment)
Sorry buddy for what's gone on
If only you had actually known
How much that I sacrificed for you
And this friendship that I thought was true
I honestly stood by you always
I was the friend that would have stayed
But in the end it was you that betrayed
Me in the most hurtful of ways
We had a history that we kept a mystery
Because it wasn't knowledge that we wanted freed
Why is that a...
Friday 7th September 2018 6:02 pm
Sadness follows the ends of my hands,
Gravel broken sideways.
Finish the beginning to confirm the edges,
Shadows digging deeper.
The bridge built for the followers,
Above that brittle and cold creek.
Water fills holes to drown the children,
Your gasps unending,
A quiet end on the side of relief and tranquility.
Following the bitter ...
Saturday 21st April 2018 4:30 am
The Tower of the Winds was built in marble more than 2,000 years ago in the Roman Agora (meeting place) of Athens. It is believed to be the world's first weather station (and public time-piece). Almost intact, its octagonal construction echoes the eight principal compass points. Saved from the depredations of Lord Elgin, who plotted its removal to Britain over 200 years ago, the restored Tower now...
Thursday 23rd November 2017 3:45 pm
Sometimes I’m here,
gone, lost in my head,
a round, a square.
At my best always
when there’s nothing left
and all I ever do
is stand on the edge.
Sunday 22nd January 2017 1:08 am
'I am open to the possibility' you said,
'of love with you, at least I was,
then something happened which drove me quite mad.'
Love is not a possibility
a stranger at the door
you may invite inside
if fancy takes you;
Love is not a beggar
after a bowl of soup
which you can refuse
if your day’s been rough;
Love is not a tree in the garden
Thursday 24th March 2016 10:02 am
Friday 20th September 2013 9:00 pm
How unfair is human’s nature!
A man is a lucky creature!
He can see a woman’s breast at once
And tries to get his chance.
But what a woman should do?
Sometimes she realize that….
She’s got a surprise
When she see the gun’s size.
January the 12th,2011
Wednesday 12th January 2011 6:29 pm
The backlit screen flashed its good intentions
'Battery Low', I ignored it as you do, and so
it fell on deaf ears, blind eyes un-focused
staring out of the window of an economy carriage
at the oil-stained tracks and the pouring rain
the perfect marriage of natural elements,
when will I see you again?
We went on a break for the weekend
or rather, I did, thin...
Saturday 29th May 2010 8:26 pm