Poetry Blogs (everything)
Nobody knows everything
But we should know what we do
Books are there for reading
And courses there to go
Don't say:"I know enough"
Your brain, sure, will freeze
Don't let someone to laugh
If you meet someone who knows
That the rule of good knowledge
Learn what you really need
The knowledge has a good bridge
To cross it, you must read
Friday 22nd February 2019 8:17 pm
Singing and dancing makes me happy all day,
It makes me happy in every single way,
Who says I can't be happy all the time,
If I was then would that be a crime,
I now know I could live alone,
Because my heart and soul has really grown,
I used to try and share my joy,
To every girl and boy,
I'll keep it to myself,
Even if I get left on the shelf,
Because nothing bothers me anymore,
Wednesday 19th December 2018 1:37 pm
You are the art of my dreams.
The muse of my thoughts
and the sweetness of my soul.
a gentle aura surrounding mine
sending messages through the skin and bone
what a funny way to live,
what a peaceful time
to be alive.
to dare what is romance between the reality of life and visions
to desire not only a life
but two paths in one.
-G. N. D.
Friday 14th September 2018 2:25 am
There's a garden inside of me.
It grows through my lungs
with roses and daisies.
It grows with my soul when it's touch by another.
Though it rains, though time it collapses
It's still there, growing roses and daisies.
With warmth and kindness, it's always there,
though storms pass and go.
It will always be there, my garden inside of me.
With the roses and daisies of my life within me.
Sunday 4th June 2017 4:50 pm
I'm desperately broken
Clinging on to what's left of emotion
It just won't go away
Still standing next to me like my shadow in the day
And cold like the bed I can't fill alone
Where is this going
Not found, and I can't keep going
Still my mind as the fears wash over me
Locked in to an empty room
Going insane in the flood of nothingness
Fear me, I am but empt...
Friday 19th May 2017 11:48 pm
The wailing wind is in my breath
And in my dreams I see the silver moon
My smile is the face of the summer sun
And daybreak stirs my waking soul
When sadness comes my tears are one with the pouring rain
And the blood within my veins runs deep within these hills
This Earth is at the centre of the gift of life
And when I die she folds my bones within her arms
Saturday 2nd February 2013 4:15 am
do your dreams play better in colour?
you may never make it to Oz, be left
in the dirty sepia hollow of your streets that bled
their hue & rye into the gutter
when your ankles drowned in
silk and nylon and the alleys breathed your
living tears did you lose more than I ever found?
what do you think you shall leave?
the weight of your footfall...
Thursday 30th August 2012 10:58 pm