Poetry Blogs (experience)
poemagraphic on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (2 hours ago)
Hey there lonely girl,
what are you doing wandering around
these dark places?
Don’t you know that
evil lurks about?
The void is littered
with those who will use you,
scar your soul for eternity.
Listen to my pleas,
I’m begging on bended knees,
towards the light,
no matter how tempting
shadows may be.
Sunday 27th January 2019 5:51 am
I do not get it when they say,
We will not make it one day,
I do not get it, when they laugh,
On us and on our scars
I do not get it when they do not believe us,
How crazily can this world suck?
I cannot express the pain in words,
Let’s run because we seem cursed
Let’s run away from the chains of pain,
Let’s run away where we can dance in rain,
Let’s run as ...
Monday 21st January 2019 8:38 am
Why do things have to be only one way
Do you really believe we experience the same days?
Our lives take different twists and turns
And most of all we all truly do learn
So will you listen to me when I tell you
That your experiences are only one truth?
Your knowledge might truly be great
But it doesn't foretell everyone's fate
When I write, it's from one kind of perspective
But I am not sa...
Saturday 11th August 2018 6:27 am
In the mid 80s my dad took me to a plane crash in North Wales
It was a B-26 Marauder that hit a mountain
We climbed up to the area nearby
I froze when I saw our last climb
Up a seemingly vertical dry waterfall
There was only a bit of metal at the bottom
The rest was hundreds of feet above
We had to ascend a series of rock ledges
These were like steps and gav...
Friday 27th April 2018 7:41 pm
I grew up in Wales
Around the Swansea docks
I walked beneath huge cargo ships
Held up with props and blocks
I was made in Wales
Around the southern ports
I watched the big ships dock
My family guessed my thoughts
I was mined in Wales
Near valleys black with slag
And closing pits and picket lines
With many a mine lodge flag
I was forged in Wales...
Tuesday 20th February 2018 1:49 pm
We all couldn't wait
To grow up, to get out
To fully understand
What the world was about
Only to find
On the other side
The beauty we saw
As a child, had died
The day turned to night
The blue turned to gray
The innocence of life
Had faded away.
So many dreams
Now seem cast down
Remember when difficult
Meant choosing marker or crayon?
Thursday 4th August 2016 2:55 pm
We're always looking,
For the next thing,
We miss the things
That really matter
Only to find
At the end
Of our lives
That we've never
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 3:23 pm
Thursday 26th May 2016 6:03 am
Come one step closer
that's all I ask
Just close enough for me to Reach
Touch, and Experience
your foreign, yet familiar face,
Recalling unique sensations,
I fight for the part of you
that is mine...
Cease your frolicsome avoidance of
God's creation behind concrete walls
that overshadow desolate, bar...
Friday 1st April 2016 5:32 am
Is that why?
for so many years with the pain reminiscent of childbirth
and cried with longing and loss
the empty hollow and the useless womb
Is that why
and found each day weighed heavier than the last
and my body dried and drained
and my world shrank to a parody
Is that why
Tiny webbed fingers a hea...
Tuesday 15th February 2011 8:57 am
live and die
and very inviting
oh glory be
praise the sacredness
of true womanhood
I'm gladly trapped
a joyous prisoner
playing with you
playing with my thoughts
melting into pure lust
you desire me
to exhibit my
I'm aware of your
of your red blooded
and beating heart
together we'll explore
our sacred whore
and we'll return from paradise
desiring more m...
Tuesday 26th August 2008 12:06 am