Small is the new-born plant scarce… Amid the soft encircling green, Where yonder budding acorn rears, Just o’er the waving grass, its te… Slow pass along the train of years…
I live in the world Where words flow In the rivers; I live in the world Where words rain
To say there is no God Has just as little meaning As to say there is one Crest to crest Is all hot air
I need patience for things That money can’t buy Like how to handle when Someone tells me a lie © From A Poet’s
Let pious Damon take his seat, With mincing step and languid smil… And scatter from his 'kerchief swe… Sabaean odours o’er the aisle; And spread his little jewelled han…
With fifty years between you and y… The Golden Age, old friends of mi… And, sweet as has life’s vintage b… Still, as at Cana’s marriage-feas… Again before me, with your names,…
Looking out across a landscape, Now soaked with days of rain, The raindrops add to the thought, I’m tired of this pain, The moisture chills me to the bone…
A POWER is stirring—a broad lig… Amid the nation’s—in the wildernes… Of the world’s social horror and d… Heralding temperance as the Bapti… Announced the Christ. Amazed upon…
Among the men in white I walked Seven and hundreds of times I wal… First, I crawled; Then, I marched And at last, I dead-walked;
Meanwhile, though nations in distr… Cower at a comet’s loveliness Shaken across the midnight sky; Though the wind roars, and Victor… A virgin fierce, on vans of gold
You are only there when I fall to… You come by and pick up every shar… You manage to put them back togeth… Each time there are more cracks; a… But you put me back up on that ped…
I never stopped missing you. I never stopped believing out love… I wished for you to come back for… I hoped you would return and see w… Now you are here.
Honesty is the best policy but it’s not an evidence-based practice
So I haven’t been posting any poems for awhile, but that’s because I am currently working on writing music for four of my pre-written poems. I am going to attempt to start a music proje...
I remember laying by your side Calm, quite, still. I’d lay and listen to you breathe I would close my eyes And smile as my mind and heart rac…
A mighty sound of glory only heard… Like the finest piece of gold it r… Eyes filled with sparkles of fortu… A story told by the forefathers of… That fills the belly of a new born
Simple. Modernity aspires. Standing on uneven
did I truly mean anything? was i only your heartbreak’s reme… the rain comes down harder now, and the stream of my tears grows l… how many of those times were lies?
My love is like a fire that never… Never full of worries or any doubt… My heart is like a river flowing f… It is always pure and never tainte… My mind is like an ancient tree
“SORDELLO’S story,” the Sphin… “Who would has heard.” Is that en… 'Twere not amiss to add, has under… Who understood perhaps has profite… For my part I could tell a tale i…
Ah Ben! Say how or when Shall we, thy guests, Meet at those lyric feasts, Made at the Sun,
SHRIEKS out of smoke, a flame o… That is not quenched but hath for… What writhes and dies not in its r… Two things made flesh, the visible… To match in filth the skunk, the a…
I’m to the point where it’s hard for me to smile let alone grin what’s wrong? Man Shit where do I begin? Issue after issue and these bills they never end. Working all day then driving a...
Love once near my grasp Moments late time has passed Young&Foolish 'twas my soul Now my summer feels so cold Behold now my withered heart
By Stanley Collymore There are loads of things that we all of us get disgruntled with and generally moan about; sometimes it’s really justi…
Stop, Search, Hassle and Discrim… Pc Dibble of Babylon, institution… Rude unreasonable and rough wid de… Stoppin’ dem, interrogating, doin’… Looking for illegality, creating c…
I think you’re fucking awesome So adorably lame Being a dork in all the best ways Those parts that drive me crazy Especially those faces you make
Yesterday you past into your lips... your hips and yo… poor unconsummated memory. we spent sick days was tragic sometimes
If I didn’t have anything, I’d st… If I didn’t have anything, I’d st… If I didn’t have anything, I’d st… If I didn’t have anything, would… The world spins round and round,
i feel sometimes like a raindrop f… into an ocean whose salty tides ca… before returning it to the sky onc… as if my entire existence moves in… feeling the effects of the moon an…