Human Thoughts Poems for Cards and Scrapbooks

An Ode To A Weary Soul

Last week I ran away from home,
Away from work, away from phone.
All things of which I’d had enough,
I drove south ’til I reached the gulf.
A blanket spread on sun warmed sand,
Amid all sorts, from pale to tan.
They knew me not nor bothered me,
While I lay listening to the sea.
Waiting for my soul to rest.
As the sun waned toward the West,
Symphonies through my stillness rang.
Children laughed and seagulls sang,
In rhythm to the metered surf;
A harmony marked by timeless worth.
I idly toyed with drifted sand,
As countless grains fell from my hand,
Like sands undone from hourglass.
I felt my taut release at last,
And rest to my weary soul did come,
With knowledge I must return to home.

Author: Ktdid Submitted by: Mother Goose

A Dream Within A Dream

Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

Author: Edgar Allan Poe Submitted by: ClassiclyAmber

A Good Play

by Robert Louis Stevenson

We built a ship upon the stairs
All made of the back-bedroom chairs,
And filled it full of sofa pillows
To go a-sailing on the billows.

We took a saw and several nails,
And water in the nursery pails;
And Tom said, "Let us also take
An apple and a slice of cake;"--
Which was enough for Tom and me
To go a-sailing on, till tea.

We sailed along for days and days,
And had the very best of plays;
But Tom fell out and hurt his knee,
So there was no one left but me.

A Memory

by William Allingham

Four ducks on a pond,
A grass bank beyond,
A blue sky of spring,
White clouds on the wing;
What a little thing
To remember for years--
To remember with tears!

A NEW YEAR HAS JUST BEGUN!

A new year has just begun!
How many more years
do people have to go through
before they can conquer their fears.

A new season has just begun!
How many more seasons
do people have to go through
before they have known the reasons.

A new month has just begun!
How many more months
do people have to go through
before they realize what need to be done.

A new week has just begun!
How many more weeks
do people have to go through
before they finally reach their peaks.

A new day has just begun!
How many more sunsets
do people have to go through
before they realize their regrets.

Author: Maple Submitted by: maple

air fire water and stone

air fire water and stone a greek alchemy and a greek tragedy erupt one day in April in L.A. in a year many years hence and in a day eternally called the modern what age has ever been less? have we at last come to the present? or did we turn some corner the future is rent from time? the past is torn from its moorings? and this place the bed of our being shall be recognized as that from which we seek escape? and will we ever know us, when we survey the infinite ahead and behind? and calculate with our mathematics that our moment vanishes into immateriality - infinitesimal the breath of our lives lost in ignorance and ignominy? air fire water and stone arise and fly in our faces one day in April in L.A. and we freeze in ice to see and be seen all is stillness all spins within this circle of the known and the unknown all lies within the hands of God as this human thing toddles in chaos justice flickers and flounders in a courtroom and a nation weeps and tears at its flesh one proud moment - a hubris that ignites a terror a single emotional wave sweeps across the heavens and cries that man will never learn asks what comes from this passage? fire erupts in the air stone burns into ash - the elements shift and re-form in the eyes of little children and the cataracts of age strength and youth fly in the night, apart from themselves what sets this human apart from the animal? this illusion of meaning and the destruction of one-another in jealousy hatred and rage? earth's species flee by instinct to survive another day as the seed of the mighty pine swirls up and pops in the fire one forest dies to give birth to another air fire water and stone the speck and the behemoth roll and flounder but only man tears his cloth and smears his chest this curse of aspiration this blessing of inspiration are wrapped in neurological and isolated synapses triggered within the law of lawlessness time races and falters - halts for all we know then grinds over us as the wheel rolls on again lives, words and words, and lies we lie buried within our data swirling down into a vortex - split, punctuated and disjointed myths explode as God sprinkles tears upon those which they called Hope and after five days the weather report says we had a light sprinkle over L.A. cast forth from a dry and forlorn sky and just to set us about washing our cars again in this mindless repetition sitting upon this curb upon this street not seeing this place called metropolis one might come to wonder how at all the weather is known what are these cycles of the elements air fire water and stone?

Author: tom courtney Submitted by: usaforklift

All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten

by Robert Fulghum

Most of what I really need
To know about how to live
And what to do and how to be
I learned in kindergarten.
Wisdom was not at the top
Of the graduate school mountain,
But there in the sandpile at Sunday school.

These are the things I learned:

Share everything.
Play fair.
Don't hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don't take things that aren't yours.
Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
Flush.
Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
Live a balanced life -
Learn some and think some
And draw and paint and sing and dance
And play and work everyday some.
Take a nap every afternoon.
When you go out into the world,
Watch out for traffic,
Hold hands and stick together.
Be aware of wonder.

An American Soldier

If you can, save a place within your heart for the tired souls of war and conflict and as you walk away take one last backward glance at the places they can no longer go.
Remember what they have taught you and take their knowledge and wisdom with you so their deaths were not in vain. One day when we all look back and realize what they sacrificed, take a moment to embrace in your heart all those gentle heroes that were left behind on the battlefields fighting for their country. Let them know that you have always loved them even though you may not have.
Forever save a place in your hearts for them.

A young soldier once remarked
“We did not go because we are soldiers; we went because we are AMERICANS”

Author: Pmoe Submitted by: pmoe51

Beautiful creature

You can't fly with weights around your ankles.
Cut the cord and you're free.
You can't sing without soul.
Turn up the music and dance.
You can't shine while in the shade.
Turn on the light and bee seen.
You can't love until you love yourself.
Look in the mirror, you're a beautiful creature

Author: Molly Ann Hopkins Submitted by: Molly-Ann

BELIEVE ME

Believe me
By Shamim Ali
If I were a water course
Believe me that I would
Always be there
I’d make a path through all obstacles
If I were a flower
Believe me that I would
Always be there
I’d form a garland around your neck
If I were a star
Believe me that I would
Always be there
I’d become luminous for you
When you wanted to make a wish
If I were a wind
Believe me that I would
Always be there
I'd turn away from you
Blow through your hair, rake over leaves for you
If I were a leaf
Believe me that I would
Always be there
I'd turn into, yellow .orange, green
Blow through the air
Toss in the breeze
would bestow pleasure and please
If I were a shadow
Believe me that I would
Always be there
I’d run when you run
And blissful when you are happy
Stay behind you
Go in and out with you
I’d make you believe
Loneliness doesn’t exist

Author: Dr Shamim Ali Submitted by: shamimali

Cataclysmia

As I peered upwards,
I saw a hole in the sky,
A circular hole.

The wrath for the world,
Was about to poor out of it,
The world was ending.

The domain of earth,
The extent of sentient life,
The sphere of all life.

Infested with dwarves,
Dragons, elves, and chimeras,
Fiends, imps, humans.

I have hours to live,
I have killed all these creatures,
Now we will all die.

Although I am great,
We are equals now, in death,
I can do nothing.

I could reminisce,
Or merely bemoan my fate,
But it will not change.

I could cause terror,
Reek havoc, and destruction,
Kill without purpose.

I stared up again,
The skies were turning to black,
What can I do now?

Then, I left my house,
It was time to show remorse,
For what I had done.

The atrocities,
That I committed needed,
To be forgiven.



I saw suffering,
I ran near and embraced it,
A child was dying.

I comforted her,
And told her not to afraid,
That life would go on.

As I left her side,
The clouds had become smoke,
Had I lied to her?

The clouds had become,
A canopy of blackness,
Blotting out the sun.

The circle of light,
Was all the light that was left,
Now a small pinprick,

Flames poured from the hole,
The fire scourged earth’s surface,
Killing everything.

The life I felt for,
Was not mine but was that girl’s,
What had she done wrong?

I had caused her suffering,
My past actions had killed her,
Caused her agony.

My life was complete,
She had been in pain forever,
Her life was over,

Flames were approaching,
I had fallen before death,
Now, I am lifeless.

Fire overcame me,
We were all dead and destroyed,
Incinerated.

Author: Kafir Submitted by: Kafir

Change

Something in me changed this summer
I'm not the same person anymore
The marks on my wrists, the pain in my heart
I'm slowly losing it all
I've become a master at hiding it all
But now It's just not worth it anymore
Slowly changing inside and out
If I would have told you two years ago
I would be like this now
You would have laughed at me
Now I know you're noticing it
I know you see me changing
You cover it up with excuses
Its not normal, this isn't normal
The loss of sleep, the disappearing hunger
No this isn't normal, this just isn’t normal

Author: Unknown Submitted by: Music...And...Poetry

Completely Lost

Struggling through life, Going day to day

I often sit and wonder why I am this way

Unable to cope, and understand others

Fighting fits of rage, hiding under covers.



I do not know my true identity

It is hidden somewhere out there,

I hope and pray every single day,

That it is somewhere in close vicinity.



How much longer can I go like this,

Before I completely go amiss,

Loosing my soul, my heart, my everything

of these things, none I am able to regain.

Author: Heather Payne Submitted by: bpssweetie

Daydream

Whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.

I day dream of you,
in a faraway land;
embracing me tight
and holding my hand.

Holding my hand,
and touching my face.
Just you and me,
in this peaceful place.

In this peaceful place
a pristine river flows.
Where the unicorns run,
a breeze always blows.

A breeze always blows
and sings of a song;
our love in a place
where you're never gone.

Where you're never gone
is as it would seem,
from dusk until dawn,
whenever I day dream.

And whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.

Author: Cassie McNair Submitted by: blurrynicky

Desiderata

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.

Author: Max Ehrmann Submitted by: pharmgirl

Drugs

All they wanted was a little fun,
Those bootleggers of old.
So what if they carried a gun
And got a little bold.
Eventually they won their war
And liquor was legalized.
Then, thugs like Al Capone and more,
Were practically canonized!

Now after ninety years or more,
Another war's declared.
The procedure's repeated, just as before,
But this time no one's spared.
Their determination to win this time is a flaw
Of the human condition.
But all it proves to those in awe
Is: WE LEARNED NOTHING FROM PROHIBITION!

Author: Hope Submitted by: hopebme

Everybodys Free to Wear Sunscreen

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be
it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by
scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable
than my own meandering
experience…I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh never mind; you will not
understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and
recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before
you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you
imagine.

Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as
effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing
bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that
never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm
on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with
people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes
you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with
yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you
succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your
life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they
wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year
olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe
you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky
chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t
congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your
choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body,
use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people
think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever
own..

Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for
good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the
people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you
knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live
in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will
philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize
that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one
might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will
look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of
fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the
ugly parts and recycling it for more than
it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen…

Author: Mary Schmich Submitted by: ScrapNhappy

Everything

I can be a nightmare of the grandest kind
I can withhold like it's going out of style
I can be the moodiest baby and you've never met anyone
Who is as negative as I am sometimes

I am the wisest woman you've ever met.
I am the kindest soul with whom you've connected.
I have the bravest heart that you've ever seen
And you've never met anyone
Who's as positive as I am sometimes.

You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here

I blame everyone else, not my own partaking
My passive-aggressiveness can be devastating
I'm terrified and mistrusting
And you've never met anyone as,
As closed down as I am sometimes.

You see everything, you see every part
You see all my light and you love my dark
You dig everything of which I'm ashamed
There's not anything to which you can't relate
And you're still here

What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know
What I resist, you love, no matter how low or high I go

I'm the funniest woman that you've ever known
I'm the dullest woman that you've ever known
I'm the most gorgeous woman that you've ever known
And you've never met anyone
Who is as everything as I am sometimes

You see everything (you see everything), you see every part (you see every part )
You see all my light (you see all my light) and you love my dark (and you love my dark )
You dig everything (you dig everything) of which I'm ashamed (of which I'm ashamed)
There's not anything (there's not anything) to which you can't relate (to which you can't relate)
And you're still here

(You see everything, you see every part)
And you're still here
(You see all my light and you love my dark)
And you're still here
(You dig everything of which I'm ashamed)
(There's not anything to which you can't relate)
And you're still here...

Author: Alanis Morissette Submitted by: Bryansgyrl

Five plus Five

Five plus five will always equal ten
But will he and I always equal friends?
Will it ever be anymore
Or is it fate like two plus two is four
I wonder what he thinks of me...
Or the reasons we can not be
One, Two, and even Three
There has to be

An explanation as to why he and I can't be
It's partly because it's forbidden,
But I wonder what he really thinks of me
As a sister, a friend, or something more?
I want to know before I go over board with thinking
Of him and dreaming of one day being with him

Will we always be just two
Or maybe one day become one
One as a whole, I want to know
Is it just a wild dream
Or should I keep on believing?
That someday, we will become one

Author: Merci Submitted by: Music...And...Poetry

Flight

through the view finder
sweeping field of vision
scanning angles
seeking angels
the soft mute muffle of feathers
with interlocking barbs
lending strength to hollow quill and hollow bone
lifting the inconceivable weight of muscle and
creating channels of air
regulating temperature
fully extending
sweeping slicing through wind
catching the currents
strong steady strokes
of experience
skirting obstacles
to my eternal envy

until thousands of miles
metrically convert to meters
reducing to centi-
milli-
meters

Author: Elisabeth Komae Li Submitted by: marvelis

fu lai

Streams of conscience measuring the shapes of reality. Anchored by memory. Fueled on instinct. Disguised in the faces of the known.Standing heavily in pre-existing foot holes. Weighted by the existence of emotions. Spitting forward and tearing inward. Becoming a piece of nothing and a part of everything.

Author: you Submitted by: uncharted4

H.A.N.N.A.H #1

Dedicated to Hannah J.P

She is my best friend
and that rare sunshine
on a cloudy miserable day
she walks into a room and lights it up
My smoothie true friend
the friend everyone likes and is always
there for others, can be a right straight right
perfectionist pain
but at the end of the day
She loves to write and loves the beach
She loves the water and the sun
She is a true friend to only those
that deserve her as a friend
She is my strength and one of a kind
Her smile, presence and laughter
brings joy to others
She is a pleasure to know, teach and have as a friend
and to that nasty evil horrible person, I hope they pay one day
I love her like my sister I never had and memories live forever
What can I say, I miss her heaps.

Submitted by Manasseh Bailey

Author: Manasseh Bailey Submitted by: Sunshine Manz Spiggy

hate

by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Author: robert frost Submitted by: SCRAPPINAZ

Have you seen what you wanted to see and do?

The sky is bright and the clouds are plentiful.
I felt so good that the plane had finally arrived.
The moment I stepped out, I am not used to the humidity
though I was born in this country long long ago.

Airport no longer is in the same place and the surrounding
has changed to what made me a stranger to this place.
I no longer could recognize the town where I used to
study my last course in the country.

Food is plentiful and easily obtained from anywhere in
the city where I could have a sumptuous meal anytime
of the day at a fraction of my food bill where I am residing now.

Shopping is a paradise here where branded and non-branded
goods are available though not more than those at western countries.
If not for the sake of getting a better living, I would not have gone
to the far away land to thrive for a decent living.

Joyfully I have met all those friends whom I planned to meet
and to realize how much they have aged which in turn made me
realized how much I have aged myself too. Though I have been
to a few places and met a few friends but do I have the opportunities
to see all that I wanted to see and do?

Author: maple Submitted by: maple

Hidden Emotions

I hide behind a smile
pretend everything is fine.

I hide behind a wall
hoping no-one will call.

I hide behind the pain
I know their is nothing to gain.

I hide behind the door
I'm sat there crying on the floor.

I hide behind my mask
and if anyone should ask.

Why are you hiding?

I would say!

I guess I'm good at hiding from knowing me at all.

Author: Amanda Roberts Submitted by: bettyboop12

I AM

I AM

I AM not yours
I AM not His or Hers
I AM not the color of my skin
or the house I live in
I AM not the books I've read
or the people I've led
I AM not my resume
or the person I was yesterday
I AM not the clothes I've worn
or the person you mourn
I AM not the choices I made
or the check I got paid
I AM not my first or last name
or someone for you to blame
I AM not the school I attended
or the fences I've mended
I AM not a punching bag
or someone for you to gag
I AM not the world's martyr
or something to barter
I AM a human BEING
I exist, therefore I AM.

(Nandi)

Author: Nandi Baldwin Submitted by: PositiveCreations

I am not yours

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

Author: Sarah Teasdale

I miss when....

i miss when..
when boys meant "yuck"
when friends were new
dreams were unaltered
and worries few
When recess was too short
and life too long
decisions came easily
without need to belong
when storks delivered babies
and passions weren't so strong
friendships were unbroken
when bad things didn't happen
when only skinned knees brought tears
and the night light in its socket
quieted all our fears
when farewell meant just for summer
the fun went on forever

Author: unknown Submitted by: Lindsay_Loves

I Remember

I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in the morn.

Author: Thomas Hood

I try to seek

I try to seek a peaceful mind but that is hard to find.
So many things in life go whirling round my mind
Feels like I walk on paths where no one else will tread.
I never get the easy path why I do not know.
I have tried to give my best to all but it seems that's not enough.
My eyes are getting tired my body feels so weak.
All I want is peace and eternal sleep.
For now I will continue along life's highway.
I know one day peace will be mine ......
by Pam

Author: Pam Welsh Submitted by: p_welsh2

If

Anonymous

If all the land were apple pie,
And all the sea were ink;
And all the trees were bread and cheese,
What should we do for drink?

If I Closed My Eyes Forever

If I closed my eyes forever
would it take away my pain?
you truly knew me never
my love for you is down the drain
I’ll soon be moving on,
and now I’ll be gone
waiting for you,
I’ll never have my chance
each day a new shade of blue
I have to cut you out
so you in my life is no more
with you here I cant endure
so if I don’t say HI,
don’t get mad
its just my final good bye
you'd be glad
though its hard to live with you
you are the perfect one, just for me
you might as well shoot me with a gun
I can no longer be, I live for nothing
I cant ask for anything anymore
I cant kill my self I cant be true inside
all I do is silently scream!
you are and always will be my everlasting dream

Author: Zoe Submitted by: Music...And...Poetry

If Tomorrow Comes

My eyes see not beyond today
Knowing nothing of tomorrow
My mind wander a million miles away
Hope searching that tomorrow be a better day
I woke up yesterday being me
And only me I am still today

If tomorrow comes, I hope
Finds me stronger with vigour
Then my mind at ease maybe wondering
Right choices made yesterday
Seem so wrong today
If tomorrow comes would it still be?

Author: Henry G. Valhmu, Jr. Submitted by: Liberian Dream

Jabberwocky

by Lewis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left if dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back

'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Let Me Dream

Sitting in traffic with much time to dream,
Of a small cabin by a cool mountain stream.
I see windows aglow from warm fire inside.
Ah, this is the world where I long to reside.

Hollyhocks and roses by an old fieldstone wall.
Sweet silence broken by a lone bobwhite’s call.
Then, the honk of horns and the screech of tires,
Brings reality back from my private desires.

To a two story house a job and some bills.
Replacing my dreams with responsibilities ills.
Someday when I get all my priorities set.
The mortgage paid, and I get out of debt.

A cabin with hand hewn logs chinked in white,
And a porch filled with rocking chairs just might,
Be where you find me at the end of the day.
Not sitting in traffic on a clogged expressway.

Author: Kay Henslee (KTDID) Submitted by: Mother Goose

Life Measurement

You will never know what your destiny is,
But you have a free decision’s lists
Like a river that flows down through your veins,
It never stops until it fully dries.

Strong storm that sometimes block its way
Are parts of life experiences every day
Life is always bitter and sweet in taste
Remain strong whatever it takes.

Being one of the Millionaires in this world,
Or even owner of much business and land of hundredfold;
How can we measure each ones success and happiness?
Can those things make you greater or less?

Life has no measurement
It’s how you enjoy each moment
Even the simplest things you have,
Be thankful to God that once in your life you experienced the beauty of life.

Author: Ms.Cy Submitted by: Ms.Cy

Little Girl

I dont understand...
why do you get out of hand

What did I do...
besides try and love you

You act out and nobody knows why...
but you caused me to cry

Why do you do wrong...
now you're gone for long

Is it because of a boy...
ditch him and get a toy

Is there anything I can do...
besides love you

Author: myself Submitted by: NewMommie12-22

lonliness

by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Author: edgar allen poe Submitted by: SCRAPPINAZ

Masses: A word so Derogatory

How pejorative,
how retrogressive
a name by many a people answered.

How amusing
how disgusting
to know that they are not by it angered.

How dehumanizing
and how traumatizing
to know they don't for such contempt revolt.

How unreasonable
and how laughable
to know that they are fearful to a fault.

Author: Joseph Ogbonna Submitted by: Joseph C Ogbonna

Mine

eyes wide open
direct
i confront
and i speak out
you will know it is time to turn the page
when you hear the chimes ring like

THIS

i will fill up my space
because it's mine
i might even get into your space
a little
i might
layer the things you say
somewhere inside
i might
give you a glimpse
i might
even
let you in
but if i do
you aren't leaving
i will fill up my space
because it's mine

Author: Elisabeth Komae Li Submitted by: marvelis

Moon Light Shadows

Moon light shadows so dark and redundant
accompany me to swamps were thy dreams
lye restless my past is the least of thy
worries so my companion maybe on thy shoulders
that for my lips to be sealed and drowning below surface
to be or not to be on the dark where thy shadows fallow me
where i can't sleep because my fears haunt me and my heart
stops beating and stars to feel lonely.

Stars by thy moon are wondering careless
shinning so bright & looking so helpless
help me feel like you and fill the emptiness
why does my past drown me and my shadows
fallow me and my fears haunt me?!
i can't stand it i wanna be where the moon shines
and where her shadows can't do me any harm
i wanna be above with her light.

Author: Milagros Monserrate Submitted by: Baby_Linux

Mortality

What makes a man a man?
Is it because he gazes at the stars?
A man he comes and he goes,
His bones turn to dust,
His deeds forgotten,
Only one thing shall be left behind.
A word that means something to one,
But nothing to another,
A word that men have died for,
A name.
Some can say, “I walked with heroes”,
“I walked with Hector, the tamer of horses”,
“I fought with Achilles, king of Warriors”,
“I talked with Odysseus, tale spinner”.
But when my life is done,
And I am done gazing at the stars,
I ask only this of you,
Remember my name,
For these men wait for me on the banks of the river Styx,
They say,
“Welcome brother. What be thy name?”

Author: Robert O'Neill Submitted by: achillespulse

Mouth

One's mouth can spill bats and ants
One's mouth can spill flowers and fethers

There are so many type of mouth in this world
One's bad and dirty
One's nice and good

have you ever thought of your mouth?

Author: Ju-Yeun Kim (jujubabe) Submitted by: Jujubabe

My Bed Is A Boat

by Robert Louis Stevenson

My bed is like a little boat;
Nurse helps me in when I embark;
She girds me in my sailor's coat
And starts me in the dark.

At night, I go on board and say
Good-night to all my friends on shore;
I shut my eyes and sail away
And see and hear no more.

And sometimes things to bed I take,
As prudent sailors have to do;
Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,
Perhaps a toy or two.

All night across the dark we steer:
But when the day returns at last,
Safe in my room, beside the pier,
I find my vessel fast.

My ideas

- To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage.
- Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

Author: Jessica Baily Submitted by: Baily

My Message

And now you ask
What is my message
i say with Nabokov
i am a poet
not a postman
i have no message.

but i want the cadences
of my verse to crack
the carapace of indifference
prise open torpid eyelids
thick coated with silver.

i want syllables
that will dance, pirouette
in the fantasies of nymphets
i want vowels that float
into the dreams of old men.

i want my consonants
to project kaleidoscopic visions
on the screens of the blind
and on the eardrums of the deaf
i want pentameters that sing
like ten thousand mandolins.

i want such rhythms
as will shake pine
angsana, oak and meranti
out of their pacific
slumber, uproot them-
selves, hurdle over
buzz-saw and bull-dozer
and rush to crush
with long heavy toes
merchants of defoliants.

i want stanzas
that will put a sten-gun
in the paw of polar-bear and tiger
a harpoon under the fin
of every seal, whale and dolphin
arm them to stem
the massacre of their number.


i want every punctuation –
full-stop, comma and semi-colon
to turn into a grain of barley
millet, maize, wheat or rice
in the mouths of our hungry;
i want each and every metaphor
to metamorphose into a rooftop
over the heads of our homeless.

i want the assonances
of my songs to put smiles
on the faces of the sick
the destitute and the lonely
pump adrenalin into the veins
of every farmer and worker
the battle-scarred and the weary.

And yes, yes, i want my poems
to leap out from the page
rip off the covers of my books
and march forthrightly to
that sea of somnolent humanity
lay bare the verbs, vowels
syllables, consonants and say

“These are my sores, my wounds;
this is my distended belly;
here i went ragged and hungry;
in that place i bled, was tortured;
and on this electric cross i died.
Brothers, sisters, HERE I AM.”

Author: Cecil Rajendra Submitted by: Sunshine_love50

MY VOICE

These emotions
That I've never felt
Overwhelm me with pain & desire
Anger welling up like fire
Shaking & crying
While so far apart
Wishing that you wouldn't tear out my heart
Praying that you still love me when it all ends
To forgive me for everything
And let our two hearts mend
Please, God, don't let him slip away for I'll never find
Another like him
To which my heart & soul combines
He captured me mentally, physically and emotionally
While giving me peace, love and beauty
Just to have the chance once more
To absorb him into my skin
To feel his essence penetrate me within
And after the words and tears have all fallen
And forgiveness is made
We'll leave the past in the past
To continue a new beginning

Author: By Ida B. Wells Submitted by: CraftyChica

Never more never again

It seems that not so long ago,
you stood right next to me.
We shared our laughs, our lives and dreams
with innocent intimacy.
I remember the looks we shared
no words were ever spoken.
I even caught your stares
and many a token.
Then came the day where this no longer could stand
I said perhaps we ought to stay best of friends instead.
Upon your agreement i let out a smile
in hope that maybe we could still hold for miles
But first and last sight of you proved more to me
Than readings of writing and words of a book.

Through those once loving eyes i saw what i feared
You looking down your nose at me as though i wasn't there
I knew this wasn't true,
but my disgust still rose
I couldn't believe my dear friend was so gross

To think you could have spared such superficial thoughts
for a friendship that could have lasted for years in awe.
so instead i turned blank to your words and your stares
so now we stand never together, never more.

Author: dumblonde1990 Submitted by: dumblonde1990

No Matter What You Write

The paper upon which I write
a testament to my failure;
words scratched through,
lines obliterated,
soon join
paper wadded, torn
strewn around the floor.

My pencil, nearly a stub
readies a new sheet,
a clean slate,
radically blurs back and forth
above the paper
as if frustrated to be put to paper.

My eyes wander
seeking inspiration
from here to the floor,
suddenly fixated,
glued to one page.

Scattered among the chaos,
words scratched through,
I find what I have
been searching.

What alleviates my fear of writing,
of criticism, and elevates my confidence
to new levels.
I pick up the paper
assemble the words together,
I write,

"No matter what you write,
someone will love it."

Author: Mac McGovern Submitted by: macmcgovern

No One

No one cares about me,
I wish that I could flee
Far away from this place
Where I don't need to see your face.
I hate the stupid things you say,
I wish that you could go away
I long for someones sweet embrace,
Someone who doesn't care about my face.
I hate that I always have to achieve,
I hate that you will never believe
That I'm a person too,
That I have feelings,
Just like you
I'm never allowed to make a mistake
I'm having feelings I just can't take
I wanna start again.
I want a new life
I can't take dad
Nor his wife.
I want a new best friend,
Someone there 'til the end
I wanna leave this behind,
Leave it, 'til the end of time.
My heart's bled raw
There's things I saw
That changed me forever
But not for the better
Things I've been through,
You'd never believe
Things I have felt,
So often deceived
My life's far from perfect,
I wish you could see
How much a change of the slightest
Would mean to me

Author: Patrica (Me) Submitted by: Music...And...Poetry

No Title

The world stands aside to let anyone pass who know were he or she is going.

Author: Unknown Submitted by: socomjoe

O'Paris

Paris! thy seducing beauty
art,architecture and sophistication unmatched
lies buried horrid tales
of suffering,sacrifice and bloodshed
haunting the magnificence of
massive palaces and statues
symbolizing the indomitable spirit
of underprivileged artisans and working class
surging against tyranny and oppression
immortalizing the ever resounding banner
LIBERTE',EGALITE',FRATERNITE

Author: Anant J.Dave Submitted by: ajd127

Perfect Things

Everything interlinks somehow
A marriage between the external world and internal war
All around is life
Her paradox intrigues and screws with us all
Seduces us to death or the pleasure of death
And to Love. Who could forget love?
The crust of this earth
The platform of all creation
The foundation of great things
And Wars. Who could forget wars?
Wars are built on Love
Or at least its conflict
We do often misuse perfect things

Author: Jemima Pierre Submitted by: jemimanpierre

Perfection

You are more perfect than I could have hoped, more beautiful than I could have dreamed, more precious than I could have imagined, I love you more than I would have known.

Author: Unknown Submitted by: SarahBarber

Pervert's Plight

Breathes there a man
killing innocents
destroying civilization
spreading anarchy
disease,misery and terror
obeying dictates of Satan
making hell of this beautiful earth
wandering restless,thirsty and hungry
laden with reverberating sighs of victims
eclipsing unfulfilled desires and
dead-weight of his sinking soul.

Author: Anant J.Dave Submitted by: ajd127

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need for my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Author: Maya Angelou Submitted by: Mjonesy143

Photograph

by James Metcalfe

A photograph is more than just
A gift to bring or send.
And more than just the likeness of
A relative or friend.

It is a kindly greeting and
A memory to hold.
Of happy times and pleasant things.
However new or old.

It is a mirror that reflects
Companionship and cheer.
And now and then the wistfulness
That turns into a tear.

A photograph is something to
Adorn a desk or wall.
Or carry in a pocket and
Display to one and all.

It is a faithful portrait
The smile that friendship shares
To add its sunshine and to show
That someone really cares.

Rage

Rage,how it makes me age,there is no end,dark and light start to blend,there is only red coursing through my head,rage,is my name this is no game,its a weary bunch of trends thank god i met my leery friends,now rage is a chore that takes my age no more.

Author: MikeyT Submitted by: mikeyt

Rules Of Behavior

by George Washington

Read no letters, books, or papers in company;
But when there is a necessity for doing it,
You must ask to leave.

Come not near the books or writing of any one
So as to read them, unless desired,

Nor give your opinion of them unasked,
Also, look not nigh when another is writing a letter.

Give not advice without being asked,
And when desired, do it briefly.

Be not curious to know the affairs of others,
Neither approach to those that speak in private.

Reproach none for the infirmities of nature,
Nor delight to put them that have them in mind thereof.

second best

I want to feel I'm your number one,
Your Earth, Your Moon and Sun,
Yet when others call your name ,
I am left alone and I am to blame .
They only call you when in need ,
to fill their selfishness and greed.
Yet I sit at your beck and call,
and without your love I build my wall
Never thinking it would come to this ,
Feelings hurt and kisses missed
I feel apart of me has died,
You say I am full of foolish pride.
But no my love I deserve better than this,
When I always put you at the top of my list.
I put you high above the rest ,
And yet you've always shown me ...
That I am your second best.

Author: Malinda Clark Submitted by: mclark13069

The Muggers Prayer

To mug to play around today
aint it a shame to reduce to such pity
like a worm below a dirty soil or even a convested boil

to show your pain is to admit your shame
i admit im the only one to blaim
for what ive created deep down inside
this dirt and filth i cant describe

so dear lord up above send me your wisdom and love
and let it be as beutiful as i imagine
like the wonderfull sky or doves that fly bye

how i long to see my future perfect and beutifull
no money in my mind right now
just enougth love and attention to get bye.

Author: Anthony Mumford Submitted by: fadin out

The Next Journey

No real escape from anything you digest
All you need is just an action to get best
Day and night you waste your time in vain
Any rescuing hand in practice is no villain.

To your understanding everything is naught,
just a thing to rejoice at the best thought
you hear no thunder in sight in your world
Alas! Where the hell all intimacies streaked
without escorting any worldly goods indeed!

You're alone now in this desert, having no water
stranded in the very core of thirst for a better
life when given the opportunity to turn back later
to spend it on the edge of good and bad whatsoever.

'Too late, man! ‘It’s said to new, eternal dwellers
of the new adobe, ready to welcome misleaders
giving loads of love with scalding hot embraces.
There they will dwell on the things in repentance.

Author: Ibrahim Ercan Submitted by: ruyethunter

The Owl

Anonymous

There was an old owl
Who lived in an oak;
The more he heard,
The less he spoke.
The less he spoke,
The more he heard.
Why aren't we like
That wise old bird?

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Author: Robert Frost Submitted by: TexasMomOf4

The Sum

A little dreaming by the way
A little toiling day by day
A little pain, a little strife
A little joy,--and that is life.
A little short-lived summer's morn
When joy seems all so newly born
When one day's sky is blue above
And one bird sings,--and that is love.
A little quickening of the years
The tribute of a few hot tears
Two folded hands, the failing breath
And peace at last,--and that is death.
Just dreaming, loving, dying so
The actors in this drama go
A flitting picture on the wall...
Love, death, the themes,--but
Is that all?

Author: Paul Lawrence Danber Submitted by: tlcya33

The two roads

There was a path
Deep in the woods.
Once, it forked-
The bad, the good.

I chose to take
The left-hand path,
I did not know
I needed a map.

Now this road that I travel
Is dirty and battered.
It’s littered with dreams
That are broken and tattered.

Paved with wrongdoings
And dotted with hearts,
That were taken from people
And just torn apart.

Pain and regret
Are common here.
Wherever you turn,
They’re always near.

I want to cross
To the other path,
And leave behind
This painful wrath.

I thought I was forever
Doomed to walk.
And all the gates
Were tightly locked.

But as I continued,
A footbridge I could see.
A bridge of hope
Called out to me.

Slowly I crossed
To the path of good.
Finally I was on the path
Of which I thought I should.

Now hidden deep
Within the woods.
The one that forked;
Paths bad and good.

I once was wrong
But now I’m right.
And before me
Glows a guiding light.

Altered by
A little step.
So close to falling
In darkened depths.

But I was finally
Pulled to hope.
I found that footbridge,
And learned to cope.

My simple mistake
Following the crowd.
Ignoring the heart
That speaks so loud.

The choices you make
Can change your life.
One will bring happiness,
The other brings strife.

There was a path,
Deep in the woods.
Once it forked;
The bad, the good.

Heed my warning,
Because I know.
Follow your heart-
You’ll know where to go.

Author: Whitney Welch Submitted by: x3Jessicalouise

This Day

i've fought
&nd i've solved
i've cried
&nd i've laughed
i've gotten closer
&nd i've lost respect
i've been there for someone
&nd i've been betrayed
i've been lied to
&nd i've been loved
all of which has truly showed me
what i already knew.
trust yourself.
&nd you're the only one that can bring
happiness to yourself!!

Author: Cheyenne Harrington Submitted by: Shellsurfer

To look upon, remember, imagine and ponder

31 DECEMBER 2003
Dedicated to those who have lost their sight, but not their vision in their hearts. This is dedicated to Ra Smith.

ROSES AND VIOLETS ENTER TWINE A SMEAR OF MARBLED BLOOM
A TWIST HERE AND THERE OF MISCHIEVOUSNESS IN THE AIR
THE GENESIS OF THE END, SHORTENS ANALOGUE CLOCK
READY FOR A MAGIC MOMENT OF SILENT STARLINGS AND MANY PIERCING SPIES IN THE NIGHT.
THE NIGHT HAS 1000 EYES. THE NIGHT HAS 1000 SPIES OF SPARKLING RIPS THAT PEIRCE AND TORE MY BLANKET
WHICH SURROUNDS THE MOON IN ITS STAGES OF LIFE
ITS ROUNDNESS BLOOMS TO ITS FULL POTENTIAL AND FEELS COMPLETE
BUT UNLIKE OTHER TIMES, IT CAN FEEL ¼ TO ½ TO ¾ BACK TO A WHOLE
DESPITE THE CHILLY AIR, THE BLANKET SURROUNDS ITS WARMNESS AND SMOTHERS IT WITH ITS LOVE TO FEEL WANTED AND MOVE COMPLETE
A LIGHT IN THE SKY IS POWERFUL ENOUGH TO DISTINGUISH ALL OTHER LIGHTS
GENESIS OF THE BEAUTIFUL AURORA BLOOMS AS ROSES, VIOLETS, LILIES AND DAFFODILS ENTWINE AS ONE
WITH A BABY BLUE BLANKET NOW IN ITS EMBRACE
YOU COME FACE TO FACE
WITH THE GLORIOUS SUN!

Author: Manasseh Bailey Submitted by: Sunshine Manz Spiggy

Treachery

It is a virus lurking
throughout every mind,
it is a serpent beckoning for you to follow,
the blood rushing across the ground
and the thorns bundled in a crown,
it is the rusty nails clenched within his hands,
the wood cut down from a tree
and in the cock that crowed three times.

It is money in a bag
that was thrown across the stoned floor,
it is the death encrypted on a tomb stone,
the guilt implanted within Pontius Pilate's head,
and it is the love repeatedly mislead,
it is the bread of his flesh,
the wine of his blood,
and the last meal of the twelve.


It is the piece of the puzzle
we try our best to avoid,
it is the perjury that suggest our faith,
and it is the wounds that invite us to believe
there truly is a God.

It is the oath which proved him worthy,
the promise to die by those who didn't believe in him,
it is within everyone and a part of me.

Author: Jenn Submitted by: BSA

Treat me different

You treat me like I am nothing.
You know I have feelings too.
I go home every night weeping because of you.
You do not know how much it hurts
to be called names like that.
Try being in my shoes for just one day.
Going home, ready to die.
Not wanting to be alive.
Your skin trembling because you're scared to death
that life will be the same even when you're gone.
Knowing no one cares that you're even gone.
So think the next time;
when you say something to us.
We may not be here ever again
because of your words hurting us.
Think about it twice before letting
those harsh words go;
because the next time you say something,
we might just let our lives go.

Author: Stefani Nicole Wagner Submitted by: suew

Untitled

I'm so grateful to be alone:
crickets in darkening grass
a walk among pine trees
be with the ocean's pulse
or the silent early dawn.

Author: Svein Myreng Submitted by: aliciaaa1

Venting " You call yourself an American "

They call me the Silent Rank, The left behind
The one who holds the house together
The one who has to be both mother and father
The one who sleeps alone, crying herself to sleep

I'm sappost to be strong when i know i'm week
I'm tuff as nails, hard as a rock
Not because i want to be but because i have to be

So when you protest and hold those signs of anti-war,
Remember those who are left to be alone Because their SOLDIER
Is fighting so you can be free

The soldiers are the ones who leave their families to answer a call of duty
Putting their lives on the line, just for you people who don't appriciate,
Don't appriciate the fact that the reason your aloud to hold those signs
Is because soldiers are the ones who fought for your right to

So while you stay judgmental and comfortably secure in your homes
Just remember there is a soldier who died tonight
Fighting for your freedom, Fighting so you can be safe

So go ahead and laugh,
Go ahead and hate,
Go ahead and say it's wrong
Because i know your the one who is weak
You stay at home sheltered
While our soldiers fight with Pride,
Putting their lives on the line

I hope you feel better, you proved to the world how cowardly you truely are
So grip that sign with all you got, hold it tight
Because you know that the soldiers are the reason you have that RIGHT!

Author: Atlantis Spears an angry army wife Submitted by: Laney8586

Wait until it ends

I've heard you whining so many times
and though I do try to understand
don't you see, it's making me
really really annoyed
every time you talk you complain
and act like your in so much pain
while I just roll my eyes and then smile
and try to help you through it
but it's nothing! Why can't you see
why can't you just be flaming happy?!
It’s nothing! It's minor!
It doesn't’t compare!
It’s nothing compared to my pain.
Every time your complaining
and act like it's so bad
and every time you talk
you make out your sad
but your life is brilliant
I want to swap with you
you act like your always depressed
I know it isn't’t true
you have no idea what it's like
to actually hurt inside
to hide, to cry, to be broken
a hundred and one times
you have no idea what I've been through
you have no idea how much I've cried
and you don't know that no one knows
because I keep it all inside
just shut up! I don't care!
Okay, so I'm not being fair
but so what? you can't see
how lucky you must really be
stop complaining about tiny things
just shut up and leave me be
but I'll never say these things
I know how much hurt it brings
so I'll just smile and pretend
and wait until it ends

Author: Unknown Submitted by: Music...And...Poetry

Why Dream

I shoot for the stars trying to chase my dreams
All the while I feel I'm bursting at my seams
One day I'm happy up higher than I'll ever be
The next I find myself falling deep into the dark blue sea
Drowning what emotions that are left inside of me

Happiness comes and surrounds me like the wind
But sadness and doubt comes right on in
Leaving me feeling more lonely than I've ever been
Why does sadness come and steal all my dreams
Leaving me doubting myself or so it may seem

The sadness overwhelms me each day I awake
Erasing every step and breath that I take
Leaving not a trace of what was, what is or what can be
Leaving me empty, setting me free from all of life's misery

Do not dream for dreams are just that
Dreams can become nightmares that cause you to doubt
Just live your life as best as you can, be happy with what you've got
Make the best of life's plan
Dreams are o.k. when your asleep
But they are no good when your awake
They will just steal the very breath you take.

Author: Nancy Gilbert Submitted by: nancy2007

windows

The face I see reflected, I know so very well,
Yet it seems so unfamiliar
a hollow empty shell
I know its me I see there
the face I wear each day,
but my soul it feels so separate
as though it travels it's own way
I lived a hundred heartbreaks
and somehow made it through
had my spirit melt like snowflakes
Despair at what to do
I feel so very weary
the road goes on and on
I cannot see a resting place
Or where the sun has shone
I will travel on my life map
keep marching right ahead
and battle every misshap
my heart a piece of lead
I am looking through a window
watching my own life
Its like a tired old stage show
And it cuts me like a knife
I cannot see tomorrow
know if my heart may lift
but sunny thoughts I'll borrow
The greatest precious gift

Author: bumcheeks Submitted by: bumcheeks

Windows

Funny Poem
Windows
By Diana J. Bishop

I Open My Windows and What do I See?
More Windows Waiting for Me.
I Open and Close
With the Click of My Mouse
And Watch the Whole World
From Inside My House
Explore Windows and ME

Author: Diana J. Bishop Submitted by: SCRAPPINAZ

Wishing on a Star

Wishing on a shooting star
Closed inside my room
Wishing I could be that star
As it sails close to the moon.

This shooting star will stay with me
'Till the night I leave this life
As the dream that gets me through my pain
And sorrow, and fear, and strife.

Author: Lillian Rosaline Submitted by: Lillian Rosaline

You & Me

I want to take a moon bath with you.
I want to dance around a ring of fire with you.
I want to chase the stars with you.
I want to explore the other side of life –
The side of life people fear –
I want to explore that with you.
I want to teach you,
I want you to teach me.
We have so much to learn from each other.
What are we waiting for?
With you I want to let go of everything that’s holding me back.
Maybe one day I can.
But your inhibitions are just as much in the way as mine.
I believe it will be a very beautiful thing –
The day you let go of yours and I can let go of mine.
Maybe that day we can go to that spiritual place together.
I hope that you will let me bring you to the inner depths of my world one day.
I would love to show you where I truly exist beyond here.

Author: Me Submitted by: Luna_tic72