Snow in the sun
Blinding and beautiful
Pick it up and you only have
Wet hands.
Snow in the sun
Blinding and beautiful
Pick it up and you only have
Wet hands.
I wrote a poem on a leaf and it blew away...
how it snows
in Julys
no one really
knows,
how it shines
in the rain
no one really fares,
how it warms
and melt in
frost
is beauty
real in its core.
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it may never try
but when it does it sigh
it is just that
good
it fly
The Metaphysics of Dead Meat
Some say my spirit's brainy meat
Quite tasty for white worms to eat
Who'll chew each neuron till it's gone.
When they're not looking, I'll move on.
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Morning Show
Walking on the park's damp path,
Releasing fear, dissolving wrath,
Those trees stay quiet as I go
While they as well enjoy the show.
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I was walking down the street
I saw some children playing there
Some men were talking about defeat
And smoke-filled gossip filled the air
An old woman gave a smile
Her eyes were heavy but her spirit warm
I thought she'd save me for a while
But my sorrow found a different form
The cars were crowded in a row
And the noise polluted a peaceful day
My thoughts were shrouded in shadow
As I strolled along my usual way
The heaviness which binds us now
Comes and goes like moods that pass
You turn a switch and then somehow
The old dissolves like aired out gas
All these things that fade away
Return again in another coat
The old bird sings at the break of day
And takes its time to fill each note.
My Mental Box
This mental box is like a coffin.
It keeps the good stuff out.
The stuff within will soon go rotten
If it don't move about.
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Ever since you grew out your hair,
You seem to get it everywhere.
On my clothes, and on the chair,
In my meals, and silverware.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written. ~Oscar Wilde.
Prayer
What he needs is someone kind and generous and wise,
a girl who will at least attempt to synthesise affection,
can appreciate him for the skills he has
and not try to bend him to her will.
Was such a woman ever born,
who wouldn't treat her man with scorn?
Damn you early morning, you've done it again with your alarms and work and pissing people off. Why do you operate this way, world? Nobody likes it.
In a Japanese restaurant there were talking fish
A cloud was involved in harmonies
The trees danced, they did,
A strange peace hovered
Zap, had to get up.
At least 20 minutes to know what day it is.
Exhausted again, need that dream back, but it's gone.
It's a strange thing, we all have to do things we dislike,
Seems like we could change this, but for inertia and the old ways,
Why, 7 AM isn't really early is it?
Yes, it is early, you're damn right, it's too early.
Sunshine
The good, the bad enjoy the sun.
It shines its best on anyone
Who gets a chance and doesn't hide
While sunny daytime's on one's side.
The ones you hate, the ones you love
All get the pure light from above
And should we whine that it's not fair
The sun still shines and doesn't care.
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*lol* Love this.Originally Posted by YesNo
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written or badly written. ~Oscar Wilde.
Thanks, BookBeauty! I enjoyed yours about the hair getting all over the place as well. I like reading all of poems in this thread actually.
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I have to admit, it is one of the best threads I ever started.
Enjoyed your writing too YesNo.
Like this.
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