Esther, a really zany poem I love it! This is the first one Ive read so far. Off to see more. Would love you to visit my website. Will message you though. Lisa 0x0 Report Reply. Witty and amusing; loved it! You've spotted my symptoms - eek! But I didn't expect you to gossip about them.
Enticing Introspection , RoseAnn V. Be There An Introspection , Rm. It is necessary now and then for a man to go away by himself and experience loneliness; to sit on a rock in the forest and to ask of himself, 'Who am I, and where have I been, and where am I going? And I encourage you poets, do not be ashamed of where you once were or what you're going through now; as much as you may doubt, sharing those things will help someone who can relate to you. I am left unhappy from my decisions. A Song Of Introspection , Dr.
Too little instrospection isn't 'as bad' - it's called 'lack of insight'. This merry, ominous poem reveals a balanced appreciation - and is just a terrific write!
Upbeat, fun and full of wisdom - love it! Hold me tight, my friend, I am going to sail in damnation. Between devil and saint I have lost my home. A wooden ship is on fire at the turbulent sea and I am going to welcome you on the. Oh God, you amuse us, you are ever so funny You take pains to make our day warm and sunny; Then you give us the night, soft and soothing as honey Prolific gifts you give us, without charging a penny.
I stare into the night, the darkness and my thoughts become dark then I knelt down to ask for forgiveness. I stare into the water and my eyes become watery as I see the water flowing on forever miles and.
Why is it, That all around me People have flashes of inspiration, A seed that grows into something great, Something worthy of recognition? Movement spurts the truth- an endless journey.
The constant search for beliefs creates confusion. Craving and wanting generates more conflicts. The meaningless life drifts. Can you go beyond your dreams, beyond your yearnings? I wanted to disagree with death the. Though I clearly see Paralleling traits, Corresponding facets Astonishingly quaint This complex, albeit moving, Prominent connection Holds a minute blemish Worthy of reflection. I looked in the mirror, exasperated eyes glared back at me.
I bowed my eyes down, and thought for a moment, soon I recalled the way my day was. When I was young, I thought I knew so much about so much, about this and that, and him and her, and they and them, and such and such.
When I was young, I knew where I wanted to go,. Yearly, an obligatory tax on lovers, reminder to those without one. Florists, chocolatiers, jewelers, rejoice!
And I encourage you poets, do not be ashamed of where you once were or what you're going through now; as much as you may doubt, sharing those things will help someone who can relate to you. Madisen Kuhn Sep Jonathan Campbell Aug 9. The dose of smoke I consume to lighten my soul, exits the lungs. Feelings of sadness, regret. I am left unhappy from my decisions. I am left opened up bleeding out, staining the concrete.