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I've been writing poetry since January 2004. I don't consider myself to possess any true artistic genius. I do however, create based upon my inner most feelings pertaining to the subject or the time. My expressions are my own and are often simple ramblings.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: War: 4 of 544
I believe the older we get and the closer we get to the end of our lives, the less likely we are to want it to end prematurely. Therefore if wars were required to be fought by elderly men, they would never happen and man would finally have to solve problems through discussion and other peaceful means. A nice thought anyway.(m... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The end: 1 of 40
End Of DayAs I pray at end of dayI watch the light as it fades awayEvery breath I take exaggerates my frightI know he has me in his sightRealization awakens, its time to payfor all those times I went astrayI watch his finger flex its mightas it moves the trigger ever so slightThere is no time for remorsethe bullet already on ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Celebrities: 1 of 24
A Tribute To JohnnyThis was a fun poem to write as a tribute to the great Johnny Cash. I wanted to do something different to eulogize his accomplishments. This poem is the incorporation of many of his music titles into a story line format. See how many of his song titles you can find. Good luck, enjoy.This is about a man name... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Independence: 1 of 23
Declaration Of IndependenceAlone in the night,gazing at the beauty,of a celestial masterpiece,yet untouched,by the cover of cloud,an unrelenting silence,is interrupted,by the insistent ticking,of an old grandfather clock in the parlor,a candle with a dual wick,rests on a table,made of knotty pine,roughly chiseled,to add a rus... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loss of a beloved women: 2 of 41
I See Her ThereI see her therethrough the passage of time,in thought and dream.I see her thereforcing gloom to remit,instilling love day and night.I see her thereas each day does pass,my companion, my wife.I see her there,her smile bright,opening her arms to hold me tight.I see her there,I cried as her death neared,her lose a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I believe...: 3 of 54
I BelieveI have broken the bonds of natural birth,I am free to roam around the earthMy journey takes me into the sea,so deep, so cold, a comfort to me,more mysterious than I remember she,I truly believe, I am freeNext into the sky, so high above,so radiant, so blue, I fly as a dove,I truly believe, I am in loveThe universe be... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Prayer: 14 of 231
Arms Of Eternal LifeHeavenly Father,as I close my eyesand enter into the realm ofethereal unconsciousness,where your bountiful guidanceis impressed upon my soul,inspire me to receive yourmessage and awaken bathed inyour protective light.Guide me through each daykeeping me in the comfort of yourgrace,cause me not to falter or ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Imprisoned: 3 of 47
The LightIt irritates meHolds me as a prisonerHungering to be freeIt remains constant for an occasional flickerAn orb with no conscienceMaking life bitterEvery day the sameAn hour of reliefFree from its glareStill all I can do is walk and stareI'll be here for lifeNever really accepting my plightMy only consolationIt will eve... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's paths: 26 of 284
Walk With MeWalk With MeWhat started on our first dayWill stay to the lastWalk With MeFeel the wind upon your faceNo urgency nowA gentle paceWalk With MeAlong the beachWith golden sand beneath our feetAs the sun dips into the seaTears wellEmotions deepBreathtaking, unable to speakWalk With MeAmong the treesThe rustle of leave... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Trees: 24 of 249

The Oak TreeI have a picture of a tree,its gnarled trunk thick and wide,support branches reaching a hundred feet high.Once started as a seed, has grown to become truly mighty,generations have played under her leaves, climbing high into her crown,a dizzying height,tire tubes and swings, wore deep grooves into her lower branche... More..