I am a student who loves to think. One thing I love to do is to write my thoughts, mostly in poetry, because it allows others (You) to analyze the thought and see if you catch the original thought or something else. So... Im glad you found my page and I hope
+ more bio informationWindow I close my eyes I lay to sleep Not seeing out But seeing in Flashing, falling through my mind Showing me colors and Images All through the night What is it I see? It is the thoughts Thoughts I dare not think Not in the light But my mind knows I can handle them now I see the wishes Wishes I hold, telling none And for a...
What is Poetry? A photograph of Emotions A play of rhymes A capturing of essence A poem takes on many forms Free verse, blank verse, metaphors All combined to create a work Of art? Its no painting But perhaps the artist Paints the poem Capturing the words in color Just as the poets words capture the color Rhymes, allusions, ...
Time as a master is hard to appease, He moves on quick cadance, Pulling us along, We're bound to him by chains, Made of heart beats, No time for a rest, No time for a breath in the absence of seasons, Toiling hard, we each reap more years For Master Time's great store, We keep tally for him, We celebrate each new year we add...
Where to? Look for the castle Up high in the sky Sitting in a landscape Of fields of stars And mountains of billowing clouds No instructions can bring you there Its not miles or meters away A compass won't help you either For far enough West is always East And far enough North only South To find it you must travel Travel thr...
- Conversations With a Mute I spoke the other Day to a mute. It was really very Much of a one-sided conversation. Although he could make good Use of sign language I didn't have a clue What he meant. So I talked and I talked Until finally the man Gave me a sign Universally known For, "Piss off!" And with that Bird I flew away.
Renegades spreading through out Unstoppable for her Her kidneys, liver, and spine shout As they are attacked, besieged, devoured. But calmly she lays, reflecting silently On 83 years lived in health. A once strong woman, a government official Once in charge of departments Her words written changing to rules, Now lays in bed,...
Army of the Morn. The trumpet of life Blown by lips unseen A trumpeting of color, Of light, of sound It awakens, Or is it itself Heralded by, The song of A thousand birds This infinite trumpeting Calls all the stars To a morning reveille They stand in formation Appearing as one Arise in unison Away in the East With an erupti...
Clearly Forgetful- Why do clear starry nights Cloud my mind, Not allowing me to peer back At that cloudy time, That time of sorrow, I want to remember what was said, I want to remember what was done, I want to remember what was Felt. But these stars are blinding, And this night so clear That i can not find a cloud That remin...
- Death Becomes It There is a Tree In my front yard That resembles a Finger Pointing north. I love this Tree's Graceful curve and The dead branches like Wiry hairs electrocuted On the upraised Finger. The tree is rotting And covered with Fungus, Which eats away At the remaining Bark. And the trunk houses Termites That dine i...
Keys lost Worst than water just out of reach To a man groped by thirst in the desert Worst then food just out of sight To a pauper strangled by hunger Worst is that treasure That key to the heart Worst is when you can't find it And the heart seals tight Worst is this than all other torture More depressing than the pitch blac...
M. Joseph
Member since: June 2007
Articles Written: 73