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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Broken & lost: 2 of 163

I Wait in Silence I waited in silence, As the moments pass by. Too mournful to weep, Too cast down to cry. The weight of the world, Seems upon me cast. Fearful of the future, Chained in by the past. I am languishing in limbo, By these thoughts of you. My heart has been ravaged, My soul's been pierced through. The world that ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 21 of 1171

Love Walks a Lonely Mile Love walks a lonely mile, Past flocking crowds, past laughter and smiles. Into darker valleys of sorrow and pain, Past favor and renown,into scorn and disdain. Love walks an untraveled mile, In its longing to bind up and reconcile. Its intentions often misunderstood, It goes into the depths for the h...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Rain: 5 of 226

Misery's Flood It came, after hours of oppression. In torrents, in floods, drenching, beating down, The earth was swallowed in the hallowed sound. It came sudden, though the sky like a fortune teller, Gave the predictions of it's ominious arrival, The parched ground tense and eager for it's revival. Tell me that my suffering...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicide: 18 of 448

I wanted to die, But life wouldn't let me. It would have been so easy, A handfull of pills, a mishap at the wheel, Anything and everything to end the way that I feel. But I felt a flow, a pulse, a surge, Stifling in my throat the words of a dirge. I wanted to die, But life wouldn't let me. I wanted to die, But hope wouldn't ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Arrogance: 2 of 44

Beggar for Grace When it all falls out. And your feet have slipped. Your hands have suddenly, Lost their grip. And you are starting to spiral. Down that slippery slope. You've lost your assurance, And your ability to cope. Just moments ago, You felt secure. So certain there was nothing, You couldn't endure. But now you've lo...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Ecstasy: 3 of 26

The Desire of the Uke/In the Arms of Poetry Poetry in form, Before my eyes is born. Moving through empty space, My heart is pierced by grace. Prose has been lifted off the page, And now commands my gaze. Flowing free upon the parchment of time, I am captured by living rhyme. Drawn in and surrounded, In awe and astounded. Lif...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love expressed: 107 of 678

One and Only He is my one and only, So far off and so lonely. Whose yearning has no sound, Whose heart cannot be found. He is my only lover, Quite unlike any other. While he struggles with himself, I wait upon my shelf. For I cannot hunger, cannot cling, Or try to press on him anything. But stand by him silent with no words ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Inspirational: 86 of 439

Winds of Heaven On this journey we are weary, The way before us hard and long. But I have a hand to hold in the darkness My friend's love to keep me strong. And when we rest along the wayside, In the hours before the dawn, We will set our hearts toward heaven And together sing this song. The wind will flow around us, Its arm...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Differences between you & me: 7 of 34

Wilderness I wish I were the wilderness, A wild and fierce and lonely land. For then I'd know what's in your heart, And I would take you by the hand. I'd wake the brisk October wind, And lead you to a mountain stream. I'd share the quiet of your mind, And wake in you a brand new dream. For there is a part of you I'll never h...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My son: 63 of 169

Popularity 101 Popularity 101 That is best way to describe my son. If his grades were based on all the friends he has made, Rest assured his report cards would only have A's If it were up to the girls who come by and call, His name would be engraved on scholarly walls. Or if his good looks could score intellectually, He'd be...