131 results for 'poetry'
If you just want it bad enough, do you want it bad enough? When can you let go, please? Where will you finally go? Have you tagged on a reason? Have you found a home? You need some supplies first. Tent, backpack, you have to make arrangements. Things to plan, places to go, people to see. I’d suggest a map. You know, and I could reconnectlet the world knowyou’ll be out and aboutit’s time to seewhat we’re made ofWhat are you going to do?Bring the paints with you? That’s a lot of thinking, on the road like that,do you really think you can handle any more thinking? And lonely, what if you get lonely,... (more)
When you look at the sky what do you see?
Birds in the wind,
Or clouds floating by?
Can you still see the sun
When it’s dark all around?
When you look at the clouds what do you see?
A rabbit or an angel,
A horse or a devil?
Can you still see the blue
Through the clouds above you?
When you look at the stars what do you see?
Or hydrogen burning
In the vastness of space of time –
The origin of all life.
When you look at yourself what do you see?
Spec of dust or... (more)
why are you so scared
to express your thoughts
why is it you have to hide your name
you seem ashamed
i can't blame you
you tell me my poetry is silly
yet you have the nerve to remain nameless
why do you act so tough
when you are truely soft
you insult others work
yet you don't give any advice
you just tell them how much their work sucked
while you munch on a sandwich
which you probably bought
so tell me sir
why is it you diss others
but you choose to remain nameless... (more)
The warrior is poorly understood
The revolutionary, ronin, knight errant
They preferred comfort over causes
but we have taken our last stand; this stand
is about respect. The primordial soul
of man; self determination is - life.
Rodents scurry the plague through heaven
The rebel would not be called; hero.
He resolved a final resolution
his heart and mind beyond resurrection.
Do not mistake this death a suicide
His was a victory; he saved himself.(more)
...its quest for objectiveness. Which leads me to wonder about what should be printed in our newspapers and other media outlets? Where in the natural world does it proclaim that only disciplined articles posing as objective are worthy of the public's eyes? What if someone wants to read poetry? Wants to read something extremely subjective? Not because they are looking to expand their inner-soul or something poetically extravagant like that but just because it's been a long day and they need a kick of something different. In a world that has never before seen such a vast and... (more)
The day life ended was a day like any other.
People walked down the street, airplanes flew overhead,
and robbers broke into the local bank.
The day life ended, the sky was blue, the sun was shining,
and a few white clouds drifted westwards with the wind.
A dog was running down the street, chased by his owner.
No one knew it was only hours before the wind would stop blowing, the sun would freeze in its orbit,
and no mind would remain to observe.
If a tree falls in the forest and nobody hears,
what is the sound of the one hand clapping?... (more)