131 results for 'poetry'
In the ambrosial chattels of my dream,I was born in the mountains, grew up to frisk in the plainsand slide on the oceans to caress the ecstasy of the winds.In my trance, I had the liberty to effectuate my longings andpropel my intentions to veer myself of fears. But angst I awoke to discern the vagary of my thoughts toactual, a truth of 'as is' and the aphorism of my state.In the tangibility of existence, I am far away from the absolute,gripped so tight in the shackles of confinement and controland tabooed to lift off my veil.I am the journey of femininity and my life is a biography ofemotions.... (more)
Angel Gabriel looked into me
Blameful brutal blissful what did he see?
Careful chattel circle grew over me
Dandle to dazzle duple dribble
Factual not fable, can't fickle, be faithful he said
Gentle dear Gabriel exuberantly gracefully I said
Handsel you gave once with heedful Hoyle inside my place
Ordinal position from birth came first given by Grace
Primal factual came first
Sessional over, breathe sibyl, soulful is dead, he said
Whistling semantics came purple linguistics
Easy, I said!(more)
Why Don’t We Write?
What is it that prevents us from writing the very words that cloud our minds in the moment of inspiration?
Is the fear that what we have to say may seem relevant and hold purpose to ourselves but not others?
Is it that we fear that what we feel so passionately about may evidently fall upon deaf ears?
Before we allow ourselves to dream bigger than any physical wall which could separate us from the things we most desire, too often do we chain ourselves down before we can even leave the grounds of our true potential.
In our hearts we understand... (more)
...member of the Build the Dream Foundation, building a memorial to Rev Dr Martin Luther King Jr in Washington, DC. She is a former professional musician and a retired civilian employee of the United States Army. Her hobbies include yoga, gardening, knitting, and, of course, music. As well as poetry and novels, she has also written music and songs.
Ripples on the Surface
Ripples on the Surface by Franki deMerle is a compilation of poetry written from 1969 through 2005. The author’s proceeds go directly to Global Partners for Development to help women in... (more)
Opiate Shimmering Eyes
Odeum Princess Electrifies
Outlandish Appeal Signifies
Ocean of Beauty Magnifies
Omelet of Culture Dignifies
Oriflamme of My Spirit
Onager of Life Soul
Osmotic Her Aura
Omega Woman She
Orbit This One I Will(more)
Four years and eleven months,Infidelity came wrapped with a worn out ribbon
Infidelity came wrapped with a broken bow
Infidelity came wrapped with torn paper like the one you ripped in my soul
The only one who told the truth was the man paid for hire," I don't know how to tell you this but at four years and eleven months, your partner is a cheater, and a liar. On the internet, in person too. I'm sorry, your lover was being unfaithful to you.'
One month shy of our five year anniversary,
Tears fell like raining fire,
burning away edges of dreams built... (more)
I have a secret.
I mustn't tell.
It's deep in my soul,
And hungry to attack.
It's called a feeling.
It's welling up inside me and it wants to escape.
It has this desire to rip past my thoughts and curiosities
And seek what really is and forget the many hours spent wondering what could be.
Will you keep my secret?
It's a special surprise.
It's for someone who is holding my heart in his hands.
He knows not who he is.
He has no knowledge of what he does to me.
And oh what he does to me.
It hurts it's... (more)
Push, push, shove, shove. Here we go again, A new day has begun.
What a way to earn a living. Suck it up, Suck it in.
Contact Jim, contact Jane. Tell them what is needed.
Did they understand? Say a prayer now, say one later.
What happened to this day? Time has run out, the sun has set.
Lay my head down. Close my eyes, try to sleep.
Try to avoid the nightmares. Try to relax, a new day is coming.
What have you done for me lately? Get the job done. Get the job done now.
Do the job cheaper. Do it with less and faster
Deliver the product... (more)
Seek and you shall find
Mysteries that grow on trees in the hidden corners of your mind
Memories and make-believe sometimes heavily intertwined
The ones before, the ones right now and the ones you hope to meet
They all join hands and do a dance, yet never really speak
So no one can tell you where to find them or how to let them go
The sing-song rhythm and hurried buzzing go from fast to slow
So all you're ever really left with is...
You never really know(more)
-Some lives, like some remarks, only make sense out of context.
-Words make known. But we live in the unknown.
-Tell the truth. It's more disturbing than telling lies.
-Rain is the picnic when it rains.
-Press your lips to the fountain and drink life in.
-Death is. That's its only excuse.
-Priceless things are things you put no price on.
-Real dishes break. That's how you know they're real.
-Blessed are they who expect nothing, for they'll be pleasantly surprised.
-If you paint a black picture, the picture will be black.... (more)