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Just finished Haiku #48, only 317 more to go. Thanks for stopping by and reading.
Jul 15, 2011
Jul 14, 2011
Haiku #47
Invading army,
staking claim to fresh new lands,
time to spread weed kill.
staking claim to fresh new lands,
time to spread weed kill.
Jul 13, 2011
Innocent Love
Tender eyes upon a tender life.
How precious the innocent,
when love is the motivator,
without thought of self.
If only we were to imitate,
however fleeting it should be,
a moment of love in innocence,
oh, how our world would change
written for bluebell books poetry slam
How precious the innocent,
when love is the motivator,
without thought of self.
If only we were to imitate,
however fleeting it should be,
a moment of love in innocence,
oh, how our world would change
written for bluebell books poetry slam
My Wasteland
I am in my own nightmare
a desolate wasteland of my own making
hope is waning
and my mind betrays
as my thoughts are misled
confusion reigns
once my path was clear
now it is hidden
sorrow of neglected years
time laughs
there is no going back
forward into blackness
I stumble
the past haunts
and I seek escape
but my mind is weary
by body drained
rest for a moment
I may not get back up
so easy to quit
but I will not
for light shall breach the dark
I will see again
and forge a new path
into a future unknown
dry my tears
and stand tall
if but for a moment
hope glimmers
yet it is enough
to press forward
but what of tomorrow
when all seems lost once again
I cannot think of the next day
for it is all I can do today
to stand tall
in this desolate wasteland
a nightmare of my own making.
a desolate wasteland of my own making
hope is waning
and my mind betrays
as my thoughts are misled
confusion reigns
once my path was clear
now it is hidden
sorrow of neglected years
time laughs
there is no going back
forward into blackness
I stumble
the past haunts
and I seek escape
but my mind is weary
by body drained
rest for a moment
I may not get back up
so easy to quit
but I will not
for light shall breach the dark
I will see again
and forge a new path
into a future unknown
dry my tears
and stand tall
if but for a moment
hope glimmers
yet it is enough
to press forward
but what of tomorrow
when all seems lost once again
I cannot think of the next day
for it is all I can do today
to stand tall
in this desolate wasteland
a nightmare of my own making.
Labels:
creative writing,
darkness,
poem,
poems,
random thoughts,
writing
Jul 12, 2011
Haiku #45
Scales of the eyes fall,
clear sight, path redirected,
new journey ahead.
clear sight, path redirected,
new journey ahead.
Jul 11, 2011
Haiku #44
I now entreat you,
step with me into madness,
words flow, worlds unfold.
step with me into madness,
words flow, worlds unfold.
Jul 10, 2011
Haiku #43
What really is love?
Puffed up talk and nothing more,
or words with action?
Puffed up talk and nothing more,
or words with action?
Jul 9, 2011
Haiku #42
A delicate touch,
brush of feathers on your skin,
in my arms you melt.
brush of feathers on your skin,
in my arms you melt.
Jul 8, 2011
Haiku #41
Family and friends,
my strength in the storm of life,
without I'm nothing.
my strength in the storm of life,
without I'm nothing.
Jul 7, 2011
Haiku #40
Rowdy they may be,
so full of snot and questions,
Ah, but kids are great!
so full of snot and questions,
Ah, but kids are great!
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 5, 2011
Jul 4, 2011
Haiku #37
Standing at cliff's edge,
freedom comes with one last step.
Like a bird I fly.
freedom comes with one last step.
Like a bird I fly.
Jul 3, 2011
Haiku #36
The fire within,
desire burning my thoughts,
longing for your touch.
desire burning my thoughts,
longing for your touch.
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 1, 2011
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