Poems classified as: Long Poem

The cold air seeped down with no heart, What was once a sea of beauty and life, Now had been turned to a grave of white and death, The city had almost all but stopped living too. Morning turned to

Weary soul needs to survive Broken heart must stay alive Where word is not sufficient Music is efficient Flows from the ear to the heart Strengthens soul set apart Uplift depressed spirit And make sadness exit Music acts like magic

A sky naked without clouds Is no fun to watch and spend time Shapeless clouds floating around Makes the sky to be filled in charm People’s mind is just like a plain sky Without dreams and hopes at infancy Mind

Let’s just pretend you can take a trusted from on a road trip down by the sea as a beacon of light to a hurting friend in need we have created a magic circle drowned in the rain stop for

A poet of the troubled soul A life on who the devil took his toll A happy bouncing bundle of joy Who turned into an angry stepson boy Dear Boddah, will you be my friend? And always will until the

time after time I sit and wait for your call pouring from a thick alabaster flask a sip of port think back to a nursery rhyme to evoke lasting feelings intact conclaves of better days with your hand to touch

Jim 1 Divorced from the outside world as if you have never heard changes in the back of my head egg shelled in design & form some may insist on cursing the very day they were born Dionysus was intigued

God loves us, He loves us because we are Made in His holy image, claimed and called By the God of the world and all of the universe Made to love God and to follow and trust Him To believe

metaphysical impulse ensues through the flames of resistance shun its existence etched beneath the tapestry of loosened conclaves alone in desperation in the night heavy sounds of cosmic illumination in temples of fire reaching ever higher on point locked in

She started to shake inside. Felt sick with anger and distrust. Now that the culprit that broke her heart was back in town. The past memories where clouding his judgement. Neither do I care. As a far I am concerned

When something exists, the opposite does too Black and white, hot and cold, old and new Love and hate, heaven and hell, left and right North and South, peace and war, day and night To give, to fix, to begin,

As we take a break before new year and congratulate ourselves for surviving Christmas and all the cheer. We’ve wrapped all our presents, exchanged them with loved ones, sampled tons of food, drunk lots of wine and beer. Onto New

Today I am sending my goodbye to you, I loved you with all my broken pieces, I gave you my soul which seems to be torn now… I am saying goodbye to the times I spent with you, The laughter

My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats: for I never meant to travel far. But to picture The little Mermaid’s adventures along the foamy edge of ocean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees,

From a song formed on a string let the freedom ring Something blowing in the wind with an explosion of sorts He sang songs about freedom & living off the land When will we as a society ever live to

Lately we’ve done some growing up. Without you I feel little different now. The insect that whispered in my ear is no more. No more going through turmoil now. Loving hurt each and every time. It’s the only thing I

I lost my mind I lost control I lost my heart I lost my soul I found my body I learned its role I deeply got to know my soul I found my heart I healed the hole I saw

As I write as I type as I wonder as to why I think about the thoughts that are passing by Like clouds above the winds has moved Blowing strong and growing cold as fall is almost through A gusty

ever in two and the one in the three became one summer is gone and the rye is now only winter high it is the deep water long a sparrow less song in a long tall winter the autumn spring fawn the least

the winds are becoming numbing needles to my skin again. the whistling of the night is entering the day covering up the sun to my happiness. the bullying was a distant memory from my mind now fresh to my soul.

I wonder As I look into your eyes, If you have ever given us a thought If you have ever felt my heart aching Aching for your love and undivided attention Crying for you to fight for us Cause I

Mince Pies and Clotted Cream go together like a dream. Like Jelly and Ice Cream Like Green and Red are Christmas colours Like Crackers go off with a bang Like Christmas lights all shiny and bright Like Carols sung at

Crying my sorrows away in that dark lane where my memories bleed till this day, So many dreams I had, but these sleepless nights are crushing me everyday, All the time I think, would you remember me if I am

Restless, I rummage, I ruminate, I rile T’is dark, the world slumbers yet here I lie Tossing, turning, the shrill clock tick-tocking Midnight amplifying a roar of whispers inside Silly, frilly girl, a voice cackles a criminal cry Breathes a

My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats; for I never ment to travel far. But to picture the little mermaid’s adventure along the foamy edge of oean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees.

Eyes are stinging, like the lashes are thorns now Yawns like the roar of the jungle chief A half mug of cold black coffee besides me You have kept me from sleep, my beauty sleep The lids of my eyes

How can a Love like ours end up this way? How can the pain not go away? I hold onto the memories from all the years. I let it the pain through hundreds of tears. My heart starts throbbing and

My life started like a boat in search of other lands where there would be peace, love and hope And travel I did so much in search of a place where I would not be considered a stranger anymore So

in the dark of night you maybe looking for a fight the streets are uneasy one word to the wise one must never compromise to listen to twisted lies was a D.J. junkie from back in the day spinning records

Karma is Not Bitch It is Us- You and Me Who refuse to understand The signs The warnings And little threats That Karma lays on our paths Only to tell us and warn us That the road we are travelling