Amy Poems

Reading your thoughts through the words on my screen You gave me the courage to open up and believe Your blonde hair and blue eyes led me to the door of your soul Deeper than you and I could ever

Staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the wall, at times, silence gets too loud! So i ask myself,”why me”? My inner self replies,”someone had to come to the hem of hell, To witness the truth and tell the

An instant explosion a title wave oh its burning up inside! What did you expect a pat on the back? Nothing is as it seems with masks parading every where no realness in this realm. Its all make believe nothing

The partly clouded sky above your head, The partly wet grass under your naked feet, Those few droplets of rain, the hidden sun, Aren’t these enough to breathe in the sorrow and misery? Let them lose themselves in your lungs

A perfect breeze and a crystal blue sky, Speckled with colors of kites flying high. A little beyond, the rainbow smears its color On the Prussian Blue Kite that glides in valor. The crowd beneath rejoice and cheer, As his

He walks down cobbles and blows bubbles for a pilgrimage of constant troubles, closing doors to tax men, running for milk floats, shunning almighty bible bashers, paints the flags of east London fascists Charlie chicken soup with a head like

These lips felt a first kiss These lips tasted chocolate and lipstick These lips pressed against a windowpane… My lips smart from the sting of cold winter’s air My lips so parched; dry; chapped…the hot summer sun left it there

So here I am again laying in our bed. Wishing you could see me, but you cant ’cause I’m dead. I try to scream, but make no sound. You say goodbye as my tears hit the ground. You never even

Well,they may be unlike but yet I continue to feel the same, Another one bites the dust while another one takes the blame, A Runner up again in the race with a moving train, Witness O Aphrodite,the deeds done in

Well I’m taking a midnight flight out of Harrison, TN tonight I just gotta take a break from old man winter and my No good for nothing lazy ass lover, so just like a night bird In flight I am

We are beasts for we never follow human rules and laws We hate mansions, for the whole world is like a mansion Man may live in designed mansions, but they are not free like us For they are in the

Elegant and smart With a big kind heart Sharp as a dart With a good sense of art Great from the start Full of love in his cart With an unbeatable chart Of gifting time a lot Open as a

Fire in kidneys was burning the basket. Privacy of green thumbs was intimately involved. Let us share the candle light march for the blossoms, who would not stay for old birds, Read me again the epitaph of the martyr, who

When he comes, he visits her at night. Entering her personal space, uninvited but nonetheless welcome. She does not know his schedule; dreadful expectation. Absences unexplained. Too wary to search for answers, prepared to forgive for shared moments. His silent

I don’t think you should go where everyone has been before Sitting on the fence makes no sense It’s either a yes or no And I think you should do what no one has done before Blaze your trail Don’t

A child who was more of the trees, Than of any man I knew, Whose laughter tinkled in the breeze, And mingled in the dew. Oft In the speckled summer shade, Pleasant dark and divine, In the beauteous forest glade,

Feathery snow on tree bough gently shades, the closing dark, wind through silent oak, shadow’s stretch reaching o’er the twilight glades an ever constant curdling chill evoke! Frozen cheek, bitter cold and deadly still lest fear betray the haven of

If you should leave me, leave me not a kiss, To make me think that you are still around, Or reminisce the days with you in bliss, And walk in midair, inches from the ground; Care not to even shake

Walking by the path, walking by the street I met many people who told me I was sweet. They walked with me a few miles, praising me all the day, We walked through the woods and fields green, talking all

A thousand colors of heed, A thousand colors of need, A thousand words of greed, A thousand words to deed, A thousand days to waste, A thousand days to grace, A thousand reasons to wry, A thousand reasons to fly,

Something lies dead here. Something, that until yesterday Was the source of all Beauty, Whose warmth dimmed Every shadow of loss And sedated pain. What it was, I cannot say- Perhaps it was love, Or an idea or a belief

Struggle in life I knew not Childhood I spent like a prince Youth I could enjoy to the Brim Adulthood turned me to be Robin hood I could scale the peak in my profession I was the most Loved life

The effigy wouldn’t burn whoever heard of an incombustible baseborn? we dragged it through the street its clothes torn off carefully painted features smeared in puddles we still remembered who we hated but this dummy of bound bamboo and straw

The South Americas Everyone in the South Americas make theft games Minus those who are truly poor Yes, my friend, life is so The most skillful keep from life all its fruits And the most naïve always end up with

Why must you lure me so? You bewitching jewel, your radiant skin is only matched by the glint in your eyes. Your hair cascades down your shoulders with More conviction than the most splendid waterfall, But after all this, do

It has been a long drive of fifty years and odd stumbled,edged,raced,soared,jumped all odds and silly games yet all meaningful. a stint at art, a trial at music, a full fledged love and a hard earned indifference, a gritty fight

Like the moon can cause the waves to move, and Sun can grow the flowers, So too, a friend can fill another’s life with many golden hours. So strive your best to sow True Friends through love, through trust, through

I walked through the darkness, I walked through the light, I came to where I laid to rest My only true love – The icy cold lips that once were so warm, The quiet heart that once was so torn.

If only you knew I want you close to me Hold my hand touch my heart Look in my eyes then you see Pull me closer Kiss me softly Maybe you will see What I can’t say in words The

Blessed is that man Or that man is Wise. Who doesn’t take advice. Who doesn’t give advice. Blessed is that man Or that man is Wise Who doesn’t live to repine. Who doesn’t judge, criticise. Blessed is that man Or

Battery of my phone was too sleepy The alarm dozed off… A series of “Getting Late” followed The mirror frowned at me and I stepped out of that drowsy door… I sat in the bus that looked like my boss

When you have A personal relationship with GOD, you have inner PEACE, That no one can shake, And evil can’t over take. There’s PEACE, JOY, LOVE That you have received, As GIFTS from his LOVE, And only comes from GOD

Gaze up with eyes adoring With the world a world away Let filtered light seep deep within Along your heart’s highway Dream dreams of golden goodness While in rapture you await The drenching shower of ecstasy That will all fears

A father will often overprotect his kids And punish for them excessively till they are scared to bits He will often be very harsh and tolerate no mistakes And expect them to perform as perfect well above their heads Yet

Our rooftops were connected, you remember? And those rooftops had all those long strings Tied from corner to corner for hanging laundry, remember? And when summer’s first hail showers Came beating down all of a sudden, How it had to

When You need to focus On something, You have The camera! When You want To communicate With someone, You have The omnipresent Mobile phone! When You want to Cook a Quick something, You have The Microwave! When you Need some

Hidden deep into the stack of memories was my diary, a small pocket book not the usual bulky planner. Yesterday, I stumbled upon it, as I lay on grass and it lay somewhere there, dusting for many a year, waiting

my father used to tell me that divorce was the process of losing one’s routine. 5:30 came and went without the sound of a familiar rattle from outside the door that came from my mothers keys. last night I got

Speckled drifting ochre and sienna, sunshine yellow Shifting and blurring edges of scarlet, dozing again The sky blanched through the pink skin of my eyelid Tapping branch of a tree against the arbour Resonates, vibrates, excites the molecules of the

Oneness of creation Simple observation A disease is there Herbs will care Are you feeling ill? Is your face dull? A medicine plant Flourishes to grant Healing To ease your painful feeling A perfect nature Surrounding you With balance and