Bizzarre Poems

I met her few days ago In a beautiful garden May be a new friend though face was unknowable, but as if we were known to each other from time immemorial Innocent face, solemn lines on the forehead, eyes looked like

How has history harkened to he? Through time he has become older, And distorted years, too much they see: How a man once real, has become sold, His discovery praised, but his life forgotten. And he’ll pass so silently, In

Ashen hair only is what I see Looking at your picture from a Distance. Terrible and splendid in the Moonlight The color of what remains. And I cannot help but Stare at you When I am lying on the rock

A school shirt is a memoir; a relic. I left mine several years back tainted underneath the gray box, painted. Written on it were friends’ farewell notes some from lovers some rubbish anecdotes. Tattered was its pocket Ripped were the

Love is a feeling that gives pleasure Which never ends, it is that treasure.. Love is walking together on the same way It brightens every moment of each day.. Love is when we like the person as such When we

Well I fancy her, I fancy you, fancy that and it sure feels good, the way you touch my face, the way you kiss my lips and your body close to mine, candle light and fire light intensifying the mood,

A blue flower contorts its petals and distorts the morning mist with its heady fragrance …. love emerges from the dew kissed lips of a beauty crystal string of pearls sparkle the nape of a damsel in love the serene

ROSES FROM HOLLAND and an invitation to join you there for the summer well in my reply I said thank you but no thanks if you’re just looking for a lover I don’t do like that anymore I want to

Oh my dear best friend, Don’t run away from me please, come back, I believe that, you are best in this crazy world, As none can compete with you, You are faster of the fastest, And the genius of geniuses,

You don’t have to love me, Just let me love you…..as Everything you are….and not….. I walked your path knowing that you walk another,yet it couldn’t stop me from loving you… As I slayed yet another demon,I came to realize

She wore the meekness and grace of the gods and was shapely beyond compare. In that pageant aura, had about her the fearless abandon of Diana At The Bath. I did not spy on her, for fear I could lose

As we begin a journey so uncertain, you and I made one in a world of ours. Our thoughts and emotions to share, our pleasant moments together to cherish, and our pains and sorrows to endure. I pledge my unflinching

Tick tock goes the clicking clock As time goes by I hear a knock I get up and answer the door To find a woman her dress was torn She had a joint hanging from her lips I said come

While writing a poem I make a blood hole in my hand. A walnut face opens the wrinkles to find a jade green nephrite for colicky times. A prelude to a death sentence for profane thoughts. You think, you can

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

What are we? Why are we? How do we? It’s an infinite place and we so very small. We seem so very much apart. Do we even belong, how could ever learn it all? We look out, we look up,

I am tired of my rants like a millions hammers  pounding away in my brain constant chatter drowns sanity expectations love and affection comfort insecurities and misadventures regrets lost and found a million lives not lived what could be and

It was a killing line. Walking on razor wire, when toes would not leave the sky and heels will not touch the ground. Myths and legends were becoming a witchcraft. Are you ready to eschew the classical script and write

The coffee shops spill over with uninspired espressos, The jukebox shudders over in ebbs and flows, The conversation is just a din that adds up and grows, The footfalls are stampeding all over the floors. There is a voice singing

One by one leaves had gone, several and many times. Lone tree, standing naked in dry wind was ready to walk. In inward aloneness to know the roots. You look straight into the eyes of primeval suffering. Under a cramped

Soaked trees from the rain and fallen leaves, that cover paths lined with glowing pumpkins Houses with dimly lit porch lights and Halloween decorations welcome youngsters of all ages Children running amok dressed as their favorite character and yelling ‘Trick

Tonight, a night under a blue moon, still alive, not dead, let me read, all unread, let me write, all unwritten, let me see, all unseen, let me show, shown not ye, let me do, done not yet, let me

THAT’S enough It’s so easy to make yourself a fool You may rewrite the history for I believe in the Past You may be afraid of Tomorrow, but there’s no Tomorrow left for me… Humanity should be born again… I

I sit tensed nervy, anxious and worried So much to pack so small my bag. The laughs, the warmth The support, the advices How can I pack so small my bag Nostalgia engulfs me teary eyed, indebted I am so

I will hide in your hands away from all pain No one can ever hurt me again I thank you Jesus that you hold me close that you love me Lord God of hosts I thank you Jesus that your

You tend to ostracize the apparition setting the real culprit free. It does not matter to pretend now, a damaged house has become a burden. Who was playing the enmity card? Hammered, eyes wide open I start documenting the deceit

With so much of bad dreams so much of screaming in the past you are living someone need to enlighten as you are stuck in the past and you are frighten there is so much around you, so many people

Hearts shed people throughout life- like broken angels crossing time- in the form of lovers and loved ones. Some wake you up after they’re gone- others startle you as they depart. Lovers depart like a fife- cutting silence with great

Where did dreams go why so careful all the time Just like love dreams demand recklessness They want you to shun your inhibitions Be the outlaw live like never before Perhaps break some wheels that have turned too long Why

I will listen closely to your heart From dawn to sunset I will hear When the stars shine I will listen At night I shall hear your dreams Hear the sea with its mystery Read the poetry of glory Spring

There is so much your mind thinks of all the time, You never know what way is the way to climb. You get set out into emotions you wish wouldn’t bother you but they shade over all the rest, You

Come back, Pa, I need your cash The hunger pangs make me wanna chow the natives You shoulda raised me poor, given me something of my own You grow into the castle forecast upon you And I will never have

I will need some new words today. To say what I did not want to say, scratching at the surface of truth. I do not fight with meanings. A shade between two borders of lies between right and wrong. The

Thy lovable face- The boom of life And to seek that Is the charm of life Lustrous What sparks that possesses which sets fire worries of this and that world come whence the waves of exhilaration From rosy lips which

As a volcano, you erupt without notice, burning every stone down to its true state. As the third eye, you open suddenly, burning every mask down to its true face. You are not the angel who descends from heaven with

Sometimes I feel like a princess Even when My hair’s a mess The morning dew has dried Before I stumble from slumber Haphazard teeth brushing Scrappy tee shirt, bikini tied Splash Water on face Awake! Princess comes alive Where the

O ! Colors, the pretty muses … Come and join me – The Color of nothingness, – An empty canvas, Fit for painting To the will of thy art ! O ! Rays, the gliding fairies Advance and adorn me

Oh and in the thick of fog The lighthouse is just a dim Shadow in the night everybody At James Bay knows this is that Time of the year as the ocean Rages with fury from the storm The Ghost

Father ! Can you hear me ? I wish to talk to you today If only you could answer And tell me that you do ! How blessed would I feel To hear you once again And rush towards you

Broken from the inside out Pieces of my heart run through my veins Hurt and disappointment have broken my heart. I try to fit the pieces back together, as they no longer fit. I hide the hurt with a fake