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One Liners | Moment With My Daughter | Joan Of Arc (A poem Bluesy wrote abt me) | My Love For Her | The Angel Of Death | Roses | Love In The Night | I Can't Feel You | Brain Wash | Thinking Of Your Face | Your Kiss Is a Drug | Erm.. Trash Collector? | Always A Day Late | Hair color Sandy... | Never enjoyed... | We have so much in common | Sundays | Love In Haiku | Distracted | Love and Fax | Staring at the sky | A Hellish Night in Frisco | Taking It Easy This Time | The End Of Me | I Saw Love | The Calm Before | Some Love Advice | Embers Of The Sun | The Greatest Feeling | Play The Queen Of Hearts | I Fear Men | Don't! | His heel passed the door... | I broke both our hearts | You Looked At Me | You looked into my eyes... | Thistles tickle me...Madam Fontenay | Heaven and Earth | Did you...| Eight Months | You looked love in the face | Sitting by the phone | Silver platter | At night | A poem that is so true | Spring Love | On his death bed | The Single Rose | I don't want to love or care anymore |
Note that most of the poems here are taken from my membership days as a poet at the PoetryBoard. It was a chatboard where we converse in poetry and hiakus. It was a real challenge because some of the members were really good. I've tried to put a name to the poems although there were many that I couldn't remember. Most do not have titles, as like I've said, there were our conversations and conversations do not come with titles. I've tried giving them one but still some are better without. : ) See if you can guess which ones were written by me.
Roses

various personailtys
I am amuzed
like a cat in a cage
but you never hear my
scratching at your brain
as the headaches pass you
over like water
and you sleep the days away
sometimes I feel sorry for you
but your beauty faults me
and you leave me speechless
in the midst of the dust
and my head is spining
but I don't think you notice
I have wild roses for you
not as wild as your hair
my hands are painted black
and I stand here with a tear
but it never glistens like you
I wish you could see me now
because I've gone off the deep end
and don't know how to stop
swiming
and the waters are clear to you
but your vision is bad and it looks
cloudy
and somehow I'm a fragment in your
brain cracking everytime
you turn your head but
not enough to make
you lie down in these bed of
roses that seem to be wilting
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