Can I Trust You?

This is my Poetry Picnic entry for week 12. “Can I trust you?” was written as a modern Triolet. Can I Trust You? Can I trust you with my heart? My heart can’t stand to be broken…again But you’ve come … Continue reading →

The Journey

The Journey Life is a journey through many a terrain From gardens of pleasure to deserts of pain From oceans of love to jungles of hate From mountains of glory to canyons of fate There’s a highway for joy and … Continue reading →

The Old Blue Bus

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The Old Blue Bus She traveled the roads in style That old blue bus of mine Over hills and dales she puttered Yes, she traveled those roads in style Alas, old age and the many miles traveled eventually took their … Continue reading →

No More Happy Endings

*Sadness alert* This poem is a poem with a message, a dark, sad, depressing message that has been banging at the door of my mind for some time now just begging to be written. My muse finally decided this was … Continue reading →

Dream Memories

Dream Memories As day slips away into night The trials and tribulations of life… Fade away Behind the curtains of sleep and dreams In my mind Warm tropical breezes caress your skin The playful splash of you Flits around the … Continue reading →

Passion

Lovers kiss… passionately Two hearts… begin to race She sighs, love blooms Time… Stands still by GhosterB

My Dance With You

MY DANCE WITH YOU! Our hips were definitely swaying, A vision you were in blue. What was the song that was playing? All I remember…is you! The starshine of your eyes, Those soft, supple lips, Oh I remember that kiss! … Continue reading →

So Where Do We Go From Here?

So Where Do We Go From Here? You broke my heart… Girl…you messed with head And now…you want me to let you in for more Awwww babe, I should throw you out that freakin’ door But…I won’t Cause I know … Continue reading →

Queeny

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Queeny She stalks regally down the hall Moving smoothly and lithely Her puffed up tail swishing back and forth Her aristocratic gaze, surveying her domain Making sure that everything is as she left it Her eyes light up As she … Continue reading →

To Me

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To Me Shakespeare once wrote; “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.” And do you know what? I think he got it right. How can I be so constrained…so limited? Because you … Continue reading →