A three line poem
Love
Unrequited
Published by Chinobus on April 11, 2013 - 05:57Dedicated in loving memory to my best friend and love R.R.R. No matter the pain I feel my love will not die for you; forever and always by your side even if that place is forsaken. <3
POEM: Stranger On A Train.
Published by KPHVampireWriter on April 10, 2013 - 17:16A fight of foolish fancy.
Why don’t you stay well clear of me?
Published by Mark Heathcote on April 10, 2013 - 05:23I’m just a heartless kid my dear
And I’ll break your heart,
So just say 10 paces clear. “My love”
Cause I can’t promise not to kiss you!
I might be 47 but I’m just a kid…
A tribute to the Iron Lady
Published by pkroutray on April 9, 2013 - 19:09A tribute to the iron lady
P K Routray
Iron Lady Madam Margaret Thatcher
Great Britain’s so far lone lady prime minister
left her mortal remains on her journey to Heaven
POEM: Is Love A Weapon?
Published by KPHVampireWriter on April 9, 2013 - 17:23
The battlefield of love.
landscaping
Published by a.lesser.thing on April 9, 2013 - 16:38Let me paint you
a landscape on the
plains of your back.
Not for Resuscitation
Published by Silver Spun Sand on April 9, 2013 - 13:06
Only know me, not as the one
wires me up to some machine...
porcelain lovers
Published by a.lesser.thing on April 9, 2013 - 12:49Her lips hang, an offer.
My fingertips, translucent,
daring. Do I touch?
Z to A (I.P.)
Published by Silver Spun Sand on April 9, 2013 - 00:12I could not believe what came in the door...
An Evening Out.
Published by Bernard Shaw on April 8, 2013 - 11:35AN EVENING OUT.
I'll wear my Tails, You your new gown,
Then my love we'll do the town.
Dinner at Luigi's, Maxim's or Chez Nous,
The choice my Dear I'll leave up to you.
On the scarcity of love
Published by well-wisher on April 8, 2013 - 00:16but love is an emotion;
there should be mountains;
there should be oceans
The Jackdaw
Published by VeraClark on April 7, 2013 - 22:28
On nights he strayed,
I’d soar to watch you
from a tower hide -
the chrome stool, just high enough
to see your forearms drawing off the malt.
A nameless girl, sat pretty,
