by Joe DiMino |
Categories:
analogy, dark, freedom, self, strength, tree, wisdom,
Sometimes love
is not my first impulse,
guts and bandages
a lethal cocktail
for the heart;
when good-times
have lost
much their appeal,
one never seems
too old
for heartbreak--
A great deal of my life
spent in hospitals
and transit vehicles,
counseling the poor
and possessed;
I think, for me
a hillside
as did Frances,
were those friends
not so difficult to pin down
most everything now-days
subjugated by lawyers—or a lounge chair
at the foot of an old fig tree
in my yard (we have
a shady bet between us
about longevity)
my personal preference
to warning bells
and the hiss of fake air,
while his aversion
to ants vs firewood--
we have
a promise.
by Bernard F. Asuncion |
Categories:
life,
Next to impossible
Is counting the stars above;
Just like the countless words
Told and written about love.
Watch the white lines
In the middle of the road;
Yes, they are passing by
Like unlimited text load.
The elegant electric posts
Standing by the roadside;
With millions of lights
Shining at night with pride.
The waves in the ocean,
Rolling by successively,
You cannot interrupt them,
Like the wind over the sea.
Medical centers and hospitals
May stop the painful cry;
Yes, they're somehow helpful
But even doctors do die.
Riches and wisdom abound,
Technology is incredible;
Escaping the cessation of breath
Is next to impossible.
by robin davis |
Categories:
hello,
Hello to everyone at Poetry Soup
I wanted to wish you all a happy holiday full of joy, laughter, cheer, happiness, good times and friendship
Sorry if I have not been posting or responding a lot lately. Been living at doctors and hospitals
But promise to be active again soon
Holiday Hugs and Love to y'all
Robin
by Post Skriqt |
Categories:
depression, metaphor, poems, poetry, poets, relationship, write,
You made my love a convenience just needing me whenever you want me
used and misused, selfishly
I knew there was something fishy
But I didn't want to explore the fish in the sea
But now I see what you truly wanted I just refused to believe
Why do we let others continue to hurt us when we know their intention was never to heal
You got desires
Using me like a spare tire, there's only one
In case of emergencies
I have an emergency but hate hospitals
And I can't seem to figure it out myself
What to do, what to do
Guess I'll continue to let you choose
Because being ignored is worth less than being used
p.s. at this stage I'm confused...
by Jagdish Bajantri |
Categories:
7th grade, birth, first love,
Jagdish bajantri puran
When the time even not been started there was just a gandha time passes and that taking a change and converted into a form and taking the source of energy that present called as air now as same as what we used that's how we grow
So on one day I think as there was no way to express feelings that time om started and for that voice comes once after wards maan origin now I thought to divide my self and lord Shiva divided them self in two phase of energy I give my maan which also means soul to parvati devi from now life brings many chances rest is your research....... Be safe with atmosphere of hospitality of hospitals
With love All
Jagdish bajantri