Poetry Category
Early Morning

Early morning chills
Is what my body feels
The early morning sun
Makes me want to run

There’s something about the morning
That makes me want to sing
I just love the feeling
When You Love Someone Special

Every night you’re on my mind,
Before I go to sleep
Everyday I think of you,
As soon as I wake up

When I eat...
I start to wonder if you’ve eaten
When I see people in pain


Rainy Days

rainy days pass me by
and i wonder why?
it's cold out there but i am warm;
sitting waiting 'til she come.

i want to have that feeling again,
the feeling that ease all the pain
Life

life as it is
as they say cruel of faith
life as it is
lose in its race of time

no one can say life is good
Or Life is bad
Nothing is what it seems
everything is all a

Short Love Poems And How To Write Them

Looking for a way to write short love poems? Look no further than haiku poetry! Haiku may be the shortest living poetry in the world! In just a few words, an entire sentiment can be expressed. But

A Message From Me To You

What ever happened to the days
When you tried to make me smile, always
What ever happened too the times
When your praises were pretty as chimes

Why have they gone away?
Why didn’

Maybe Not

my sister is certain men also have hormonal cycles and

i began to see her point the morning i woke up

without a hard on and went through the day feeling i might

burst into tear

Poor Judgement

Like the leaves of a tree
I may seem so healthy
But deep within my branches
I am not

Like the face of a clown
It may seem like I don’t frown
But does that mean I’m never sad
A Realization

When I see you, I feel sad
When you talk to me, you make me mad
I ask myself “Am I all that bad?”
‘Cause why can’t you just like me for who I am

I look at myself in front of the mir

Wayfarer

Dream of a traveller to his journey

to reach the stars without weary

dreaming to find his connecting soul

that makes him be,for his goal



As he trek his way too

A Warior

I am a warrior
but not like Arthur and his Knights
I fight for a cause
Not merely for freedom, though freedom it may be
I have no sword nor armor
Though I have my own stuff for my o

Drifter

i've been strangled in between thorny twigs that keep me trapped.
i saw it coming and watched it slowly tie me up,
each sluggish grasp growing rigid as each prickle spurt out my blood.

My Mistake

If there’s a part of time I could change
It would be the part when you came in
It wasn’t a mistake that I met you
It wasn’t a mistake that I loved you
My only mistake was…
That I neg

Reminiscing Yesterday

Time passes like the wind that blows in my cheeks
But it feels like yesterday coz I still feel the pain
The pain of losing you, the one I’ve known for years
The reason why my tears keep fa

A Candle

I had written this poem way back 1995 when I was in first year high school for our school paper. As a freshman, I was really challenged to surmount the achievements of the so-called “older one

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