lorna_l's Saved Poems
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Title | Poem | Poet |
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Refugee | Refugee | Maxwell Sebastian B… |
RESCUED | Please, will you Give me something to believe in, not this original sin? I was hoping you could give me something more potent than this drink in my hand. Hell, I'm no stranger in the crowd. They have seen my face before, so why can't they see every... | mad hippie poet |
MY TRUTH | Speak with passion. Speak with the truth. No matter what it is, spinning those lies that hold you down will never allow you to be. Please do not raise your voice, use those words of choice, do not give into their foolish ways that put the look of... | mad hippie poet |
I FELL IN LOVE TODAY | What a great surprise I had when I opened my well-rested mind and eyes. SHH, can you, my sweet lines, keep my very new, never worn secret? I fell in love today, not the kind that you read or see in the movies or the kind that has you crying your... | mad hippie poet |
SHE SAID | She said it scares you looking me in my eyes because you see yourself inside. She said you gave me life, and I do not want to see you die again she said every girl needs her mom, but you, Dad, are my hero, but most importantly, my first love and... | mad hippie poet |
STONE | I find myself getting lost in memories that are no longer in existence. I find myself lying on this grave with flowers and a bottle in my mouth. Why does it rain every time I die? I promise never again. | mad hippie poet |
I no longer | I no longer want to strip myself down for you doing everything you want me to do like I was some two-dollar whore. I no longer want to feel this way, but you will always be my lover and know the sweetest of words to say | mad hippie poet |
The Trophy Of A Troubled Couple | There once was a beautiful child, | Lionel Napoleon The… |
The Divine Dancer | Why are thou like this? | Lionel Napoleon The… |
Road To Oblivion | Gone are the days | Lionel Napoleon The… |
I Don’t Deserve Your Love | Each day… | Sommer Rains |
The Debutante | The Debutante | Sommer Rains |
One Action and All Is Lost | Inside there is a rising storm, | Gelene Beverly (Pat… |
Old Rinny Tin-Tin | Moe jumped in the car | Robin Loving |
Ancient Lace | I watched her Fragile Spirit tear, like ancient, sun-scorched lace | Robin Loving |
Monarch | These lift me through the airy height | John W. May |
Nefertiti | Beneath the skies of goddess Nuit | John W. May |
Air And Angels | Twice or thrice had I loved thee, | John Donne |
GET ME THROUGH THE DAY | Looking for that little bit of something to get me through the day, I opened my eyes this morning thankful but hating what they had to say. there is just too much going on and I do not care for what is being written inside the walls of their... | mad hippie poet |
SUMMER NIGHTS EQUAL WINTER DREAMS | These summer nights so frequently remind me of winter dreams. I always found comfort inside the bottle clenched inside my empty hands; it's hard to understand if you were born a simple man, but people like me like to sail wild and accessible on the... | mad hippie poet |
NOT SLEEPING ANYMORE | Lately, I have been hiding inside the things that use to scare me while embracing the darkness and walking through the shadows, I am still a little fucked up yet I am trying to spread my love and light. | mad hippie poet |
S.O.S. | Who is it that seeks me knowing I am the one on the journey to the truth? the hunter becomes hunted while we all become haunted. they think they are my assassins but they do not have a quiet mind the noise of their thoughts is a dead give away so I... | mad hippie poet |
MADMAN | I speak and search for the truth. Inside words and eyes, the things that I say are so damn loud that they shake bones and wake up the living and non-living dead. There was a time when I used to care whose feathers. I ruffled and what bridges I... | mad hippie poet |
GOT IT RIGHT AT LAST | I did not believe that I could be loved or find love again | mad hippie poet |
WAITING FOR THE BREAK-UP CALL | The phone does not ring at all | mad hippie poet |
TOUCHING THE SOUL | Words touch the soul no matter how you care to hear them. the sentences that I drop down to these pages are meant for those who need to know it is all going to be ok yes right now life is hard it is not making any type of fucking sense. I am sorry... | mad hippie poet |
When You Are Ready | When you are ready, meet me | Charmane Joy Belleza |
Show me your friends and I'll show you your future | If you choose to be around those who are wise | Codey James Weitzel |
Life and it's journey | Depression, Anxiety, Abandonment, Homelessness, Addiction | Codey James Weitzel |
Dying Love | After the storm, the rumble | Joe Strickland |
She will be missed truly | Even though you left this world | Cynthia novotny |
Cloud nine | Maybe next time I’ll know better | Kelsey pettrone |
Wasted Days | I always wait; procrastinate. | Steve Cochrane |
Unfounded Love | I can’t believe you’re gone | Chanel Antoinette |
Not Your Toy To Enjoy | I can not, could not and won't, | Lawrence S. Pertill… |
My Love | There is no Mountain high enough to keep me away from you and there is no river wide enough to keep me from Crossing to see you, just know that My Love Will Always Remain, just know that my love is as far as any sea and wide as any ocean and that it... | Theresa Butts |
I Paint with Words | A picture I can paint for you | Steve Cochrane |
Universal Dreams | In the realm of dreams, where words take flight, | Mark Ireland |
You stayed | I felt lost | TBrownrigg |
Sleep deprivation starvation sickness and a reason to live | It’s me and NJH my little man on the couch. We are playing the switch a game called Ori. you are a creature of light that fights against the darkness creeping creatures . Anyway he turns to me and says daddy is this real. Is this a dream. The game... | Shane Ryan Harper |
Moods and Meanings | I await the hands of Fate | Don Stephens |
MUST | I must allow myself to like mission impossible message destruct to feel these feelings of melancholy that I feel for you deep inside of my withering heart | mad hippie poet |
BIPOLAR BEAR | I am not sleeping. My mind is racing like a locomotive, and these goddamn voices keep getting louder, taking away the moments that I feel proud, and I refuse to look down at that bottle that they say holds the key to happiness while making me feel... | mad hippie poet |
Music Heals | Music has the power to heal and mend a broken heart. | Charmane Joy Belleza |
I Finally Told My Story | I finally told my story, an act of bravery. | Charmane Joy Belleza |
My Man | He emerged beyond my gloomy face | Charmane Joy Belleza |
Unrecognizable | “Unrecognizable” the headline screams | Kaytee |
Unrequited Love | Unrequited | Nobody Nose |
The House with Nobody in It | Whenever I walk to Suffern along the Erie track | Joyce Kilmer |