(9/7/2012 4:17:00 PM)
New poem, not so sure about it: 3
comment, about what you think c:
A caged human being-
is what she claims.
to flee the clutches of high authority
to finally smile and laugh with the majority.
But instead she is caged
the fear of her leaning from the corrupted outraged.
So she obeys,
believing what they convey,
but still all she longs
is for a day set free from this...
Lamis Fahal .
(9/2/2012 6:27:00 PM)
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Please read my poems and comment
Here is one
He made her happy
He made her fly
But she turned him down
So will he ever try
She was so scared
He will break her heart
Not to do that he sweared
But still she push them apart
She was too shy
To edmitt to her self
He wondered why
He thinks she doesn't love him
But he is all that's on her mind
all night and all day
Their conversations she rewind
But still deny what her heart say
She is afraid
Her heart will be broken
And no one will come to her aid
And to the harsh reality she will be woken
She won't let go of her shell
Not matter how. Hard he tries to break through
So will she allow her self in to his love well
Or will he move on without the love he never knew
Will let her go
Like many others and lose hope
Or will he fight to know
The deep love that he will cherish and protect..
Please leave your comments :) :) ;)
(8/31/2012 12:56:00 AM)
Oceanic Boundlessness ~ a Shakespearean sonnet
Laying awake upon drifting daydreams,
Holding closely to thy pieces of gold
Wast'd along some slow, shallow, low streams;
With those lonely little tides to be sold
Whisper gently as thou send rains to fall;
Give me only dregless amounts of sand
And grasp this voice dearly after you call,
Chasing shorelines for years, finding no land
Thine sun has fell within shifting blue seas
Alone; making islands for thy sewn heart
Strand'd near the quiet flow of a breeze,
Whilst this lost love of yours now does depart:
O, do not fret, for night shall bring us moons
To rest; sleeping atop silver wash'd dunes
(8/30/2012 3:45:00 PM)
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Recollect when we drink from the
And feast on the same meal.
Recollect our moon light dream,
When I call, you talk like
Words are too small to express
Recollect when we hold hands to
Beside that leveled lawn
To buy your favorite toys,
Recollect how I admire your voice
And your coiled dreadlocks
That makes me rejoice.
Recollect whatever the offense
I always forget, and wouldn't
Recollect when you told the
We where best of friends without
Recollect as I shared your tears
When I also wept
Inside the book shop.
Recollect as my lips pampered your
And whispered into my feelings,
Recollect the avenue we first
You wore this avocado green
With that black skirt, and
Looked exactly as my princess.
Recollect that very song that
Made your eyes melt,
Recollect when my shoulder
Used to be your head rest.
You promised to be my jewel.
Today, you push your face to the
And destroy my name inscribed
On your chest,
Will I ever see you again?
Where on earth will
I meet your blend?
Reply to my comment
Would you still be my friend?
(8/27/2012 5:26:00 PM)
When You Walked Away
I view life through a broken heart
It broke the day we finally part.
But as I tried to say goodbye
I felt my heart begin to cry.
Then instantly I felt its pain
It shattered when you walked away.
The tears began to fill my eyes
There's nothing left but our goodbyes.
With no more reasons left to try
You walked away and left me lies.
The thoughts of you throughout the day
Now brings my broken heart such pain.
It's jaded now and filled with hate
Held together with some tape.
My heart is scared and not the same
It shudders when I hear your name.
You've slowly beat me down with time
And dimmed the light I used to shine.
(8/27/2012 11:36:00 AM)
Posted some new poems. What do you think?
(8/26/2012 10:53:00 AM)
Stronger Than Cancer, Bob
I felt different, a little tired
worn out, ill here and there
visit the Doctor, did some test
took some picture, waited for the results
A spot in me started small, got bigger
Time will tell, not a good sign
here came the shock
the bad word no one wants
but I take it stride cause i can beat it.
I am strong, I have will, the power to go on
my new slogan Stronger Than Cancer
no one will beat me down
I will grow old, see my boys grow
see them wed, see their kids
I will not give, , no matter when
Stronger Than Cancer
hope will rally, cures to be found
Meds to take, no fakes
I will survive, fight for life
pain will never go, mind so strong
prays needed, prayers answered
the fight never ends, I will not bend
till the end. I am Stronger Than Cancer
Thanks Brothers, Sisters, Friends and Mother
for the love of me.I will survive
Strong Than Cancer, Bob
(8/24/2012 10:53:00 AM)
book of poetry is to release on 9/15/12. Check out my promotional video including on of the poems. My http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oC9u9knfSco&feature=plcp
(8/23/2012 11:49:00 AM)
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(8/23/2012 11:46:00 AM)
poet. He was one of the main figures of the second generation of romantic poets along with Lord Byron and Percy Bysshe Shelley, despite his work only having been in publication for four years before his death.
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