Biography of Oliver Coleman
One of the most influential? Haha my friends can answer that. I use music and to my own personal advantage. It helps me lift my emotion or bring it down to a level so low its almost worth crying over. But most of the time its what I truly feel at that time that helps me twist emotions. I can always say I'm a lot of fun to be around and able to put a smile on any face.
Oliver Coleman Poems
Space Between Your Fingers
Babe you've got that look in your eyes When your tired of hearing all of the lies I'll break your fall and heal your scars Together we can lay under the stars
My world with you is everything You make it easier and put wings on my heart When I hear those three words I am lifted off my feet and into the space The reason for getting up in the morning is you
Numbers with meanings and values and rules Figures for problems that act as your tools People with minds that twist as they bend Segments of issues and anger they send
Hardwood floor, playful props Red curtain goes up The audience stops They gaze with hard eyes
Fear Of Halmark
A work of art In a shopping cart That makes you smile or cry Though every word of happiness
Walking on the thin ice In the grip of a vice Stuck between two or more forces Words back and forth like raging horses
Leaves From The Vine
There is a girl who breaks the chains Who eases my mind and relieves my pain If not for her I'd still be stuck But finding her was pure good luck
There is no sound from the phone No distractions, when I'm all alone No figures of war or of peace All the noise just seems to cease
Results Not Typical
I understand the lines in the rock The waves in the ocean The unforgiving fire And the wind through the trees
Gravitate Your Words
Guidance from above has taken hold Space and time are not important Only the wrinkles of age can make you see The grass is greener where you wish it to be
Where The Angels Walk
The angels watch over us Our happiness is the creation of their laughter Long white flowing robes Smiles, brightest in the dark
Just Another Hat Trick
What happened? Did we trip along the way? Leaving a piece of us behind? Love.
Poet With A Missing Heart.
I have no heart In a time of greed, it was consumed Love does not make the world go round She has taken something that did not belong to her
Frostbitten By Fire
I know when you are near My bones turn to ice as my heart ignites Your eyes are a shade of love The compassion is to great for me to bear
A beginning has an end.
A fight has two faces.
To understand the heavy burden of loss, one must embrace both aspects of its being.
In time the wound will heal, a bandage of strength woven across the bleeding emotions.
Strong movement, righteous and sure of itself.