“Do you know the time of love?” She spoke / To move to my mind with breathing’s way
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As I look back on my younger days… I can see myself a child. That with each rising sun and set, another day had filed. ...
ART COLLABORATION: / qarrie /
“When are you going to grow up and realise that Santa is just a myth and Christmas is just a huge con to get people like us to part with …
Yes I know it is many months too early but I wanted to share something special with you all, something called love for your fellow man. Santa Lives was published by New Fiction in 1999 in another anthology of Short Stories called ‘The Magic of Christmas’ and was edited by James Feeke. Thank you for taking the time to read it and please feel free to leave me a comment if you have the time.
Raindrops hit the windowsill / I hear them at night until / I decide to go to bed / Thoughts going round in my head / Raindrops don’t su…
Grieving process
This man was a very important part of my life, as most people do, I am feeling many emotions to recognize and acknowledge this loss and allowing myself to grieve. / Thank you to all who have been with me throughout this process and encourage me in our current state of awareness to a place of joyful memories of the time we were blessed to spend with them both.
SWEET CHRISTMAS LOVE
The aroma of your perfume still lingers in the air. / We were what most would define as an inseparable pair. / Nothing could stand in our w…
Written for one who deeply touched me with his accounting of his continued love of a lifetime, wanting to express in words, feelings trapped in his heart, unable to find the rhyme hidden by loss and pain. / Now years Later I believe these two have found each other once again.
Each one that’s boxed costs more than my socks, / My watch, my tie, and my suit. / But, I must come through with one or two / Or forever be …
All about those nasty, money-draining roses
I’ve thought about it, love / What an eternal affair / Less like the dirty feeling / Of the droning fading stamp from drunk’s door / The prin…
The sun burned my lids and forced them to open. I yawned, rushing air in and out of my lungs. Sweat dripped from my forehead, hitting the…
the word “mourning” is meant as that, not morning time. but sadness, and crying…mourning!! i wrote this last year during school, i was kinda not paying attention in class, cuz i had an idea for a story, so i wrote this down on a piece of paper and am now sharing it with u. like many of my other pieces, this is not finished, but i hope you like it nuntheless.
Maybe not lyrics for everyone? / I search for my own kind of dream / Lyrics of loss and love gone wrong / My plaintive wail is not a love so…
Shoaib inspired much of this poem when I read lyrics for a generation to identify with I guess the “who am I?” headspace is closely followed by circular thoughts of “who I am not”
Sword in hand, / I’ll fight it off, / I know you understand, / I know you believe. The enemy is big and strong, / You’re with me, / I shall…
I wrote this for my father as a gift on his birthday. His reaction was that it was brilliant. Let me know what you think.
The door was slightly opened, and I saw my dad with his face buried in his hands. He was crying.
A true story that taught me that love is measured in ways much greater than gifts.
I never expected to fall in to this flame / To the point where Id happily resign my last name
Soft wind strikes my face / brown leaves drift through my shadow / I praise the morning
Today is part of a trilogy with Yesterday and Tomorrow which are lightly formed Haiku. I find the traditional, or literary Haiku, to be too constraining and acknowledge that I better convey the essential emotion by letting myself stray from the rules. Copyright © Richard G. Witham 2009 all rights reserved. / Contact the artist
In the cool glow upon white snow the little girl lay / making her snow angel feverishly she did play. / Up she jumped dusted the ice from h…
Becouse your love surrounds me your all that i can see.
Some short verses about the love for someone and all that they feel when in the presents of that special person whom they love. A little Romance.
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