Poets pen |
Poet’s pen The Poet’s overwhelmed, his pen declinesHis ardor’s true confession for his Muse.Her countenance outdoes his clever mindAnd his hands prove to be of little use.The Poet is...
Posted by Larry on Mon, 07 Apr 2008 12:38:00 PST |
True Heart Lies |
True Heart LiesI was made, and your taste was on my lips,And for three decades I have hungered pain.I’ve always known your love, but doubt eclipsedThe severity of the joy to gain.Already you ha...
Posted by Larry on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 02:07:00 PST |
MY GIRL |
My Girl She 'scapes my tongue, I speak of her often,I shout her glory to the atmosphere.I can hear her laughter when I'm talkingBut I can never tell when she is near.She has clipped her wings to be h...
Posted by Larry on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 01:38:00 PST |
Rose Tattoo |
Inked in her blood beneath her rose tattoo,A former lover is covered in thorns.A souvenir he gave, when they were true,Now commemorating a love foresworn. She has a song of other love gone wrongOn a...
Posted by Larry on Tue, 25 Sep 2007 10:01:00 PST |
My complete |
I am together by myself, my dear,Missing the other that brings me complete.Longing for strength to triumph over fearsThat before lay discarded at your feet,Abandoned for the delight in your smile,The...
Posted by Larry on Sat, 08 Sep 2007 04:09:00 PST |
Hopeless Romantic |
HOPELESS ROMANTIC I have bathed in the tears of saddened souls, And have rinsed my desires in the same; Showered in the murals of martyrs old, Yet still have cleansed my spirit of its pain. See...
Posted by Larry on Sun, 31 Dec 2006 08:45:00 PST |
My, My, My |
My, my, my.
My heart is married to your lovely smile.My soul to your lips is likewise engaged.My thoughts are likened to your face, all whileMy mem'ries, as of your distance, are caged.My will is will...
Posted by Larry on Tue, 29 Aug 2006 03:32:00 PST |
Treachery |
There is treachery between pen an inkThat leaves my soul confused in direction.Your absence leaves my weary heart to thinkThis, to be the means for resurrection.This; trav'ling at the speed of though...
Posted by Larry on Fri, 04 Aug 2006 04:44:00 PST |
My Heart |
Blood does not circulate within these veins,Nor any nourishment permitted plight.Nothing to cause my anemia gainFor from my chest was she ripped in plain sight.No pump relegates me to walking deadAnd ...
Posted by Larry on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 06:39:00 PST |
Her Face |
Her face is that space between my hearts rate.
Her name, that shiver, that runs up my spine.
To blame is that power that compels fate
To my sanitys destiny in time.
My memories are held frozen in spac...
Posted by Larry on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 06:37:00 PST |
