I know of a people abandoned,
whose dusk never turns to dawn,
light has refused to flush away their nights,
so their lives are lived in the hours of an owl;
under skies in midnight apparitions, they tremble and fall,
riding roughshod over them incubuses.

I know of a people gasping for life,
whose world is sorrow's cup,
whose hopes are as crushed clays
soaked in waters of despair.
They dwell and toil in burning swamps;
on slick hillsides with drifty temperament.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Have you ever thought of a tear falling to the ground, have you thought of a world without any warmth, touch, or feeling? I’m sure many people have but the truth is nobody converses with another human soul, in recent days, times, centuries people have never experienced feeling unless they are hurt because nobody is ever truly joyful they are too fake. The tears you feel when you cry is one of the only human things on this planet we call Earth.

Silence is meaningless
Why do you wish to be silent
even the silent waves
wish to roar

cancel their silence
will or can you
I dare

so I the seas adore
much more
as they are not silent no more
they continue to entice you
send pure surfs of love as before

your Silence
but kills for sure
so stay silent
I pray no more

praise all
the world will adore
you all the more

My addiction
Breathes through my veins
I've become the man with liquid vision
Everything slips by me
But not you

Seeking to find the way
To the stage for me to grab the mic
By the throat and publish your name
Around the globe so the world would know
That you make me whole
So attend
To my bleeding pen hand spilling blue blood
Writting on the waves of the sea
The magic if your love
Your elegance and power
A virtue like no other
You're the light to my fire

(For your next poem)

I could have helped you here
but I dislike death poems
I have struggled years
rather decades to stay alive
there is only one life
It is my surmise

so in life
I'd positively like to rise
and
help others likewise.

I can give you a fish to eat
but rather I'd lay a net
for you to catch aplenty
so more will share
what lies within
'tis sheer poetry
all Neopoets know it

and soon you also will

What a sad degraded world it is we live in:
Violent, adulterous, hypocritical cruds
Masquerading as celebrities, Hollywood heroes,
TV entertainers and basketball studs;
And that's just the half of it.

When I'm carried in your palms like an egg,
I feel like rolling like a ball in your hands.
'Cos I'm in love with how you touch and talk to me like a royal king's son.

You care for me like I'm all you have, but why have you gone to the dark side of the world?

I read in your last letter written with red ink and your drop of blood on it like a stamp illustrating your signature, you drew the shape of love like an apple.

Your words divided the red sea of my heart. I'm walking lonely on the road and talking alone, like a mad man.

What a sad and sickening world it is we live in:
Poor, degraded Britain, a land full of
Violent, adulterous, hypocritical slobs
Not sufficiently educated to hold down a job
In the face of a rival bricklayer
From Poland or Lithuania,

I agree with all

This site is the only site
world wide
where a poet never
ever comes to know
post the fall of Neo's
who or how many have read
this poet/his poem

all don't like to comment
except of friends
all of
you know it

do everyone use your
19th poetic wisdom
21st century experience
1000***** th
intelligence

add on adjectivesnth
will ye
neopoets
compose more poetry