My Rock Poems - Poems about My Rock

..."I'm going down to the river gonna take me my rocking chair Going down to the river gonna take me my rocking chair And if those blues don't leave me Gonna rock on away from here" by George Har......Read the rest...

...I often write about the ocean. I went to see a museum exhibit, yesterday, “Dutch Art in a Global Age.” The paintings of sailboats on the sea caught my attention. Breathtaking and romantic, admired th......Read the rest...

...You broke my love, my loyalty, my confidence and mind, You left invisible wounds, broken, trauma and anxiety, You told me I was imagining all the things you did, that it was my fault, I was to blam......Read the rest...

...Steady as a rock, firm faith she carries The embodiment of strength, girl power! She reads out her mind like a political novel Confidence is her hidden name and she lives it For she believes it. ......Read the rest...

...On the grand stage of the world, under lights of dreams and flickering charm, We dance our illusions, beneath arcs of sun and mysteries fashioned through dreams vast and warm. Freedom, a chimera of......Read the rest...

...As Lot and his wife Left the city of Sodom Where gnosis flourished His wife heard Yaldabaoth’s wrath As the two lands burned Hearing the children crying Her heart made blood tears It ripped fr......Read the rest...

...Three times it happened, all connected, Transcending time and space, Ignited by the key ingredients - A tree and sky above my face. Looking up through skeletal winter branches, The leaves had ......Read the rest...

...Sorrow I cannot feel. nor the pain to which these words appeal. can ever express my deepest condolences in this “ life’s most tense moments” JOY …Oh what a joy to have had such a truly good boy. yet ......Read the rest...

...Falling for you in Love out of love falling into depression on my face into failure hitting rock bottom before climbing to the top again......Read the rest...

...Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., crafted when Wallace and Gromit returned from their trip to the moon, which I can prov-olone huck curd (within Trump con feta ration) – as......Read the rest...

...Soul Eater The concept of the soul was intangible and distant. Faith and belief all that gave it substance, weak and watery as it was. Until that wretched day… I hurt, I ached, ......Read the rest...

...Let me expire in your sweet arms tonight Let me give you my love, my last breath Revive me, love me, and kiss me. Until death We had promised to be together, that's right. In your arms, I'm at ......Read the rest...

... Just add beer and abracadabra . . . Flavor galore! Just don’t add too much . . . Alcoholism is a disease. It should cook out though. Anyway, I hope it’s not too cheesy. Some of you are ......Read the rest...

...Window to the Soul The eyes of lovers are open doors, unlocked by true love and intimacy. Each of us holds ourselves captive in that inner panic room, that shelter we begin building upon our first......Read the rest...

...Awaiting a growth spurt that never happened When a boy, I wanted to be as tall as my father (he passed away October seventh two thousand and twenty linkedin to congestive heart failure), who ......Read the rest...