|
Details |
Michael Thompson Poem
I stare at this lonely blank page of white
Never knowing exactly just what to write
Do I pen something happy or something quite sad
Show forth some laughter or show that I'm mad
Maybe show them the Creator and all that He gives
Or show them the darkness where my soul really lives
Something rude or crude or passions searing heat
Or the dirty dark secrets of life on the street
No matter what I write no matter what I say
I will keep going on just to write another day
mkt
2016
Copyright © Michael Thompson | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Michael Thompson Poem
I sit here alone in the night looking out at the horizon
watching as the gathering storm clouds are outlined
by flashes of lightning in the inky blackness
The wind begins lashing at the trees as the fury
of the storm draws ever nearer and the rolling
cascade of thunder reaches my ears
The raw energy within the towering clouds remind
me of you and a pang of longing flows through me
at the memory of those days and nights together
It was a time when our love was fanned by the
winds of passion and desire and it burned white
hot like the lightning flashing across the skies
But all too soon the winds calmed and the passion
faded and you simply turned and walked away...
leaving in your wake the wreckage of our love
The pouring rain forces me from my memories as
the heat of remembered passion is cooled and
brokenheartedly I sit here alone...
mkt
2017
Copyright © Michael Thompson | Year Posted 2017
|
Details |
Michael Thompson Poem
Flowers fade in the
cool autumn breeze
As colors change the
leaves on the trees
Life does begin it's
long cold slumber
Dreaming of the long
hot days of summer
Copyright © Michael Thompson | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Michael Thompson Poem
I want to write a love poem to you...
Not a script of lust and passion and burning desire, but...
One from deep within my own beating heart written with
the hopes and dreams of things to come that can carry
us into forever...
I want to write a love poem to you...
To express in words that which these lips of clay cannot...
One that will carry us far beyond impossible situations to
a place of peace and tranquility where all things are possible...
I want to write a love poem to you...
mkt
Copyright © Michael Thompson | Year Posted 2018
|
Details |
Michael Thompson Poem
It's so hard to be brave
sitting alone in the dark
when every little sound
can give you a start
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Then something moves
and you know not why
in your own mind you're
sure you're going to die
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Is it a ghost or a demon
or some other imp of hell
or just your imagination
sometimes it's so hard to tell
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Goosebumps run wild
and your heart starts to race
you are too scared to run
the terror shows on your face
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
You hear it draw nearer
then the scratching of claws
you sit shaking in the dark
awaiting that tooth filled maw
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
You squeal like a little sissy girl
when you hear a hiss and a spat
and the evil for which you wet
yourself was only that darn cat
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
mkt
2017
Copyright © Michael Thompson | Year Posted 2017
|
Details |
Michael Thompson Poem
43 cars go round and round
But only one can wear the crown
With fans of every shape and size
Wearing the colors of the one who drives
Hear the roar and smell the fuel
As cars speed around and join the duel
Faster and faster do they go
With fans on their feet enjoying the show
43 cars go round and round
But only one can wear the crown
Copyright © Michael Thompson | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Michael Thompson Poem
Dying leaves take flight
in the swirling autumn winds
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Earth's slumber begins
Copyright © Michael Thompson | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Michael Thompson Poem
in the chilly morn
as bird songs brighten the day
coffee hits the spot
Copyright © Michael Thompson | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Michael Thompson Poem
The essence of you swirls and
flows around me like a wild thing
that moves just outside the light
that is the burning flames of love
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Sometimes coming so close that
the flames dance with wild desire
and other times moving away and
leaving them as cooling embers
waiting to once more be fanned
into heartwarming flames of love
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
mkt
2018
Copyright © Michael Thompson | Year Posted 2018
|
Details |
Michael Thompson Poem
As the sands of time
pass through my hands
I realize it waits for
no person nor their plans
We pass through this life
in the blink of an eye
and at times it seem that
we are only born to die
mkt
Copyright © Michael Thompson | Year Posted 2017
|
|