This is a poem I wrote for a girl. I'm not sure what she thought of it yet , but I'd like to share it to see what others think of it. The wind cries your name God blessed your hazel brown eyes your smile lights my soul. You've set my heart free; your beauty has tempered me I've the earth queen.
Looks like you're in love. Haiku purists will protest but there's something to be said for focus, and form that allows it. Write on!
I like that. It's very sweet and simple. It sounds so sincere, too. Not cheesy at all. I really like this side of you. Lucky girl. I'm glad she creates a glimmer of postive energy in your soul.
well we were friends for a little while. we haven't talked in two months. i'm kinda hurt by it, but life goes on. that's what they tell me.
you can hang me in a bottle like a cat let the crows keep me clean before my act when the wailing of the baby meets the footsteps of the dead we're all mad here as the devil sticks his flag into the mud and since carol is run off with reverend judd their big expensice place and their big expensive face will never last and youll die with the rose still on your lips in time a heart shaped bone that was her hips the worms they will climb the rugged ladder of your spine and my eyeballs they veiw terrible terrain we're all inside a decomposing train and you eyes will die like fich the shore of your face will turn to bone
All night long on the broken glass Livin in a medicine chest Mediteromanian hotel back Sprawled across a roll top desk The monkey rode the blade on an Overhead fan They paint the donkey blue if you pay I got a telephone call from istanbul My baby's coming home today Will you sell me one of those if i shave my head Get me out of town is what fireball said Never trust a man in a blue trench coat Never drive a car when you're dead Saturday's a festival Friday's a gem Dye your hair yellow And raise your hem Follow me to beulah's on Dry creek road I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed Take me down to buy a tux On red rose bear Got to cut a hole in the day I got a telephone call from istanbul My baby's coming home today
She wore red shoes by the drugstore as the rain splashed the nickel spilled like chablis along the midway theres a little bluejay in a red dress, on a sad night one straw in a rootbeer a compact with a cracked mirror and a bottle of evening in paris perfume he told her to wait in by the magazines he had to take care of some buisness it seems bring a raincoat and a suitcase and your dark eyes and wear those red shoes theres a dark huddle at the bus stop umbrellas arranged in a sad bouquet li'l cesaer got caught he was going down to second he was cooled changing stations on the chamber to steal a diamond from a jewelry store for his baby he loved the way she looked in those red shoes she waited by the drugstore cesaer had never been this late before and the dogs bayed the moon and rattled their chains and the cold jingle of taps in a puddle was the burglar alarm snitchin on ceasar now the rain washes memories from the sidewalks and the hounds splash down the nickel full of soldiers and santa claus is drunk in the ski room and it's christmas eve in a sad cafe when the moon gets this way there's a little blue jay by the newstand wearing red shoes so meet me tonight by the drugstore we're goin out tonight wear your red shoes the last three are deffinately tom waits (troling sry)
