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Oakley
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I have been writing since I was eight years old, born & raised in northern New Jersey. After having two near-death experiences and losing my passion for writing poetry, my daughter, girlfriend, and grade school teacher got me back into the art of words. I remember a conversation that I had with my teacher. He told me the jocks might get the girls now but keep writing poetry because the words will get the words the girls once the jocks are old and fat later. Now I have the love of my life due to the poem I left on her car windshield. P.S. The poem The PROPOSAL was a success. She said yes, so the teacher was right."I THINK MY WORDS KNOW YOU" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2023. Web. 24 Jul 2023... PLEASE CHECK MY YOUTUBE CHANNEL, THE POETRY OF A MAD HIPPIE POET
Submitted Poems 542 total
GOWhere does this all lead to this road paved in gold that leads to nowhere? Who is doing the writing on the wall? Are we the ones meant to listen, and some of us will be good boys and girls and obey | 4 Views added 3 days ago | Rating |
MAKE-BELIEVEI want and need to breathe. I need to feel something lasting and honest, like the kiss of your bloodstained kiss and warm embrace. Oh, sing to me that song you used to sing that would have my thoughts and guilt erased. I want to touch your face like... | 3 Views added 11 days ago | Rating |
TELL ME WHYPaint me a picture in vivid colors and tell me why all the peasants and whores want all the riches and gold without a single story being told but yet they demand to sing the songs of yesterday as they go their separate ways. | 1 View added 11 days ago | Rating |
BEAT OF THE DRUMThe sounds are getting louder with every beat of the drum, the stars are starting to fill the skies, and the night is becoming undone. There was too much to lose, all of the gold and riches I had just won. I choose to walk because I'm too old to... | 4 Views added 17 days ago | Rating |
THERE COMES A TIMEThere comes a time when a man needs to strip himself of all of his worldly things, look around, open his mind to every sound, look to be lost, and hope once again to be found. Tears will fall like the rain from the sky, but the whys will soon be... | 3 Views added 23 days ago | Rating |
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Favorite Poets 14 total
Voted Poems 95 total
In the blink of an eye.- Echoes of sorrow.
- The black bag with evil spirits inside.
- Wilson my feline friend.
- The song you sing.
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