Just For You Poetry

Welcome Richard and i am intrigued by this first poem. So many thoughts in your inquisitive mind as to" why, where and how?" that many of us must ponder on. It seems that we are just a very small link in the never ending circle of something we don't really understand, maybe the fascination...

Yes, the ghosts of grief still abide in the dunes Fay , they are imprinted on time and it is good that those brave women are remembered all this time on.

Thank you for this informative poem about your beloved Cornwall and its people...

https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7512/15789577412_7c735f45d9_m.jpg Safe now back in the arms of my solitude, wrapped in my peaceful cloak Where I can wander through my mind and find the enchantment of you, of your love and all our yesterdays Where I can sense your shadow upon mine, the gentle touch o...

i had never thought of the highway like that Cindy, yes just like a tree with branches and twigs, what a wonderful image !

Then again, it never changes so like a concrete tree, static and grey, but with perhaps your tall pines at the end of it

We do eventually grow up and find ourselves, although often it is in later years that we come to realize there is something else within us that has been nurturing us all along. There is such a warm and safe feeling when we are re-created and find that we can turn to prayer, whatever our religion may...

I love the beautiful imagery you have portrayed for us David, especially the second stanza.."Purple curtains"..wow , and yes that is just how the sky is before the rain.
At one with yourself in a happy mindset...just perfect

Oh my goodness David , you have my every sympathy if this is real....and how could "They" possibly know what your pain is like?

You have a lovely rhythm and wonderful rhyming scheme here, wonderful poetry my friend...

Hi and welcome to our site David..

A lovely poem you have presented for us to enjoy and share its happiness.. thank you

A wonderful thing to happen, cats do seem to have a life of their own wandering off and returning just when it suits them..lol

I am so happy that Chapati came home again,he must have a great homing instinct..

Hi Tom, and i have a feeling this is all about your home; the before and after and the journey in between.

We do tend to cling to things that made us feel safe in the past, but as my son tells me " You have to move with the time, things change "

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4I85Rw1rQco Blossom the tree gives me blossom Pink and white petals dancing in the air delicately twist and turn as they fall laying a perfumed carpet at my feet. always the tree gives me blossom Hope the tree gives me hope open arms reach to the sky seeking light, a...

A loving tribute to your father Seema

Wow.. a state of the art loo to dispose of your poo..

Tom, there is nothing like sitting in comfort and i loved your amusing rhyme...

Wishing you a happy and peaceful weekend too Seema..

Thank you everyone for your kind comments...

Not always an easy thing to do, but we have to try and forgive the past..

Wonderful advice , thank you Seema..

An intriguing way to use the metaphor of a well Sandra, and i love the imagery that you have portrayed within it.

Thank goodness he found a light at the end of the tunnel (well)
and the turn in the last line was very surprising...

https://farm1.staticflickr.com/410/19293048979_c846ce1f7d.jpg My soul heard you singing in another time, another life and the colours you sang were so beautiful that my tears bled into rainbows as a butterfly kissed my hand. Like flowers beautiful souls are re-born © Stella Armour 2015

I am laughing here Tom, the picture i have of me on FB is when i was a child so no-one would recognize it anyway. it is good though to be able to type in a name from the past and see how that person's life has panned out, and it does bring back memories, especially the school groups where there are ...

A nice family tribute... thank you Seema..

Love the picture and the plum coloured words Fay

You have excelled yourself once again with this sensuous and lip licking poem...very tasty and absolutely gorgeous

https://farm8.staticflickr.com/7335/16377400450_64729ab1aa_m.jpg My favourite place is just beyond my mind, through a dream and a little to the left. There are no doors or windows there, no walls to pass through or floors to tread, just a pocket where love keeps its memories. A soft and gentle plac...

Karin, Cindy and Don...

Thank you so much

I really love this Cindy, what a delightful and uplifting write ...

lovely imagery Prashant...

Very nice poem...

https://farm1.staticflickr.com/530/20006550536_e70c1f3dcf_m.jpg Forever there disturbing my dreams just as i drifted to an ultimate peace. Dancing, tapping feet on the kitchen floor round and round smiling her best smile “Give me your attention, look at me, get up and open my treat tin, you know yo...

I can see the green mountains cry Sandra in this lovely sonnet, your imagination has certainly found something very inspiring...

Absolutely beautiful...

The perfect dream, and it can be achieved but to know peace and harmony we also have to have known the other side of the spectrum for us to seek it out..

Long days take their toll on our wellbeing and like you Seema we have to close the harshness out and welcome positive and peaceful thoughts into our minds.

https://farm1.staticflickr.com/519/19823102762_263d87cb4a_m.jpg I paid a visit to the Charity shop and oh wow, did I enjoy the display! The cd’s and records were wonderful I could have easily stayed there all day. They had books and maps and pictures galore, old armchairs and some new ones, just a ...

I am not surprised...lol

lots of fun from your fantastic imagination Steven...i shall keep reading this haha

Lovely aren't they Fay, one of the magical things in childhood fantasies. ...

Haha, it's good to read of a man that does all these things... wonderful humour Steven, loved it

As Fay has said maybe poetry is cathartic at stressful times like this Tom..hope it is all finished soon my friend..

Everyone deserves their own "Island of peace", but not all know how to create it Seema....we are so lucky if we can make for ourselves a little space that is our own haven in times of stress.

Just where he deserves to be..

This is really good advice..thank you Seema.

Wonderful news today

Ken is recovering well... still needs to be in our prayers but so happy for him..

https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3699/19602386355_cd35bfbd3c_m.jpg As lazy, seamless summer skies drift easy over daydream eyes sun basking tree-tops gently sway to keep the would-be clouds away for time has no position here the hour is neither far or near. My thoughts are mute, there is no sound ‘ce...

Hahaha...what a poser you are and paying the price now , still bet you have a wonderful golden glow... am just wondering where it might be..

As Steven has said "It doesn't get much better" than this. Two souls that rise up from hidden pasts to find an awakening in each other... once in a lifetime and so very beautiful Fay....

https://c1.staticflickr.com/1/520/18858696653_e964e454c0_m.jpg Late sun slips quiet between dusky satin sheets whilst heady perfumes of sweet, balmy bouquets hang in the blue laced veils of twilight’s tranquillity. Beneath Shimmering, star scattered indigo blankets dragonfly closes his silken wings...

Congratulations on the birth of your new grandson and i know you will having him smiling all the time with your wonderful stories.

Titchy Williams will certainly be a favourite..lol

Oh , that apple looks very tempting Fay, and a delightful story you have woven around it.

We take fruit for granted, especially apples but they have a long journey and lots of hazzards to survive to give us a most delicious dessert.

Creating and giving out good vibes helps to make people smile and feel happy...thank you Seema

True words Seema, sometimes it is all too easy to stand still, but we must look to new horizons and move forward to fulfill our potential..

https://c3.staticflickr.com/9/8274/29280266570_0923a99e27_m.jpg October morn comes cold yet sweet when autumn leaves crunch ‘neath my feet. A spider web is veiled in white as early frosts hand paint the night. Stays longer now, the dark before a breaking dawn which rises radiant on this October mor...

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