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 iceaxe
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the last thing one remembers
was staring at the embers
where tongues of flame once blazed
before the past was raised
like peeing on hot coals
with transgressions all exposed
its time to bury the hatchet
my sternly faced Miss Ratchet
to nurse the wounds or cauterize
searing flesh with naked eyes
grab more kindling or grab a pail
is it time to sail or time to bail
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Posted: 12/28/2010 1:36:00 PM
is it time to sail or time to bail
hard to tell drinking all that ale
but astonishing enough
being here is a plus
kiss, lick, and spit at people
as long as you feel there not your equal
but the ale will dry up one day
then there debts to pay
making amends to all lost friends
and the ones you could have had
had you had not been so mad
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Posted: 12/29/2010 8:27:00 AM
had I not been so mad
around christmas sitting in chair
christmas I must remeber to heed
things everywhere
wondering if I was truely blest
to have these two men like boys
that want extravogant toys
the curse that I recieved
enough to make a mother grieve
refuse to sign onto a plan
suck it up now be a man
they want phones with internet
I said no, with some reget
but god was there and he was listening
less than 12 hrs away who needs the doctor
attitudes like this I did not proctor
something cheaper not a two year agreement
get some insurance and a ride, you have nothing to represent
puking 8 times knocked, the phone's in the tub
now tell me who needs back rub
guess I have to remember, these other time
when I was proud to call them mine
when i felt blessed God gave them to me
be thankful and grateful, must remember to heed
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
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Posted: 12/31/2010 2:37:46 PM
be thankful and grateful,
must remember to heed
gratitude's measured by action,
watch your deed
the things that we did
with the hand we were delt
is measured by how
we played it out,
and not how we felt

did you turn your suffering
into power?
did you do the things
that are right?
did you sell out
at the final hour?
or did you go down
with a fight?

to err is human,
I know I've done my share
living life on my own
I've done my best and dont care
and own the things that ive blown

the fiction is seemless, the friction exhausting
we can fight to the death or can heal
the cupcakes are baked, we are up for the frosting
wrapped in plastic for transit, whats the deal?

 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Posted: 1/3/2011 11:30:00 AM
wrapped in plastic for transit, whats the deal
don't know where I 'll get my last meal
dirt is done now its time to clean
anyone got some extra mean green
the cleanser u know its powerful stuff
long as you don't breath in the fumes too much
the soaps not over too early in this life to tell
I'm still young and restless yet bold and beautiful
still thinking about the man last night
who winked to let me know he was watching
started my heart to throbbing
I was flattered, him all dressed I was tattered
just for a minute I imagined....
oh that right I can't say that... I'm old fashioned
while doing things mind kept wondering
back to where he was at
just couldn't do it out of respect
but if I get my chance again
I'll not bite my tongue, my friend
give him the wink, pray he ask what I think
so suave, so debonaire, yet down to earth
had me wondering what he did since birth
if I get the chance again, I not choke on my words
as I speak softly, but not from my mouth
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 1/5/2011 9:39:57 PM
Finding their way and where they belong
mattered.
Until...the sky hurries into a panic
of where I belong.
Birds are programmed. I am not.
My given freedom is my sorrow, my loss...
My understanding is....bent, young, over the pond.
This best was easy.
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Posted: 1/6/2011 10:00:28 AM
this best was easy, although I was sleepy
I had a cold and was sneezing,
effortlessly I got though it all
now its time to get on the ball

a mind can take you some strange places
be careful no one knows what their fate is
bereaved, bereft, cut off completely
dealt that hand i felt so defeted
for the times that I felt so bad
thought I lost every friend I had
I discovered the friend inside
whos knows the secrets I can not hide

never alone its been written
and all my sins are forgiven.....
 sinlov
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Posted: 1/7/2011 8:12:26 AM
which direction your heart flows in the spriritual ebb
only God can tell, not left to you or me,
to tell me how its gonna be
God knows I'm a sinner trying to Sin Not
he knows I'm no murderer, and really not a theif
knows I went to college , have degrees in carnal knowledge (not reall)
I am trying not to lust, for in him I should put my trust
joker, smoker, midnight tokker (what ever that is I stay up all night daily)
yes I am a sinner, didn't mean to hurt no one
playing music, I like to have fun
mans forever judging actions, never mind the intent
can't look inside the heart to see whats really meant
I suppose action as opposed louder than the words
times no action or reation speaks louder than whats heard
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 1/4/2011
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Posted: 1/7/2011 7:54:17 PM
louder than whats heard~
my mind marches forward in philosophical thought
debating deep in the firing neurons of electrical impulse
feeding my body with calculated movements in a blink
are thoughts faster than the speed of light?
or are they lost only as quickly?
might I remember the good ones well
holding them close in mine heart
reminding me I am but a mere visitor
upon the shores walked before me
leaving sand in my shoes

 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 1/7/2011 10:36:45 PM
leaving sand in my shoes
is never as hard as leaving
the epitome of beauty
sun, something so squeezingly beautiful
blue sky, this look in your eyes
are always gone...each look after this
becomes furtive, lonely, gone
we leave each other at some given point.
last time I looked....
I was leaving the room.
 Rasko
Joined: 1/23/2010
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Posted: 1/8/2011 11:18:57 AM
I was leaving the room
minding my business
to put myself to bed
when out of the gloom
those that had less
stood up and asked to be fed
though tired i was
i cant ignore hunger
knowing how to cook
cooking was better than killing the buzz
watching them take her children from her
i just couldnt stand there and look

it costs too much
to work for a living
if you clean or cook for a job
you get so far riding the clutch
the hours and commutes would leave anyone seathing
in the land of the free where so many sob
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 1/4/2011
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Posted: 1/8/2011 11:54:21 AM
in the land of the free where so many sob
they marry for money to a fat slob
to eat ribs taters and corn on the cob
and lazy days to turn into a blob

(hugs and a kiss my J~)
 Rasko
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Posted: 1/8/2011 12:56:34 PM
wiggly toes in their socks
talking and screaming for lunch
could you please shut up, i know what rocks
it always comes down to a crunch

this old man he banged five
there just aint that time left to play
you cant fight for justice if you aint alive
or if your brain has turned into a sieve

live long and large mr. naked.
you know you are my friend
 sinlov
Joined: 2/25/2008
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Posted: 1/8/2011 2:38:17 PM
you know you are my friend
though you may not want to be
one day will grow to an understanding
to be less demanding
to agree, to disagree
you might end up liking me
but for now you can assume
that in my heart you have a room
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 1/4/2011
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Posted: 1/8/2011 5:50:47 PM
in my heart you have a room
furnished modestly but well
with bright sun lit windows
carefully placed lace curtains
and an old quilt from days gone
sewn with the love of generations
by worn hands and eyes that could
no longer see the small stitches ~
but ever so perfect still from memories
made so long ago they are but a day dream...
 60to70
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Posted: 1/9/2011 9:37:10 PM
...than help my creative bell ring

Its hot, its beating upon every bit that you have
but you lie there, the sun catches every frikken hair
on your head, your arms.
Its cold, its not wanting to even venture
out you go....like that...like how you return.
Its time to reexamine why.
You fit any dose of any medicine.
Better than what was prescribed.
 revoskeepnus
Joined: 12/1/2010
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Posted: 1/9/2011 10:20:16 PM
Better than what was prescribed
he told me of a happy life
where fairies dance, and wise men pray
we could make it there any day
except...
July the 4th

That date would forever reign
as a day of terror
amongst the thorns he inhabited
With a forgiving yet cynical glare,
I told him to pass the ****ing pipe...
we smile on this looking back.
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 1/4/2011
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Posted: 1/10/2011 6:15:29 AM
(hey revo!)

we smile on this looking back
stuck indoors with snow so I slack
but heat I have and do not lack
food and clothes inside my pack

lets not go for a ride its too cold
my bones do ache Im getting old
indoor games with stories to told
are much more fun than ones sold

come sit here quiet snuggle me
we'll watch the white show all comfy
and taste the snow creams yes yummy
while on each others tongues I see...
 sinlov
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Posted: 1/10/2011 8:04:08 AM
while on each others tongues I see...
although it's bitten, it did not bleed
although it was a waggin'
it worked full speed, ... no laggin
i practiced to do all kind of tricks with it
seem to tell more when I was lit
cherry stem I tried to tie so tightly
be lying if I said nicely
but the tongue, seem to explore
opened up too many doors
now it has all kinds of sores
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 1/4/2011
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Posted: 1/10/2011 7:20:20 PM
with tape the condition wont be detected
hiding the crimes of passions roughness
underneath the truth still screams
when no one wants to hear its cry
it knocks upon the doors of surprise
shocking with awe and disgust
love isnt always a Monet painting
taking victims in a moments pleasure
 revoskeepnus
Joined: 12/1/2010
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Posted: 1/11/2011 4:44:40 PM
The one and only true God
looked down on this creation
toiling many hours
fevered mind debating
its destruction...
he said fvck it, I'll give them MTV
Teach them to love freely
and stupidly
here's some HIV
now you sick phucks
you saw what I did to Rome
I gave you a beautiful planet
you disrespected your home.

As the mortals cried
clinging to their various idols
the child molesting priest pressed his Rosary to his forehead
begging forgiveness
boom, he was dead

All those cops that really enjoy to beat
the homeless
and pitiful
urchins off the street
God sent down a bolt of lighting so strong and true
sent them to hell forever... constantly surging through
the biggest damn taser you've ever seen
God is not cruel or mean
simply gives back
to those who lack
humility
love
and understandin'

He's a truly just woman
in my opinion...
 Rasko
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Posted: 1/11/2011 8:57:07 PM
In My Opinion
i wrote
You are probably right
In sluggish reverie
in a small café
With a gas station
On an empty road in the desert
At a round wooden table
She walks up and sits down
Looks me in the eye and says
Thank you for the stone in my mind
It sings and I listen to it
i rub my sun glared eyes
But she is nowhere
i flick my bottle cap off the mesa
Looking down at the adobe homes
i pick up a stone and put it in my pocket
As a momento of the stone in her mind
To again speak the heart’s language
Write stories of our souls
Tracing footsteps in the sand
Cloud outlines against the sky
The silhouette of the red mesa
Still breaks through the crusty hours
And ferments like a fine tequila
Past sunset into tomorrow’s sunrise
Into another living breathing space
Evolving with the universe
Embracing catastrophe’s creation
 60to70
Joined: 7/28/2008
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Posted: 1/11/2011 9:01:48 PM
He's a truly just woman
in my opinion
If God favoured either sex
God would die tomorrow.
Something is wrong, askew, lost
in a free will given
dispensed
destroyed
forgotten.
 xlr8ingmargo
Joined: 1/4/2011
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Posted: 1/11/2011 9:12:54 PM
Embracing catastrophes creation
in heated debate across the nation
I can only scream out an exclamation!
as sinners fornicate in procreation
burning in lusty anticipation
but it was without any hesitation
I offer life a simple carnation
to celebrate the manifestation
created in fascination
known as the period of gestation
heres to the birth of humanity~
 sinlov
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Posted: 1/13/2011 4:58:39 PM
you better call home"
tell him you feel alone
tell him your tired of this world
let him know you want to come back
shouldn't shoot you or try to attack

I hope he'll be with open arms
just like my natural father
ran to him when something bothered
all the comfort and care given
makes me want to... just keep livin
pass it on and pay it forward
you probably lose if you ignore it

pray father for I have sinned
beg you mercy, will you still let me in
for I believe you died for me alone
and you rose again to sit by his throne
all the rest will take care of itself
won't need money, won't need no wealth
I believe up there they're all in good health

no more broken hearts. parts or even headaches
Uhmm can't wait to get in his grace
I wish they had not invented the thing called sin
I wish there was no free will to defend
I wish sin was not the bait
please father let me have a space
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