Here's one I posted on another answer:

The Love Ladder

A step-ladder with six slanted steps
Easy to get from one level to another
Three levels of Like, three of Love

Just met
First impressions
Worth liking? ... Yes
At the bottom of the Love Ladder

Better acquainted
Do things together
Enjoy each others' company
On the second level of Like on the Love Ladder

Friends
Know some thoughts of theirs
Share some past and present experiences
On the third level of Like on the Love Ladder

See through some masks
Know what they are usually thinking
Good friends
Share most feelings
A lot of head and a little heart
On the first level of Love on the Love Ladder

Close friends
Intimacy
Sometimes open
Usually honest
Head and heart reverse
On the second level of Love on the Love Ladder

No one else
Love only for them
Know everything about them
Always open and honest
Trust
"True Love"
"All Heart"
On the pinnacle of the Love Ladder

Some people progress slowly
Some people skip levels
Jumping into love
Most people even out on a level
They sometimes rise or slip
Sometimes the ladder falls over

Love is not a game
It is a progression of thoughts and feelings
It is an opening of one person to another
It is a ladder that takes some people forever to get to the top
Some fall off along the way
But the ultimate goal of everyone
Is to reach the top of the Love Ladder

copyright Bill Sanders

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And, here's another I wrote

Senses, Feelings and Thoughts


You make it easy for me to say things about my
Senses Feelings and Thoughts about you

Senses of
Joy
Whey I'm doing something or just being with you
Nervousness
When I'm pacing the floor while waiting for you
Longing
That these senses and feelings could last forever
Loss
When you have to leave me for any reason

Feelings of
Happiness
When you say "Yes" you will spend the evening with me
Power
When you let me hold you in my arms
Pride
When I'm walking down the street with you on my arm
Loneliness
Any time you are not with me

Thoughts of
You
How beautiful you are
How easy it is to talk to you
How fun it is just to be with you
How the future might be
With you

Oh
And one that's often forgotten
Because it is almost always taken for granted
It's a sense, a feeling, a thought
It's love

copyright Bill Sanders

I don't downrate

I moderate

But I've earned some people's hate

Because of my high-ranking state

Edit: Alright, I've had two poems up here for over a year, and it's time for a change. Here is a different one.

The Little Grey Boy

“Mom, may I come?” said the little grey boy,
To his bright white sparkling mother,
She said “no, not today,
You stay home and play”
And left the little boy on his own.

“Dad, may I help?” said the little grey boy,
To his dark suited businessman father,
He said “no, not now,
You wouldn’t know how.”
And left the little boy on his own.

“Dad, look at me!” said the little grey boy,
Twirling about like a top,
But he nodded his head,
“That’s nice” he said,
And left the little boy to twirl all alone.

“Mom, here’s your pearls” said the little grey boy,
Wishing he could glow just like her,
But she didn’t say a word,
As if she never heard,
And left the little boy all alone.

The little grey boy tried to play by himself,
As the hours and days passed,
But his dolls only stared,
His dog only slept,
And daydreams never did last.

“The years have gone by” thought the little grey boy,
“And now I am grown to my teens,”
There must be some way,
To bring colour to grey,
And to not spend the time so alone.

And he found it one day, on a small slip of paper,
That he put on top of his tongue,
He was as high as the sun,
And when the feeling was done,
The little boy was no longer alone.

The colours were bright, there were prisms and lights,
And he finally felt he was free,
He couldn’t get through a day,
Without feeling this way,
But at least he wasn’t so alone.

“Son come with me” said his mother in white,
Looking at her son in pain,
We’ll take you to a place,
Where you’ll be safe,
But the little boy stayed on his own.

“Son you need help” said the dark suited father,
With tears streaming out of his eyes,
But he said “no, not now,
You wouldn’t know how.
I’ll do it all on my own.”

I wrote this for my nieces for fun last year. :p
I used to write fairly often, but I haven't had much inspiration lately.


Alice the bunny lived in a hole,
Deep in the woods with a squirrel and a mole.
She ate naught but grass, brown nuts and some berries,
and danced through the night with the elves and the faeries.
But one day, poor Alice, asleep in her hole,
curled up quite warm with the squirrel and a mole,
decided against her same diet of berries
and went out in search for the brightest red cherries.
She hopped through the forest with bountiful grace
and challenged her shadow to a kindly footrace.
Faster and faster, she cared not for the cost,
'til suddenly realized her foot trail was lost.
She wandered for hours, given in to the grief,
and dried helpless tears on a giant green leaf.
All through the forest, she saw not a soul,
and then through the bushes; the squirrel and a mole!
"Grass and brown nuts saved for bunny who tarries,
but for you an exception; the brightest red cherries!"
They held out to her the red fruits in a bowl,
and she made her way back with the squirrel and a mole.

I'm not much of a poet, but I do write some things that might look like poems. Like this one that I put on my profile. It's my final words to God:

You stole my heart,
my hopes,
my dreams,
but in a good way.
I don't mind you so much,
but you're a bad golfer.

Profound....and in so few words.

Angel From Heaven
In this world a baby boy was born,
The pride and joy of his parents,
To them no other child could compare,
From his sweet smile to his big blue eyes....
To them a angel from God had been given to them.
They watched him grow from a tiny child to a
full grown man...
Along the way the times were hard,
This tiny child became a small sturdy boy, who quickly
became a tough young teen, who got lost many times
along the way from child to man...
But though it all his parents were by his side,
Always there to pick him up
and set him on his way.
They saw him though his teens on into manhood.
They saw him take a bride,
and they were there when God sent him a angel
of his very own....
Now they are old and grey...
Their backs are bent by time...
But their hearts are full...
As they look back on time...
At all the Joy their Baby Boy
Brought to them.

Dedicated to my son Jason
copyright by Regina Eades

Hmm here's one I wrote a week ago

GRIM
So you've come at last
Black Robe, face of bone
Eyes like tiny stars
I laugh in your face.
You may be the guide
But I am the adventurer
You only let me pass
You are forever damned
The loneliest of all creatures
The Grim Reaper

ASHLEY
It started out with just two people
It started out with me and you
Never occurred to me then
You’d go behind my back like you do

I wish I’d known at the time
You were just playing me to get to her
How could I have known you weren’t
The kind of guy I thought you were

Why did I make myself broken
I’m so tired of those lies you tell
I was looking for something special
But I was still under your spell

I took the butcher knife in my hand
And pointed it straight at my heart
I thought I wouldn’t miss it
Because you’d torn it apart

So when they blade pierced my chest
Bleeding softly on the closet floor
I realized there was more to life than you
Sitting on the steps of death’s door

Yet now I knew it was too late
Final steps in life’s dance
I tried taking in the fading closet
Wishing for a second chance

I should have asked someone to help me
Told my mother what you’d done to me
And now I can’t tell my folks I’m sorry
If you think you can
Tell them that for me.

Under The Mask


The mask that I wear
is cracked and slightly worn.
The truth is leaking out
but no one cares to look anymore.
For my children and my mom
even more for him.
I play more often than not
then to let them see within.
What I feel I cannot say
I cannot act on the screaming impulse
to give in and let the blade slice.
To cut out all the ugly
the stupid I would simply dice.
Leaving less than a shell of a person
who's maybe something right.
They don't understand it
they think it's all for show.
What the cannot really see
is what they choose in their heart not to know.
Every slice every cut
is intended just for me.
Not for their eyes to judge or wonder
if they caused me to bleed.
It's a punishment
a sentence
a checking of the self.
A correction of the wrong
an emptying of the disease
that's been a poison in me to long.
With every rip and every tear
every shredded hole.
You see more of the darkness
the disease
that everyday I know.
So I putty and I spackle.
with a smile or with a laugh.
So they won't be effected
by what's beneath this broken mask.


04/01/2007

i can make a poem whenever Im into it..the emotion won't just stop reviving into words what i felt inside me..


EVERYTHING IS AMBIGUOUS!!!!

He said he loves you-but then he left you
He treat you nice-but seems like he don't like you anymore
He said he wants a future with you-but he's nowhere
He shows a lot of interest in you-but he just disappeared!!!

If this is love - so sad that it always end with a GOODBYE