Yes Dad, I bought flowers
I know it's early
But I wanted you to have them for Father's Day
Unlike last year when there weren't any
...
Alone in my apartment, listening to the Stones
I wondered what went wrong
I tried to write you a verse that would made you stay
But I couldn't find the words
...
What about the children?
Will they know know what is a Polar Bear or Elephant?
As the global warning of climate change echoes extinction
Will we have the truth and reconcilliation finally?
...
I dream of a world called paradise,
Where there's no such things as tears
I dream that no one is harmed,
Because of beliefs or other reasons
...
The snake slips out of its skin
but never changes
Its tongue makes me nervous
But it's harmless
...
Take this stone
It's my gift of love
I know it isn't worth anything
But it's what I want to use
...
My poetry is a mystery to me also
I don't know how I write
I feel it isn't any good
That I could make a living
...
She dances like the infinite wind
Not knowing where she's goin'
Never knowing where she has been
She can't stop to rest
...
I conceal my true feelings
But if I confide them to you
You would probably laugh
And walk away
...
Run like the wind
Against the wintry clouds
Against the Iron Horse
That is faster than a bullet
...
He keeps missing yr heart
Though he has had lots of practice through
The centuries
But he keeps missing yr heart
...
Make America Great again
By cleaning the lakes and rivers
And stop poisoning the land
Let's stop this division between of everything
...
I drink my whiskey alone tonight
In my favorite bar
Wondering if anyone would join me
From the crowd of youth in celebrating
...
I watch the night's sky
And question how do the planets
Know the art of silence
Do they speak to each other with a language
...
Take this rose and put it in yr hair
As we dance the tango in the dawn's light
The warmth of the rising sun fills our hearts with joy,
But we are cautious
...
You are so sweet like
The chocolate that you bring
And the roses are a nice touch
I don't need a diamond ring
...
She's an angel now
Carried to the other side
She has left a piece of her inside me
Though, we didn't always agree
...
There's a war within me
As though, someone threw a bomb onto my heart
And my brain has melted when you left
All I see is the turmoil of the aftermath
...
I have been living in Canada as an American Citizen for 47years.)
Orchid Haiku
On the window pane
The purple orchid blossoms
Despite the gray sky
I like your poetic skills. Ever since I started to read your poems I have become an ardent reader, I wish you good luck and please keep writing lovely poems.
A kindhearted soul who was my first, and for a long time, only friend on this website!
LeeAnn Azzopardi is endowed with immense poetic talent and rich varied experiences, that take her poems to very high aesthetic standards. Her rich vocabulary makes them exquisite. And the bright imagery adorn her poems with all hues of life and love.
Up to the minute in feelings and heart. Knew you were exceptional from the very start. Our good luck to have you, among the best, In this, our poetic nest.
This was my comment on your poem entitled, "Pavlov's Dog" that I could not post there due to some technical problems: Brilliant use of simile at the end makes the poem thought provoking. Appreciated this wonderful poem of great substance. Top score!
A poetess who has inspired me more than once! LeeAnn is a caring, truly loving human being.
Hi LeeAnn, I just sent ant to thank you for all your comments on my poems. I'm only getting half the comments people make on my MacBook Air and iPhone. I went into a library today that uses Microsoft and found everyone's comments. PH doesn't seem to like Apple products? ? Thank you again - : )
Hold on to yr depression learn from yr depression and the poetry will come through
The Great American Novel is a log book of the ride
Yes, the wheels are turning slowly But, for sure, we'll get there
Savour yr youth Because you don't know when you'll lose it
I am at my best when I am depress
Life is the road to the slaughterhouse
What do you call snow on April 1st? God's April Fool's Joke
I don't want to find myself; Don't want to know what I might find out
A great poet who knows how to bring out wonderful memories...