Oakley's Poems

Here's the list of poems submitted by Oakley — There are currently 466 poems total — keep up the great work!

HOME I never knew what you meant when you always spoke of going home, and I always thought you were speaking in your artistic tongue. Now, I want to go home, but I do not know where it is anymore. I checked behind every open and closed door, getting less... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 19 hours ago	Rating
WHAT DO I SEE What do I see when I close my eyes and open my mind? I walk steadily with each step, not knowing what I will find. I hear distant voices; I hear battle cries. Who is it beating the war drum? How many fields must I cross to stand tall? Who in the... – *by mad hippie poet*	123 Views added 4 days ago	Rating
WONDER I sit inside these early morning hours, wondering what the day may bring. I am not the same as yesterday when I had everything and nothing to say. I know that I am strong and was built to handle anything that might come my way, but man, I am so damn... – *by mad hippie poet*	95 Views added 5 days ago	Rating
EXPERIMENT I ask myself too many damn questions that only I hold the answers to. My mouth is dry, and my eyes and mind are heavy. Give me something to quench my thirst. Don't have it be my last nor my first; give me a reason. I was hoping you could give me a... – *by mad hippie poet*	0 Views added 9 days ago	Rating
SKY The skies are dark, yet I see the moon shining through my head heavily, and I am counting how my dreams will come true. My eyes are heavy. I am trying to keep my hand steady; so many words, so much love, and just a little bit of time, I can not... – *by mad hippie poet*	2 Views added 11 days ago	Rating
LIFTED It feels as if a weight has been lifted from my shoulders. My chest is no longer heavy; at last, I can rest. I studied your looks and books. No one could, but I passed your test. You painted me into a corner, and I fought my way out. I did not... – *by mad hippie poet*	2 Views added 13 days ago	Rating
PRAY I do not want to do this anymore; I want to close the door and try to remember how to pray. Tomorrow is today, and I have to get away, but at the moment, I must stay who is speaking and calling me. How can I hear but not see them? Have I lost my... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 17 days ago	Rating
BRIDGES I am waiting for the truth to come to me inside the darkness of the night, just like the day that I was born, but who gave me life? It is I alone that breaths this air, waiting for the stars to fill the skies of my reality where nothing seems to be... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 20 days ago	Rating
STEPS I take one step forward and two steps back. I don't know how long it will take to get there, but I know I will because my feet will not allow me to stand still. The person you see is not the same person you saw yesterday, nor will you see tomorrow.... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 22 days ago	Rating
look There's a look in my eyes, a burning feeling inside my stomach speaking to me in riddles, for this is where all the answers rest their tired heads and occupy my bed. A look lingers inside my eyes, telling me that I can not sleep with my back against... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 28 days ago	Rating
MIND I do not sleep because I do not care about dreaming. This life is an open book, and I am the writer and the painter of the pictures I care to read and see. Am I going mad? Is this a message of my reality What path must I follow when my eyes... – *by mad hippie poet*	15 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
SOULS Where do I stand when I walk all alone to a beat? Only I can hear all the souls and where they went through the years. These thoughts keep haunting me like the stars haunt the evening skies. Kindly pour me another whiskey and answer all of my whys... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
MOUNTAINTOP Here, I sit alone on this mountaintop, listening to the sound of the pouring rain and looking at this painting that some may call a masterpiece. I get no rest. It seems like I am always awake. Who is it that is looking for my soul to take Here I... – *by mad hippie poet*	15 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
LET ME SLEEP Why won't these dreams let me sleep at night ? What in the real world do they care for me to see, and why won't they let me sleep? I see more than enough during the day. What is it that I must see during these god-awful hours? Bring me a drink and... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
BORN I lay here naked, just like the day I was born I look for the lessons that I was meant to learn only if I was not stuck inside of dreams waiting for them to turn into reality I sit here in the corner with tears falling from my eyes, just like the... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
SHOWER I can not sleep for the second night, so I pace back and forth. I drink warm milk and shower cold, but I still can not get this thought out of my head, which stands right before my mind. I want to holler and scream, but life is just a dream. ... – *by mad hippie poet*	2 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
LIONS DEN Will I ever be the hero that I was sent to be I sit on the mountain, looking down, not making a single sound. Strangeness covers me like the clouds cover the sky. I ask myself, who is meant to be saved and why? What do the gods see that I do not ... – *by mad hippie poet*	1 View added 1 month ago	Rating
WHERE YOU ARE Where do I set my feet and rest my tired head? Words go half-spoken when they are waiting to be said, the words of truth and lies and children's sweet lullabies chasing fireflies. Where does the time go? Bless your soul; I will never know. Close... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
nights silience Where does my mind go as I slip out of my body to watch myself sleep, only to dream of a new day? Everything stands still, and I can hear my thoughts of nothingness inside the night's silence. I want to dance inside of the moon's light. I want to... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
CLOSED EYES I close my eyes only to watch the fire and not to dream I sleep with my hands over my heart, not knowing if I will get a fresh start in the morning. What is the taste that lingers on my tongue when I hear the voices that I can not explain while... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
DREAMS What are these colorful, vivid dreams that I have been having the last couple of nights? The same dreams have awakened me from a deep slumber inside this reality. The only question I have but can not find the answer to is I am going mad. These... – *by mad hippie poet*	89 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
HOW MANY LOVERS What thoughts are running through my head how many lovers were inside of my bed how many were just dreams, leaving me with no satisfaction and this never-ending erection my teenage confession looking at the cover of 1974 Playboy magazine, I... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
MY OWN HEAVEN What makes a crusader a crusader heroes are not born but made why did you choose to make me what parts are you planning to use build a bomb, light the burning fuse leave me alone why make your holy war my fight I want to be able to rest my... – *by mad hippie poet*	2 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
FALLING STAR I walk through the fire to dance the dance of all dances with the burning flame. I do not wear a government name, for I'm not from here and can never be the same as you. Ride the Dragon Tail will tell my own tale, with a monkey riding my broken... – *by mad hippie poet*	1 View added 1 month ago	Rating
WHERE DO YOU FIND YOUR RELIGION There is a thought inside my tired head: if it could speak, it would decide if it was strong or weak. If it could only talk about things that would be said with every blink of an eye, it would start to undress itself and let the confessions begin,... – *by mad hippie poet*	86 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
ASKING FOR DIRECTIONS Hey, Mister, hey Miss, can you tell me how to get to heaven? I need to go back home. The universe says I can no longer be alone, but my question, I oppose to you, is precisely what is heaven? What is hell? The ad I read in the Sunday newspaper does... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
OCEAN My head seems to be an ocean of thoughts with the water running still; give me some action, give me some love, let me count the wishes of the stars up... – *by mad hippie poet*	126 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
QUESTIONS Something is everything, and everything is nothing. I sit here in silence, watching my beautiful mind standing still. Voices are calling, throwing their stones, but they do not live in this house alone. They think they have all the answers, but... – *by mad hippie poet*	76 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
bring me home Bring me home, sing me a sweet child lullaby to send a smile to my face, bring me home, for I no longer belong here, bring me home to the place I was born, for I have more lessons to learn and bridges to burn to get me home for if this dream I can... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
WINGS The night is bright, so I. break off some wings to fly away. There is too much being said inside everything that I see telling me to travel the open sea born in May i feel like nonmember rain staining the church windows glass. Nothing lasts forever... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
HAUNTING DREAMS You come to my dreams to tell me stories of our beloved past. Why is it always at night? Why can not it be during the day when I can hear the sound of your many voices and laughter that reminds me of a lunatic? You hide in the shadows of time,... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
THERE IS A LOOK There is a look hidden deep within my eyes that I never understood. It spoke of a legend and not this simple man. I never died where I stood; perfect is not perfect. There is evil inside of the good and a little light inside of the hell, and I... – *by mad hippie poet*	2 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
STRANGER I am getting old, but the story has not yet begun to be told. I hold my glass of whiskey and bite my tongue. My tales of heaven, hell, angels, and gods are slowly becoming undone. I light the candle only to watch the wick burn, realizing I have much... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
BEEN I have been standing on this ocean for so many years, never going anywhere and not giving a single care. I have this half-broken body. I got this life of many lives as a token. Still, most importantly, I made my peace, so this story I no longer need... – *by mad hippie poet*	0 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
WISHING I sit all day looking through the night, lighting the evening sky. Everything is coming as I gave up wishing on the stars because they are closer than they appear. Looking back at me, all I can do is stare into the sun, asking myself how long I have... – *by mad hippie poet*	1 View added 2 months ago	Rating
SKIES The gates are closed, and the skies are open, with words half spoken. Why was I sent here again looking for the beginning to the end? They say I'm crazy because I talk about the truth and see the root of their lies and the color of their eyes. ... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
LOOKING FOR The stars fill the sky as the wishes constantly ask themselves a question: but why, my dear child? All the things that you're searching for are inside, and the wishes that you may wish need to be thrown to the waste side. The sun does not always... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
MANY WILL COME Many will come down with their tattered wings and sing their songs. With my song, we will combine to make a beautiful opera. No longer feeling like strangers, we will fight the good fight, turning on the light to open their eyes and stepping out of... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
LITTLE SECRET Memories are falling to pieces, and they do not seem the same anymore; they are closed doors that neither of us can return to. I tried to go to a happy place only if the ashes did not cover the ground and the lonely dove singing its song was the... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
SOUL SURFING At exactly midnight, my soul goes surfing, riding the waves of my past lives. For my body is only a buried shell, but my soul has seen both heaven and hell, and they are both make-believe. My heart has seen hatred, but by love, it was relieved. ... – *by mad hippie poet*	73 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
IT SUCKS GETTING OLD Here I sit, almost 50, waiting for prune juice and a rocking chair. I do not want my family putting me in a damn nursing home with others like me with fading tattoos playing a game of guessing what it was and pulling each other fingers to see if we... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 3 months ago	Rating
IF If you stand in one place for too long, you may drown. If you walk too long, are you walking to get somewhere? Are you truly listening to every sound that runs against sound? Do you hear the birds cry and the angels sing when you are born? You have... – *by mad hippie poet*	65 Views added 3 months ago	Rating
SEARCHING You look but do not find your search, yet you are blind, for you do not know what you're looking for. You touch but do not feel. What is fake? What is real Standing in the doorway, how things look so vividly different than your dream, how the... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 3 months ago	Rating
KNOWING I saw everything, yet I saw nothing, wanting anything that was not meant for me. I opened and closed my eyes a million times, knowing and not knowing what it would be that I would see. Hearing the words, are you afraid of the dark or the light? Do... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 3 months ago	Rating
SILIENCE IS NOT EMPTY The cup is neither empty nor full, yet I feel something pull. I remember everything, yet I do not remember anything as I saw the flashing rainbow colors of light filling the sky and heard the cries of the angels singing their song. How long was I... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 3 months ago	Rating
SHOPPING SPREE Every tuesday and Thursday, they come in like clockwork with their walkers and wheelchairs, hair coming out of their ears. And liver spots on their hands, you can play on them to connect the dots. They come in for their fix-a-dent and prune juice... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 4 months ago	Rating
FREE I freed my mind from the ties that bind my eyes, which are starting to open slowly. No longer am I blind, no longer do I need to hold my breath asking in my silence, is this life because I have known death? What do I know? Being anything comes... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 4 months ago	Rating
WHAT DO I FEEL What is this? I am thankfully thoughtless; I paid my dues without knowing the cost would come through someday. I was not born yesterday, but over the night, I was born today; some might think it strange, but don't you say who I am when I'm not... – *by mad hippie poet*	1 View added 5 months ago	Rating
hidden How can you live inside of anger when hidden is love in a different message? You can say I'm living in sin with the devil's grin upon my face. I have been scratching and clawing to get out of this place, but maybe here's where I need to be to, at... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
FORGIVE YOURSELF Forgive me, holy powers, for I know and do not know. If and when I sinned, my prayers were sent but never answered. I guess they got lost in the winter wind. I forgive and forget, but I still greatly regret needing to speak to one of you. I am... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 5 months ago	Rating