In Honor Of A Fallen Fellow Officer
This was written this morning and placed on my boss's desk to help bring him some comfort in the loss of one of our fellow deputies.
Hate is for Hate
Hate is for hate There's no give and take It's mean as a snake And just as hard to shake Hate is a fake No love will it take No deal can you make Except drown it in a lake Hate is for hate It never shows up late The only truth ab
Friend
What is to give light must endure burning
At the WAKE
This is the final product this is a work in progress a sketch hear the music see the people dancing swirling and feel the sound of their stomping feet Rhythems and songs that can only happen the other side of the wake.
Inconsolable
Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's poem "The Sleeper," from which I borrowed the first line.
bus hits mountain bike- ouch
The day of my accident which did happen ouch those busses do hurt like hell 31 04 20011 at 11 45 this is a true story i live to tell the tale
Hope
Have you ever felt the solitude That the darkness of life can bring Where black an grays are only rude An no sunlight can ever get in T'is a place where negativity thrives An hope is too far away Has shattered many lives Never too see anothe
Lost love
I will not stand in this place and cry You are not here, you only passed by I shall not look for you in the setting sun That is only where our love begun I no longer look along the lonely shore It’s only the place that our love did soar I will
I Know
Mine isn’t the age for romance, This I know, this I know, this I know. I should be sitting, cuddling grandchild, Mine isn’t the age for romance. Mine isn’t the age for big love, This I know, this I know, this I know. Shouldn’t be looking, str
Grandma
My grandma passed back in July 2008.. I was very close to her and I wrote two poems for her funeral. I didn't read this one although I still like it.
Sister
In loving memory of my beautiful sister
This Is Me
Everything I need to move forward in life is denied me because I wasn`t born rich, nor am related to rich, nor auditioned for American Idol or America`s Top Model (And I don`t even like modeling), but the point is, I keep asking, I try to be cheerful, but when I hear no, we can`t help you, my self esteem plummets. When I hear "Oh your a musician?" No, not really. I can`t afford a keyboard, song writing equipt, or even have a place I can sing... When I`m told, I`m great with kids...all I can do is cry because I lost my son, and I can`t afford to have any children now, and never will. What I want, what I dream for, what I bleed and cry for...doesn`t matter.
freedom?
my life's over it's like it never begun I ain't havin' no more fun no field green of clover she left me I'm here, just left all alone as if the sun never shone don't feel so free what to do now? can't walk, just where do I step? can't t
no reason
there's a blanket of flowers around my love's grave left by all the kind people whose love could not save the sweetest of souls now my heart's grown cold so I stumble away tears blinding my sight I recall all the times that we laughed togethe
halls that burst to flame
this poem is based on the incidents where people who are in danger of there lifes of the hazard of fire the halls of flame which i wrote i try to capture what it could feel like to be stuck within your own home,the walls you feel safe between can be your undoing i also try the capture the bravery in which the young mans life was safed and those who battle the flames are heros to be looked up to i hope my poem is a thought processing one and hope to make people aware of the dangers of fire the mental effects i tried to protray can be read in the poem try to vision yourself in danger of a situation like this and how you could cope i hope you at least enjoy the poem... regards shane aka scarwolf
i apologize, i'm a new man: poem by ~free cee!~
IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IS ABOUT THEN I WROTE IT FOR NOTHING
maybe if you'd open your EYES by ~free cee!~
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN BECAUSE DAVID BERKOWITZ INSTRUCTED THAT I MUST
Dear Momma
wrote this poem when it seemed I couldn't take anymore of this world...why are so many people fake?
THAT WHICH I REQUIRE IS DIRE by ~free cee!~
a lovely Brit told me today is my birthday so i had to be nice after reading something under a poem i posted about two hours ago, so by now it should be on page 27....the only trouble is yesterday was my birthday, so i needn't be nice today...fret not, a lot more of my anger will be fueld by anxst creeated by contemptable people like most of youi, who propogate more disappointment than successes, because that's what you people do when you give false hope to the hopeless! see you people are limiting my arrogance! ~free!~
Saviours in the midst
To all the rescue teams from all over the world!~!!!!!~!~!~!! and my beautiful friends at CS thankyou for your emails, Im sorry cant be on line too long, and to all the special givers of prayers all over the world, to all friends and family, and all that I have never known.... WE thankyou.. "GodZone Loves you" NZ... WE Bless you.. Love Always Soph XXXXXXXXX
The Final Meeting Place of a Drunk Drive
Hope this inspires others to think and drive not the other thing.
answer the last query
i felt in a horrible mood all day today and that's what came out
Rocking Chair
My grandfather died of a tumor when I was three and I wish every day that I could have meet him, for everyone say's I am just like him.
CAUGHT BETWEEN A KNOCK AND A HARD FACE by ~free!~
ACTUALLY I BEGAN ASKING THAT LAST QUESTION FOR AT LEAST TEN YEARS...THE WAY I ALSO WANT TO KNOW WHAT A PERSON WHO WAS BORN BLIND DREAMS ABOUT?
MOM
THINKING OF MY MOM SHE IS THE BEST.
Annoyance
About my ex, who left some things of his I`ve just never gotten rid of. Not really sure, I just keep putting it off...and when something little and insignificant happens, like a belch...or a fart LOL we blame him for it, even knowing he`s gone. Written 1-30-11
Grey and Read
For some reason memories of my uncle's funeral came to me. Perhaps the winter blues...perhaps the fond memories while he lived... I don't know. It was a numb and blurry time.
the dream
A dream gained and lost, all at once. The grief remains I wasn't going to post this, but realised I had written this to share, not to keep
For I Will Not Leave This House
The most terrible of goodbyes. This is an implicit poem for a friend Steven after a personal tragedy. His younger sister was lost at sea and never recovered. This is for both of them and about both of them I guess.
Curse and Blessing
Sickness and Death are part of Life. Our humanity is what makes humans so unique.
My Husband.....
My husband was a wonderful man and a good provider and father. He was smart, handsome, and loving and kind. He was a gentle man who never raised his voice.He was my best friend, my lover.... he was a little league coach, both for our son and d
enmity with god
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/enmity http://www.iranhumanrights.org/2010/12/executions-of-two-prisoners-at-evin-prison/
The Wanderer
i heard a few years ago about a homeless person who froze to death alongside a railway track, and this is what i wrote about it.
Sighs Of Deliverance
I wrote this to express my feelings about mourning.
No title
Another poem by Russian poetess Marina Tsvetaeva.
The Fight In Me
My beautiful Mitzi (my cat) passed away last week after fifteen wonderful years togeather.
not enough roses for lily
dedicated to all the women struggling with cancer are whos died of cancer remember there's always someone that cares
Dad , The House is Empty
We've moved out of the house where Dad past away ..and it's hard as hell to leave this place !! even the THINGS can say goodbye !!
Death
Eh, saw a poem thing, so thought i'd post this, from high school, not my best but if this gets remarks maybe more will come
When.....
will you???
i just found out
this poem is dedicated to Eric, R.I.P.