Today
I've lost a friend and all some so-call friend spoke about was the bad thing and never talk about the caring,kind and loving person she was.
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The Kind of World We Live in
A poetic rendition of the last paragraph of “A Meek One” (A Fantastic Story) by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. Sitting by his wife’s coffin late at night the hero of story is lamenting the death of his wife who had committed suicide for which he is solely to blame. When it dawned upon him that he had made a mess of his marriage it was already too late – no time for making amends and restoring lost confidence. She had suffered enough to come to hate life and made up her mind already. He is left alone with bitter regrets – regrets and loneliness are going to be his sole companions from now on - all through his fault. “ ’People, love one another’ – who said that? Whose commandment is it? The pendulum is clicking unfeelingly, horridly. It’s two in the morning... Now, seriously, they’ll take her away tomorrow, AND WHATEVER SHALL I DO?” – is the question that haunts him, eating him up.
Amnesia in New Jersey
In remembrance of 9/11.
~Vanishing Point~
Death, what we all seem to fear, yet so uncomfortable to talk about it as well. Be it natural cause, suicide or suddenly taken.
Big Wheel Truck
Big wheel truck Rolling down the road Sound of tyres humming Haven't got time to stop 'n sleep A schedule to be keeping Push yourself through the night Awake the pills will keep you Faster now, we're behind Let's reach a hundred 'n thirty
The death of Mr. Jones
despair..
ILLUMINATING
Soul Bleed another past spell
Dearest Jesus...
For My Daddy From your Little Son..xx
The Hardest Thing....
For my gogeous Fiance i lost in April 2010.xxx
There is..
For the Fiance...xxx
Save Your Last Tear For Me
I can't share why I wrote this. Very personal.
i am not worth the ink in my pen
my poem is me feeling very fusterated, a very special lady i know is on her final hours and waiting for sleeping angels to waken and guide her home to heaven, what to write how im feeling right now, but i cant, the words wont come' im a failure... i am stupid.
What is our hope?
What is the hope of man if his years be only 100 Why does he dance with cymbol and tamberine for a life that will fade like the grass He opens his eyes at birth and closes them knowing only the decay of his flesh Why does he sacrifice his l
Angry Words
The angry words spoken are not It is hurt from the heart hidden below The tears that creep into the eyes are not for sorrow Happy joys left from yesterdays Reaching to be touched Confusion and abandonment parlay To not know the end comes what
suffering
we are not well breast cancer has taken another my dear wife's daughter's life has ended ...Addie she lived thirty two years ...and never wasted a moment not even when the darker days threatened did she give up ...nor give an inch an
DAD
well my dad left when i was young and i think alot of people can relate to this, i suppose i wrote this poem to consolidate the occasion to express the feelings with no anger involved :).
Numb
Numb cuts pain, pain covers agony, agony breaks numb Kinda like rock,paper,scissors!
my son
Lost of my son
To my lost soulmate
I am a writer, this was penned one night as i thought about the only girl i truly loved, we were devoted. After finally getting together, we spent one magical day together, the next day i lost her for always and it nearly killed me. 16 years on i still love her as if yesterday. But this poem hides deep dark emotions.
Cascade (Cascade of sad music)
Je me sens perdu dans mes pensées que je ai oublié la tristesse écho des violons de l'automne derrière moi l'étreinte glacée de l'hiver dernier hante ma mémoire comme une douleur engourdissant quand je peux espérer fleurs du printemps Je aurais
Do Poets Ever...
Sleep? Another sleepless night spent ruffling sheets & a poet's mind. Eyes swollen like sponges, head pounding from another night of sleep's betrayal. Do emotions fill every poet's mind when the sun sets? Do thoughts scream in ev
As I walk upon the ground
This was written 9 years ago after visiting my husband grave site.
Today I Saw Death
A person I know was recently told that he had less than a month left to live
No Time
He sits upon the ocean bluff staring out to sea. This old poet of many years lost in memory. He remembers well, when as a lad, his sight was sharp and clear, but now his eyes are dull and sad and wet with salty tears. His body once a scul
Too young............
Too young to understand what life had too offer..............this lass recently took her own life ........she would have been 18 this year
~A spoke on the wheel~
When the hell will you all wake up and see what's right in front of you.....................or are you going to continue to trust the ingredients!I'm telling you, read and research the ingredient's of what you are eating, oh ya it's been approved at 100 parts per million, come on, and you are ok with that! That shit does not have to be in the package! Or tell me that it doe's?
Somewhere after the war in Syria
You were feeling a little tiresome that Saturday afternoon, you're husband suggested a lie down would do you good, joining you with the papers he sat up reading propped up with pillows, while you dozed gently into the feathered down. Someti
Forget me not's
I hope it explains itself....
Rest In Peace LEE KUAN YEW (1923 - 2015)
My regret that i never got a chance to meet him personally. Without his leadership and vision we would never be what we are today Thank you Lee Kuan Yew and his family . Rest In Peace The best Son/Father of this country...Singapore
Transcendence
Well this poem is really carried on it's more llike a mix between a poem and a rap it's about life's troubles and death
A love so tragic
It was summertime in the city james was sick of the innuendos he was lying in his soft bed soft light crept through the window thoughts of Cassandra raced through his head he thought of the love they shared he remembers the joy that once overwh
Open eyes
I JUST WANT TO SAY I ENJOY WRITING THIS WAY AND I AM NOT SUICiDAL!!!! I write how I feel and I often feel like this life ain't real like its a game idk if I stand alone in this matter but i feel this way because of my life experiences let me know what u think
Whenever.........
My ex sister in law passed away the other day ...............she was way to young at 40 RIP .........DEE
For Daddy
My little dog Chloe, sadly died March 1st this year. I had a snip of her hair made into a pendant which I could wear round my neck. We had hope my former partner would be able to visit her before she died. Sadly this was not the case. It's just me and the cat, Oskar, now.
Life Happens
My father accidentally ran my mother over when i was 20 and my brother 18. As we waited for the case to be decided it tore our family apart. My mothers family was extremely upset that me and my brother stuck by our fathers side. After the case was closed we tried to mend fences and now can all sit in the same room and talk.
Miss you
I woke up in tears Theres no way your gonna walk down those stairs Doesn't matter how many prayers I pray Your're in a place where there's no pain I cry so hard that Every part of my body hurts I miss you so much
Sonnet3
Written in memory of my grandmother in 1993.
My Little Raindrops
Take Me Home To Jesus There I Will Be Found
~"The" tilt of the scale~
There's one thing that brings Wee The people to there. Opinionate thought Of the critic In you? A bill that's been passed Was it during your watch? Rights that were bound Constitutionally? Thugs in the life That we want to call ou
If I could
Never take things for granted.