Admonition
Admonition
sad poam
"Read me what was written by this young man recklessly exposed to the incident and was with him and remained his mother, Kathy, is alive and wrote the poem Here, ... EPCOT will not cry
After The Fireworks
After the Fireworks, The smoke of sadness lingers, haunting. The acrid taste of regret.. The Mindless explosions, Harsh words, aflame, blazing into angry detonation, Banging loudly into the blackened night. Though gone in passing, s
TITANIC
Here on the ocean bed I lie, where no ray of light can probe my iron bones. Cold and hard, the sand feels nice, though far less so than the well-heeled shoes that paced my decks before I brought so many wearers to this end.
Gratitude
This poem is about the longings we all have as human beings, and the way that they are perennial throughout our lives
What I See
(Fear) Is just a word, it means nothing. (Evil) Is just an expression of what I'm saying. (Torment) Is just something I'm hiding. (Figure of speech) Depends what I am saying. (Truth) If only your believing. (Honor) Is the ground for which I am standi
Busy
There was a time when she could not get her fill Those phone calls were ever such a thrill Now even though he still paid the bill Talking to him was like taking a pill To make those calls she had not the will Once he was her turtle dove She p
THE FINAL REALIZATION
I have written this poem as an old man who is not happy with the way he has lived his life and now he wants to apologize for the wrong things he has done...
I AM LOST
i am in pain and lost
i can be found
In the shaky silence I can be found Trying to find my way out of this maze of neverending darkness On the cold hard ground I can be found beating at the chains that hold me down In my mind I can be found fighting with deamons of my past
FRANK WENT MISSING AT KILLBEG POINT .
I would like this one to be put to music...is there any takers out there.
Sitting on the Highway
Sitting on the highway in a broken car wondering where you are How it all just came to be how the loss of you damaged me Are you crying saddened tears in heaven do you think of our love and how i been are your dreams to be seen my friend lov
SOS
POEMS COME FROM DEEP INSIDE U. HOW TO EXPLAIN ,THE REASONS U FELT WRITING IT . I ALWAYS FIND THEM AFTERWARDS.
To the memories of Me And You !
And I still beleive In You and Me Call me Crazy Sew me Cuz I Feel !! I still beleive Cuz that part of you never left me alone And I Go everywhere tryin to let go You keep on coming back like never before I thought i would cry my tears
Breaking Point
Why must I do those things, When I have everything, Why would I break a rule, When it is uncalled fore, Why do I always make the wrong decision, When all I have to do I keep to myself, Why does it happen like that, Where did things go wrong.
aashiq
it,s voice of my heart
Shock To The System
Arthritis pain that cripples me at times.
Why Ask
Why ask about the condition of fakirs like us? We are water, separated from its river, Emerged from a tear, Melancholy, distressed. Of course I knew that a painting is just A whimsy of colors- But when I entered the emporium of love, I
you are just a dream...
oohh you are now just a dream..that is a truth..!
NUMB-SKULL
i'm sharing my pain of so much heartbreak....for me to reach out equals another mistake,to be a sad poet is so much fun!my words hurt others and i don't even know it.
Shodows
You see a show through the widow to the world. Do you know what it is? Do you know who it is? Is it someone out there for you or is it a stranger waiting for you in the dark ready to pounce? For you must look and see. Yet the sha
Tainted
My neighbours boy .........
Sea Change
need to get back in the ocean ha ha
PAIN
For pain is all i feel from knee to toe. Discomfort in all i do the pain is all the way through. Each day i try to ignore it you see but life is not that way for me. Just close your eyes and let the pain out and let it be free. Just
To write a rhyme
If you wonder Do you plunder? There is time In your prime And only stress In your depress So take the time To write a rhyme At very best You may impress Author Jason (Coolcat 1974)
Unforgettable
a poem for my mother who was taken far too soon
Heartaches Call
Sorrow's grasp has squeezed my heart in unrelenting measure, along with pain it eats my soul destroying any pleasure. It convolutes my view of all and decimates my being irradicating common sense im blind to any seeing........ of life or l
only i can smile...
my bad dreams..
no glory just words
emotions the motion to create mt lonely poem and express what i believe is important and needed to have happiness.Did not edit should have been better in hurry apologies all you hard critics.
Separation,You Are King
Let us speak of separation, Separation is king. A body that does not feel separation, Is dead body. We are all born in the house of separation, We are children of separation, We receive it, we swallow it, We are on this earth to bear it.
A Borrowed Song
Give me, O Lord A few more songs. My fire is dying, Give me a spark. At a very young age I exhausted every sorrow. For my youth Give me a fresh pain. Give me a song, like youth itself, Beautiful, magical. Like the redness of a rising d
Open Wound
I know it may seem scattered, but it came out of me in a very dark time of my life. Im a musician and so I have now turned it into a song, I hope it may bring someone some comfort for wherever they maybe at.
Behind My Eyes
Behind my eyes, what will you find Behind my eyes, what's in my heart Behind my eyes, what's on my mind Behind my eyes, you will see Behind my eyes, the fire that rages with in me Behind my eyes, ever longing to be free Behind my eyes, all I am
A Walk On A Moonlit Night
If I walk on a moonlit night, My shadow walks beside me, O my life. Moonlight hides in every lane, Which lane should I take? O my life. The night-scents are vigilant, And the wind is soothing, O my life. I am ignorant about these
YOU
Very upset at the time!!!!!!
Crippled man
The bum filthy, crippled shirt and pants grimy. takes His place on the street. cries out for help to all those around. To put money in his little wood box. He pisses me off. This crippled bum. And His will to go on. Look at Him! he doe
tyranny
Tell me why, I have to be a demons slave? i"m not going to die, I, am a god I'm going to live on. In my eyes you'll see the horrors of souls who have waivered. denied by me there rights, I am hate, and my fortress is strong When the n
HIS CHILDREN
it is all about my adopted children they are medically fragile both of them are victim of drugs and alcohol and one of them was physically abused by the biological mother's boyfriend' one of them,we had him since one month old, the other one was seventeenth month and the other one was only eighteen month