tears in the rain 3
its not 3 poems its 1 i just put it in 3 parts
Gratitude
This poem is about the longings we all have as human beings, and the way that they are perennial throughout our lives
Gratitude
This poem is about the longings we all have as human beings, and the way that they are perennial throughout our lives
Second Chance
This was my first poem, written 7-8 years ago after the break-up of my marriage in 1999 and divorce two years later. It helped me in many ways to move forward with my two sons.
It's Sad
I wrote this on a very sad day and found it yesterday. I don't remember what happened really, but I thought you guys might like it(sad as it is).
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.
Tearful Harmonica
My beautiful friend had 2 favorite harmonica songs...I would play these tunes for her whenever she was down...I still do, only now i play for her while she's on the phone...Never fails to Cheer her up
Melancholy
I don’t feel gloomy I don’t feel joyful I feel melancholy The wind russles the trees The sun shines The porch swing squeeks I don’t feel gloomy I don’t feel joyful I feel melancholy The air is still The sun fades The porch swing is e
The smell of Autumn
The cold autumn breeze blows the rustling leaves. The smell of wood smoke lofting on the breeze. The crisp of the cold chills you to the bone. The candle flickers in jack'O lantern at your neighbors home. Thoughts of a bygone summer fill your m
Flawed Genius - Alex Higgins
He wasn't everyones cup of tea, a flawed genius for sure, but you cannot deny...he changed the face of snooker...
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I could feel a hot one taking me down For a moment, I could feel the force Fainted to the point of tears And you were holding on to make a point What's the point? I'm but a clean man, stable and alone man Make it so I won't have to try
LIFE-HATER
PEOPLE JUST NEED TO STOP HATEIN ON EACH OTHER AND COME TOGETHERAND INJOY LIFE AND STOP ALL THIS KILLING....PEACE BE WITH US ALL
Blue Horizons
I wrote this many, many years ago after going to boot camp in the Army 3 weeks after my 17th birthday at my parents strong urging. Finishing boot camp and in AIT with news that I was going to be stationed in Germany, I felt like a very lost person being jostled through life like a cow through a chute, vowing to do my best but not know nor understanding nor even really hoping for happiness. I was just thinking about my life's journey and remembering some of the beginnings, I thought I'd share.
i don't fit the mold
lost in a dream....a dream of love.(never finished this poem)
Light Is Fading
Most of the poems I write seem quite sad, some even think it may be about myself, the thing is, I see many people and I kind of pick up on how they’re feeling, may not be exact, so I exaggerate a little makes a better poem I think. In this poem I seen a man with his head hung low sitting on the steps of his home, he looked as if the whole world was on his shoulders, and this came to my mind.
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
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
Angel of the night
I see you in my head, writing all the words I haven't read, your words fall like rain, along with your hidden pain. I see your ink turning red, for all the times that you've bled. Through the darkness I heard you call, along with every tear that fall
Sad Tears
Sad,sad tears. So many of them. Too many of them. I see too much. I know too much. I feel so much. And your still not here. To kiss my sad tears. To kiss my pain. To share the burden, That one such as I, Must carry. Alone I keep,
Nothing Important
I wrote this a few years ago, I call it Nothing Important cause many people out there, really think that it's not Important to truly care about how people feel inside and to me, this is quite sad. Thank you for reading, Bunnickula Lee Sindellyse
TAMELESS
I come from a well to do extremely old Spanish family, who constantly pressured me to live up to the family name,,, I moved away from them and made my own money,,, thats what this poem is about
A Full Vessel
When I am too full of angst and thoughts are crowded in my brain I practice “empty the vessel” it is an amusing game. The object of the game is to type just the right words, spew them on the screen and watch how the emotions come in a never-ending s
letting go
it was a small felling i had in myself when i was in a sad stage of my lofe.
For You Bonnie
This poem is for my friend Bonnie She has cancer for the second time and I feel I am going to lose her. I can't bear it.
In Dreams
I wrote this at 18 when I went through a bad breakup
broken heart
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GOOD BYE......
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Mind Story
I wrote a story in my mind to comprehend what I would find, I played it out so I could see, the final outcome, what it might be, But nothing turned out as I planned, now contemplate a foreign land, To leave it all soo far behind, to ease the p
Random rainfall
I have had SUCH a time trying to put those accents on, only to be defeated at the title.
this world\sorrow
without you who am i i need you now just want to die deep inside falling off a little at a time its time for me to give up this fight tonight always wish always dream if you don't love me leave me to die transparent as i am today girl this world of m
broken
memory is all thats left
Homage to 3000000 martyrs
Bangladesh- a name Bangladesh-a darling piece of poetry Bangladesh-a loving mom Caressing her all children From dawn to dusk. And now tears rolling down on her chick Flaring like the dew on tender grass As Pakistan army murdered 3000000 p
A scattered life
You can imagine me a phantom hanging in the shadows you can imagine me a vehicle with disabled parts you can imagine me the sun that's rays is scattered you can imagine me a lonely wanderer surfing the mankind From behind, Being blind.
Threadbare.
a piece of me caught onto you when you told me goodbye. you expected me to stay, then to run right after. full speed ahead, tugging that piece of me; again, you neglected to even notice that I am unraveling, thre
Fragile.
My first poem that anyone else saw; turned it in 8th grade English and got an award. :)
love affair
Polly wanted love so much she saw all the other girls chased by boys smiling..holding hands....kissing (gulp!) folks barely spoke to Polly and especially not boys she crept through life as an embarassment a silent mass of skulking apology her
So suddenly the poetry guru, yes?
Yep. Lengthy. Wordsy. Completely average and unexceptional. I love it. I'm so done. Does anyone else get stupid at 4 in the morning? :)