Sleepless
This is the first of many, you tell me what it about
The Dawn of Day
I wrote this one for my late husband that passed away from cancer he is forever lover and never forgoten
A Glimpse in the Mirror
Isnt life just grand
WHAT WOULD IT BE LIKE.
WHAT WOULD IT BE LIKE THAT GIRL THAT CAN DANCE,CHEER, ACT AND SING. THAT GIRL THATS NOT SCARED OF ANYTING. THAT GIRL THAT EVERYONE WNATS TO BE AROUND. THAT GIRL THAT SEEMS TOO BE PERFECT, AND NO ONE EVER LETS HER DO
Change
The belife that change is coming The hope that a new beginning is near She fell... And she fell Rock bottom she hit Hopes gone Dreaming never agin It failed her, one time to many
Pain
Her cries awaken me Stripping me of her hope The anger takes over Filling me with her darkness Horrific The screams The pain that is brought should be heard... Nevermore never again But again Her cries awaken me I wish I wish
my saddest moment
I volunteered to serve my country but I never knew what would be stopping in a desert town I shot a little girl down. Running toward us as fast as she could to beg any food that she could. We were to wary of what she could carry, for some us
to Allanaq of Altus
This poem is basically about two people who have both endured abusive lives, where one tries to reach another and express love, but cannot reach through the others pain to help them.
The Cost
I wrote this in approx 2min on very little sleep it was just bouncing around in my brain.
Now
what i do now wander from room to room sink from drink to drink think from then to now what i do now TV on laughing out loud pretending everything is alright what i do now word games like scrabble making words with no meaning company
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Crying in the night Exlpoiting those people It's taken me aback Relaizing those dreams were crushed And I crushed them Now Im paying And hoping or wishing It would be different Though it will never change
Them
The idea of love excited them Enthralled them Young love, how beautiful Somehow love turned it's back The hurtful words along with the bruises It scarred them forevemore Yet they were connected with an unexplicable force I sometimes won
NO ONE KNOWS
NO ONE KNOWS NO ONE KNOWS WHAT I GO THROUGH. THEY DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO RUN IN MY SHOES. IF THEY WERE ME ONLY FOR A SECOND THEY WOULDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO. NO ONE KNOWS HOW I FEEL DEEP DOWN INSIDE. NO ONE WILL E
3 POEMS ALL THOSE YEARS ANOTHER LIE & LETTING GO
_( ALL THOSE YEARS)_ I SPENT SO MUCH TIME WORRING ABOUT THE PAST. AND ALL THE THINGS THAT NEVER LAST. LIFE COMES AT YOU WAY TO FAST. IVE WASTED SO MUCH TIME TRYING TO HIDE FROM LIFE. IVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO KNOW THAT EVERYTHINGS
Road Up (Translation)
Written by a young lady Oksana, in her language, my translation for her.
Fast Forward, Play
The weather has changed from blue sky to cold steel rain much like the rain falling upon the plains of Spain, or so I've heard, and so my mind wanders back to this poem from 2004. That was a very different time for me than now. People talk about baggage but I don't get baggage, I get fish hooks and they are much more difficult to get rid of...you can toss baggage relatively easy compared to fish hooks. They hurt going in but it's ten times worse when you pull them out. I had a lot of fish hooks in my hide and it took a long time to remove them but I did it. I don't have baggage, just scars. I like scars. Scars are honest...baggage is just creepy. Who knows what is in a dark, dank baggage? You might not know how a scar was made on a person, but you can see that it must have hurt and that it has healed. I'll let you see my scars if you let me see yours.
Question
At a time when I was feeling low and the emotions close to the surface
Alone with the rage of age
Coming to terms with the fact your mind and thoughts never age the way your body does.Still think the same as I did at 30,then I look in the mirror and see my 67 years
Temptation of life
Just a short poem
Must I ?
I was divorcing an abusive husband and I felt as trapped by our legal system and the wait required by our law, as I had ever felt trapped by him. I had to accept it though as I could not change the law. Acceptance came at a hard price.
The Ex
I know that we are over but I just wanted to say I gave my heart to you and you threw it away. I thought that you were wild and I knew that you were bold but how could I know your secrets? when I was never told. How could you look me in
The hardest thing I have ever done
This happened many moons ago and my son is now a father of 2 teenage children himself. For some reason unknown I started to think about what happened and needed to write some thing.Maybe about laying ghosts to rest.
Tears
Tears stream down her face, she is lonely, she wants who she can't have, she understands why, he is harmful, not only to himself...but to her and her future as well, tears stream down her face, she loves a man, that will only bring her tears.
So I wrote a poem...
I wrote this and it would be interesting to know if anyone could figure out what this is about. It's only maybe 3 poems I've ever written. I apologize for the elementary rhyming scheme. Nor do I know what kind it is.
ALONE
what it would feel like3 to be alone
Ever Memorable Star !
to michale jackson
AIRPORT AND ME
AIRPORT AND ME PEOPLE LIKE TO TRAVEL ALL AROUND THE WORLD TO SEE NEW PLACE, NEW PEOPLE BUT WHEN YOU MET AND LOVE SOMEBODY IN ANOTHER PLACE AND YOU HAVE TO LEAVE HIM TEARS AND SADNESS IS WITH ME SANDESS
Casualty
i was just having one of those days where nothing seems to go right no matter how hard you. One of those days where everyones suddenly had "great" advice and it all went in one ear in out the other. lol
Again
Finally I understand... I am not searching for a man, just looking for a future, where one may be part of it.
For a star who fell-Michael Jackson
A poem for a star who fell too soon but who let many beautiful songs behind him
hope about future..
human life in this earth is not predictable. happening strange things evry day..
Blah4
Shes so beautiful and strong but she just doesn't see it Hoping her dreams and reality will one day see eye to eye Sadly her life is like a puzzle, nothing seems to fit Her smiles portray a happy girl in love, no one would've guessed That every
plato's touch
Plato’s Touch So close,so distant Her mesmerizing eyes opaque windows Too frosted for love To find a way in Or out Windows looking into a tormented soul Rocked about in a raging storm My few moments with you have beenValhalla A short I
Be My Dove
Lonelines is a state of mind we all at some time battle to overcome
why did she kill that child..?
a true experience from a hospital...
Change
The sun it sets on an idle day, and wonders why it rose; a fruitless day of doubts and hate, of friends who turn to foes. As the petals shrivel on the rose, they wonder why they bloom; for the beauty grants the spring it's step but winter d
Digression
Depression
lifes too short to be alone
i write
Why?
I wrote this poem to my daughter who went through and bad time.
The Sea of no return
DAY DREAMING AGAIN
In the silence
Alone... I wait For him to arrieve... For him to answer. Silently... I wait For him to touch... For him to whisper. But the silence is deafening. But the loneliness is consuming. But the longing is all emcompassing. So... I wait N
see within
Begin with the skin The skin we walk in The skin we talk in The skin we breathe in We begin with the sin Peel it back, see within The skin.