My Prayer
I was feeling depressed when I wrote this poem. I am tired of being cheated and left alone whenever I need someone the most. it's My prayer and my only hope.
The Gallows of my Heart
I wrote this poem 6 years ago, when my life was a bit of a mess :) Things are great now and my writings happier!
In time - I'll sing
I am in NO way in a depressive or suicidal state of mind. Just the words that flowed to my fingers.
Despair ~Loneliness in the Crowd!
Hmm! What can I say! Wept not for the day.
The Land of Enchantment!
Indian hunter's paradise and a future mine dream of mine!
Secret of the Rose
For many years the only way I let my feelings out was writing, but nobody ever read it. I didn't believe enough in myself. Things sure have changed :)
Lands Forgotten
Little children in lands forgotten Hungry and alone are they Little children of lands forgotten Envy to survive for one more night and one more day Little eyes see the heartache Little hands that have no toys with which to play Little hope t
The Prisoner
nothing to say
messing with tiger
Just to escape.ANd mixed thoughts and feelings on people known and gone.
"Never Ending Rejection"
I dont know what it is about me Seems like every girl in the world trys to avoid me I try to be patient but my patience is killin me These girls only care about looks and not who i intend to be Its like chains on my feet preventing me to be f
The unstable
Betrayals, lies, back-stabbed and stripped of pride..situations with no cause of action yet I'm stuck focusing on why..allow me to try closing my eyes in hope of sleep...lost in slumber thoughts too deep...this void we call a soul...always open never
The game
Life and times far from company of freedom.
Pale Sea
I have had a bad day.
beautiful life
just life
Strange, is it not?
Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through Not one returns to tell us of the Road, Which to discover we must travel too. -- Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare; To-morrow's Silence, Tri
THE BOTTOM LINE
Just the 'Truth'... tw-4/1/18
sandprints
Sand prints x Footprints in the sand.. Leading us by hand.. To a future clear and bright... Where harmony is our sight... Children who suffer, will play again... In green grass meadows, Every now an then... The shore is coming in..
God Knows
About loss and self denial....
ADOLESCENCE (A Sad Story)
written by a sixteen year old before committing suicide
Faces of Stone
Surrounded and yet alone in a world among faces of stone Some happy, some sad I consider myself of how chastened and bitter I have carved out of my own, an image I do not condone for fear of love may set me free of the self-made chain
Real... Fake
mirrored images which one is me i can not find. Distorted images her and there wandering where reality is. Is it in front or b e h i n d me. Distorted images in my mind which one is me i can not find. Faces going to and fro laughter
Rocks cliff edge
First poem i wrote in long while.. hope you enjoy..
Misunderstood
In a crowded room full of people I stand laughing among them Yet I am all alone Thoughtful and pleasing No hesitation in giving Yet misunderstood Remembered for all that is done Appreciated for that received And forgotten quickly As if a sha
The one beside me
I was feeling really sad and disappointed I thought that maybe I had found a wonderful person who liked me After realizing what a fraud he was I felt ashamed for being so naive But I learned a valuable lesson Which was to always make sure the person your interested is single And don't take someones flirting too serious as they could just be playing with your feelings
The Definition Of Insanity - 06/18/19
I am the definition of insanity My Love for you keeps throwing me into the flames yet I keep running back into your arms, hoping something has changed .... Nothing Ever Changes, We continue to run around in this endless circle, Me: Lost & Confu
The Sojourner.
This poem is entirely about tons of sad life experiences. You can inbox me If there is really something you want to know about it personally
Just Part Of The Crowd
Hello friends and strangers Been a long time since we met Hello friends and strangers How many memories did we forget Now when we hear laughter It doesn't sound near as loud I use to be part of the family Now I'm just part of the crowd Oh
Poetry Town
Driving down poet avenue I'm looking for rhyme street It always feels like deja vu Except this time the rain is turning to sleet I slip and slide around every turn I'm stuck in poetry town In my rearview mirror there is concern For it looks
The asent of man. A riddle What points in history am I refering to. overall also
This is a riddle can you tell me the events is history and the over all theme that I refer to in this riddle?
I Don't Understand
I don't understand how to be rich I don't understand being poor But I understand being sad There's nothing to explore I can't explore today I can't explore tomorrow A dreamer who never found the way To leave behind sorrow Only the birds h
No place
Wandering and Lost
Lost
I wrote this about 5 years ago when I was feeling extremely lonely. I was being torn inside whilst writing it, cried and felt the anguish of loneliness as it revealed itself. It took many months to finalise it and I felt better when it was all over, as if some of this pain was alleviated.
Not Everyone Can Be King
You say you'll never find fortune never have fame And you're getting too old for world acclaim If money fell from the sky but you know that's a lie What all tomorrows bring not everyone can be king As you are dreaming of the ocean waves Ther
Lonely Always Gets Left There
Lord I don't have talent and I don't have money I don't have connections to get me somewhere I don't have a girl to call me honey I don't have a wife to come home to The songs I write are all just lonely And lonely always gets left there I
SADNESS IN POETRY
Happy/Sad. It's all in a word.
THE BATTLE
From my youth I've tried to understand us Earthlings and our thought processes. But most times I feel I'm about the only one who gives a damn. Just can't find my Tribe.
Hollow den
It is about loneliness and feelings one must endure because of it.
My Nights
My feelings on lonely nights...
xmas where are you
Is it that time of year With lots of cheer We wish you a merry xmas The cries ring out Music plays we wish a merry xmas I dont feel happy i feel sad Gone is santa his present un opened Lies where it was a decade ago How the spirit broken
Oh Lonely
Oh lonely you have hurt me way too many years Oh lonely why do you hate me I wish you would just disappear It seems my prayin' never gets through Cause every night and day Lonely I'm still stuck with you I watch tv them my eyes get tired a
wound
to those of sad selfishness the great tragedy may be your fear of exposure of wounds that never heal allowing no possibility for another beating so long have you worn masks so long have you etched them falsely on your own heart would you con
People become cheaper,
People become cheaper, things rise in price … Just without spirituality in the world prospers. Duck of a lip, "selfie" with the naked back … There would be finance … Kindness is