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It breaks my heart to see all the violence and hatred going on in the world today. The young children won't reach their16birthdays if we as a whole don't come together and try to find a way to reach and save the children. We must choose Jesus first!!! God bless!!!
The doubts of worth reach down deep inside, The knife to twist and slide, Your soul it darkness and clouds, Veiling with it's insidious shroud, Turns your mind to thoughts of longing, Dreams of perhaps one day belonging, Your cries for help are
what i was feeling about the time
This poem is about apartheid,
I worked in Zambia for 6 weeks. The only things I took back to the UK were the clothes I wore. Many people have helped but not enough. I came home knowing that the Colonial days were much better for the people. Today we see the wars that I saw in the eyes of a child's desperation. My guess is that the boy is dead. in 1980 men lived to an average age of 35.........He would be about 41 Wars rage all over Africa. I did little more than write a poem
This was a moment where I had people try to "help me" when I was down one day. But sometimes help is never exactly what it seems... These are the words that never had a chance to dance on my tongue in an attempt to paint the picture of my dismay.
Lying in bed at the day's final hour, I am troubled by the solitude in which I once found comfort. The sense of security that I once felt has dissipated to reveal a desperation unlike any other. As I close my eyes, I await sweet slumber and the fre
If a petal, was a portal, going back in time... If a leaf, was undoing, a really stupid choice... If a stem, was the words, im truly deeply sorry... Then I'd give you a flower, so you could forgive me.
Not my poem but it's how i feel right now.
The pain is in me The pain will not leave me The pain is all I feel in me Cut out my heart Cut out my emotions Cut out my pain Only in darkness do i find peace Only in darkness can I escape Only if this darkness could stay Cut out
In a cold house often filled with sadness empty bottle phone rings
Your solitary begins when you hold the hand of the one who doesnt know
The volume of alone is turned up to sad Treble and bass are the company I have The balance is right and the balance is wrong The station is weak I barely hear the song No static it is quiet just like the tone The balance is right The balance
fresh grave in late autumn fresh flowers empty road long deep ruts snowing broken heart
I tried so hard. I tried my best. I gave you my all, And now there's nothing left. You stole my heart, Then tore it in two. Now I'm falling apart, And don't know what to do. Divided by decisions, Burned by the fire. Confused by your wor
I must be on a one way street there's no people to meet I look behind me no one in sight Guess I'm headed to lonelyville I think I'll be there tonight The speed zone is slow and alone Not a stop sign do I see no off road to the left or right
When I was young I didn't know I was thirty Time wouldn't talk to me and I couldn't tell But time told me when I was sixty Time became a friend late in my life And this time I hope that time Tells me to do the things that are right Bitter s
Lately in the neighborhood there have been a lot of hints Some make me sad so I hope this will be a last reply Ponder melancholy like leaning my heart against a picket fence No explanation why this is turning into the long goodbye Just the f
Tell me what would you do if you knew that I was would you scream would you shout would you hurt me inside I am broken outside all that you will see is a sad tired lonely smile as I pack my bags to go to another place
About a friend who suffers silently.
I took my phone and rang today To see how your time goes A dead tone is all I received Just why, nobody knows. Had you just changed your number Or forgot to charge your phone Or maybe it was broken Which is why I got that tone I went aro
Marble eye of granite stone Engrained features Vains in stone She Stands aloft On pyramides high Gazes down On commers low Deathly gaze Set in stone For once Was a block of stone Now carve A body for all to see Imortalized Now set
its about my mother the way she raised me up. she was a single mother but she took no none sense. when i am not in a good mood i always remember her. i wish she leaved longer to see me growing.
Oh how its left me My jingle-jangled poetry How it’s run its tired course Words that drove me with such pulsating force Cruelly left the words I knew Left alone those words so true Scratched, etched and pat, patted away Renderings of a naked
[ IV ] Pale moon I share my thoughts, with my beloved moon, Alike a breath of wind, with silver leaves, Who twists thy dreams, so soon… And drops of sorrow, beneath the sleeves Still trembling, in the night, amidst the
It was just one of those days, so i wrote it
It is hard to watch a friend walking the path of a fragmented mind while sitting here on this beach of sorrow gazing out onto a sea of my tears watching someone who has become more than a friend walk the path alone
You don't get paid for broken dreams You don't find your way alone Life is filled with many things And chances come and go and gone Some get the brass ring Some grab the bull by the horn Life is filled with many things And they start on the
Incomplete Scattered at best She always looked to be coming apart at the seams Easily confused An advantage for those in her company She muddled through Floating from day to day Without direction While her fabric frayed Her true being escape
I never knew what to say Being close to her took the words away Just to look at her put me under a spell I hope she could tell what was in my heart A sad story I'll admit And one I cannot forget She never knew how fast I fell I hope she coul
I don't know the situation I don't think I can I don't know the situation Yes it's way out of my hands She walks around with a ring on her finger so she never thinks about me Why should I let these feelings of her linger She has become a woman
In a little town this side of nowhere And across the county line there still aint no hope For happiness with someone to marry And I didn't even mail the last letter I wrote Around here it still looks like nineteen sixty And pot holes go on for
Why I can not tell you how I feel why stand in front of you I lack my words maybe I'm scared that you won't understand me and your words "It's nonsense" frighten me. So I enclose my thoughts and I have a dialogue internal myself And you'l
It was a long way to nowhere As I traveled on the trail of years It wasn't much of a road map That got me here And now my conversations are the ones I write down Maybe if I had been an Indian I could be on a reservation But as it is I'm nowh
Where shall I go How will I know Where is the place I'm alive Where do I roam Where is my home When will I arrive Where are my friends Where does the music blend Where are the tears that let me know I can cry Where is destiny without
I guess it's knowing what you are doing and why that's a good thing. I still hope unrealistically that someone would pass my test and be strong enough to stay. But then I would have to let them.
Hush little baby don't you cry.....my mom used to sing and I always wondered why shouldn't I cry when I feel I need to? Kids cry when they fall and need mommy to kiss it better....youngsters cry over heartaches or losing a dear friend....Grown-ups cr
Before there was stress there was being young Before there was stress there was being alive Before there was stress I was me Now I'm just someone trying to survive Before there was stress there was a view Before there was stress the colors adj
Did you narrowly escape the day Did the stress almost get you Did the memories catch you And the worries I bet you Were right on your heels They got there so quickly right along with the bills Did you take time to pray Did you narrowly escap
Just part of life that I need to express.
A wife who loses her husband is called a widow, a husband who loses his wife is called a widower, a child who loses his parents is called an orphan. There is no words for a parents who loses their child, that's how awful the loss is. A tribute for every mother who lost their child.
I've got a house but Lord if I had a home I've got a car and Lord if I had a passenger I wouldn't drive alone And every day the early morning sunrise Is waiting for me to begin Out of bed and my knees sorely bend And for an hour I listen to
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