Homeless
I wrote this on a cold wet night, the rain was lashing off the window. I was thinking what the poor people roaming the streets were going through
The Lonely Man
this poem was written when i was a deep state of depression. I am sure people with depression can relate well with the word i say
Love's Body
There you were Asking my forgiveness And I couldn't think Couldn't even breathe The air so thick With emotions I didn't realize I could feel There you were Your outstretched hand Like a brush with reality I was unprepared to feel Thr
missing pieces
we were born alone, and some of us die alone, no friends no family.many of us turn to love or companionship wanting to be hold, to be touch, the feeling of someone near how i wish you were there.
Ever Patient
My eyes still wildly haunted Your flagrant deceit savagely flaunted You sit and watch, observe and learn Denying the peace I achingly yearn How do I get back what was once mine? What gave you the right to cross that line I sit and wait for my
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.
Not The Smart Man
Not the smart man I couldn't win But I could pretend She walked close to me Holding my hand tenderly There must have been A thousand ways for us to begin Remembering her lips her eyes her hair Looking back must be a sin Yesterday is a
I Think It's Time
I Think It's Time Do you know who this is? Not the person that you'd expected, after all these years that has gone by, never question you, and now I think it's time, never really knew why you said good-bye, just knew you wanted me out of your life,
No Man Is An Island
No man is an island That's what they say Seems I've been stranded here forever and a day A place where friday never came And no story can be written About a man with no name The sunset looks like an echo upon the waves No one can hear me
Struggle in society
Pretty self explainatory
In Retrospect
Don't ask me what those dreams mean For yesterday has breathed its last And I have come away with a dignified grace Only half deserved as I imagine the past In retrospect I suppose I might have understood What others expected to see What is
mariamarcela
i wrote it quickly for girl who asked me why her poems scared me . I think the poems people write sometimes tell you a lot about ther personality
The Witness
My bleeding heart never runs dry, but the more I try to patch the wound the worse it gets, and the harder it is to forget. Forget the terror in the eyes of those whose peers have denied them justice. Forget the tremble in the voice of those
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.
Random rainfall
I have had SUCH a time trying to put those accents on, only to be defeated at the title.
Out of Time
Death comes too fast.
The Land of Enchantment!
Indian hunter's paradise and a future mine dream of mine!
Years Left Behind
Spending days wasting time Spending years left behind I could never catch the train And I allways missed the plane I guess that lonely should have been my name Another quiet evening for me to dine Spending years left behind Dreams have
24 hours
Just thinking about the many ways of communication and when you are missing someone!!
Equalibrium
Something I wrote a few months back about having Bipolar 2. It ain't fun. But I'm proud of how this turned out (I normally just write song lyrics, not plain ol' poetry) Hope you guys like it :D
Always bade me 'good bye'
The very day I was born,the morning bade me 'good by' Till then I am in complete darkness The very day I was thirsty,the wide sea shore off from me Till then I am quenching my thirst with unlimited dew-mist The very day I went to the playground
She Is
She's like a window Whose panes reveal A hollow soul She's like an open book Whose pages express all But no one cares to look She is resistant Yet a fragile leaf That could crumble in the sun She is in total control Though a shadow O
Memories
Not all memories are good
A Time in my life ( not a poem)
Goodbye for now until we meet again my friends...hopefully in a few months!
These words.
I poem written during the happiest and saddest time in my life....I was so happy, but yet so sad for I was happy and yet was missing something...to this day I do not understand what or why...
To Heather.
I have had to cut shoprt this poem because of the character limitation, shall post the later seperately, perhaps because of its longevity, I should not have embarked, but ask for your indulgence;
as sad as darkness
poison my blood cut my heart burn it into crud take my life i am my own suicide burning away forever into night and gray take my friends take my family to then the world wont be so cruel im as sad as darkness my soul is now sparkles
The Mirror
Sometimes as we get older and look in the mirror we think is that me?
Set Me Free
I can't believe what I am seeing Ego burned into my eyes You say that love is in the making All I hear is a bevy of lies A twist of shadows hidden in truth A host of apathy as your proof Bring me to the slaughter house I've begged you so many
Ode on Melancholy
No,no,go not to Lethe,neither twist Wolf's-bane,tight-rooted,for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd By nightshade,ruby grape of Proserpine; Make not your rosary of yew-berries, Nor let the beetle,nor the death-moth be
Behind the curtain.
It is about someone in crisis within themselves, and pretending to everyone that they are okay.
An Angel without Wings
Just another time in the past, when it seems we can be there for anyone else and all of their needs. But when we look at ourselves, we seem lost.
My promise
just feeling really depressed right now
Wrong Life
i wrote this poem after visiting an old gent when delivering christmas food parcels his story was is my poem as best as i could tell it
Oh, False You
Are you going to stand? Like the man you say you are? Or are you gonna run Like an athlete from Jamaica? Sweet like sugar she was to you Easy like pie, She thought you a dream come true But You lied when you said Your love will never die
Homeless again
The city is Phoenix, Arizona.
THE DAY AFTER
SOMETIMES WE WANT SOMETHING SO BAD BUT WE NEVER LOOK AT THE WHOLE PICTURE.
Envious tears
We all from time to time wish we were free from our lifes ties.
Putrid Soul
You putrid soul, you poor excuse for a humanbeing Who gives people the right to spout such hateful sayings Are they that ignorent to not know what they are doing Or do they not care for this heart they are scaring My tears mean nothing to them, m
Sad and happy
One day I was sad and I went to bed because I wanted to stay sad for the day, I didnt go to work and I lost pay. I rang up sick and they said it was okay, Yes it is okay to be sad If you stay sad tho that is bad. For you , Talk and
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.
Plummeting
Wait a little Thou art stumbling It is a dark, cold place Where I am standing Senseless the apparitions Of strangers come and gone How they speak to me This is not where you belong Fear the angel Whose breath falls upon darkened wings W