Hurting
I believe poems can touch the parts mere words cannot reach. Please feel free to print it if you like it.
ticking over
as the clock of lfe ticks love remains a deep emotion time is always an answer my eternity beyond love a standing monument to time upon the shingles on the shore staring at the dead remains of once a beautiful life even in shells holding beau
Still Care
Young was being alive Middle age was being somewhere Older is trying to survive And God I pray you still care Gone is the world that was suppose to last forever Noticed it missing in the twinkling of an eye Didn't know there would be a date i
Homesick
A wee homesick moment and feeling alone.
my funny valentine
sung to the tune 'my funny valentine' ...sorry, couldn't get the song outta' my head....maybe now I have exorcised it, or made it even worse!
IF ONLY I COULD
When I come to think of things around me that needs my attention but I can't have possible answers...
Too Blue To Cry
listed this poem as sadness but there needs to be a choice that says the blues you can sing out the blues sadness is related to depression I'm not depress just have the blues
Come Back Here With Me
About being with someone who constantly disappears within their own mind. They're there and yet not there.
THE FINAL REALIZATION
I have written this poem as an old man who is not happy with the way he has lived his life and now he wants to apologize for the wrong things he has done...
Never Know
Beeping Alerts All kinds of sounds. No one knows what is going on around you. Some are sick. Some are real ill. Some just need a x-ray a pill. Looking around Praying for relief to all those that are here. For God hears their cry.
you are just a dream...
oohh you are now just a dream..that is a truth..!
HIS THRILL
Having to resist my love Having to pretend I’m dead Having to not feel, when all I do is feel Are you doing the same thing? Or, is your life the way it was meant to be? Your way…. Is your indifference real; was your love ever real? Or, was it
unseen eyes / hurt
hurt im hurt im lost in real life im dead but im alive doing the best i know how to do hurt im hurt im lost in dreams a shining star below the rest falling from one to the next hurt im hurt im lost in space have you seen my tears my unseen eyes my sa
Can't Take You Down With Me
Written about the thoughts I went through when I went through a breakdown during my mid 20's.
Gentle Summer Rain Art
She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain before the time they met - her steps commence. She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, her love turned t
The Poet Weeps
a poem I wrote years ago
It hurts me so much..
It hurts me so much too see Abandoned animals on streets It hurts me too much too See them without defend, With their eyes full of tears Little puppies,move their tails Looking to you and beging you With their eyes to take the home Or
A Glimpse in the Mirror
Isnt life just grand
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
Loneliness
Oh, the loneliness of a double bed for one I toss and turn and roll about but sleep won´t come Perhaps a pill, or a cup of tea? at four o clock or at three? I stretch out my hand but there´s nobody there just oceans of clean white sheeting Bl
In defiance .,I refuse to give this a name.
I wrote this poem to describe my frustration with the governmental system if you will;of this great country in which I live and of the world as a whole. We are born;given a number;assessed on how much we will earn in our lifetime;then the central bank takes a loan out against the figure and we are forced to pay it back through the federal income tax;of which not one penny goes to run the country. Therefore at a time of my own personal trials and tribulations of which I give thanks;for the fact that suffering stretches your tolerance levels and teaches you and makes you stronger;in this time as at many times before not being able to see the end in sight and feeling frustrated and hopeless I wrote these words.
Pointless
I go out Monday nights when bars are empty. I long for a connection but nothing happens People are at home, holding a babies, watching telly, or writing stuff like this
Hate your God
Its a murky evening here,everything is in ashes The birds are silent,the water is dumb The soil is barren,the crops are cropsless. The sky is dark,the stars are wide a far The pool is sinking,the thirsty town is drowning The people are rustic,
...she is no more...
...yes she is no more...its a fact..
Becoz of You
This is a sad peom of someone who truly broke my heart
strike three
just a game of fun..
My Song
I love This song.. so I translate it.
ALL I HAVE LEFT
i bring this to everyones attention cause i do not want this to happen to anyone else
Alive or just breathing?
It was an irony but in real I have a lot of questions for those who believe they are not vulnerable......
Separation
People worship god. I worship this separation from you. It is worth Haj to a hundred Meccas, This separation from you. People say I am as brilliant as the sun, They say I am famous. What a fire it has lit in me, This separation from you.
the fragrance after the rain
i guess 4 yrs in a 10yr prison sentance ,my childhood girlfriend dump me and i just started writing poems etc
This Blue Train
When it just gets do hard to see the light through the seams of this life. Written during a dark moment In my life.
A Note to Princesses
One of the many poems inspired by that which I cannot have.
Harsh Reality
And there he sits. No entry allowed. He is stone, no chips. Don't cross that line. You'll not find anything it's closed and barren. How he came to be I don't know. But the stillness it affects me so. I stiffen at the thought of his touch.
Who is Woman?
Who is Woman? She is the one Who created the men With so much pain. Who is Woman? She is the one Who loves us now and then, But gets no love in return. Who is Woman? She is the one Who takes so much burden But gets no apprecition.
feelin' 'round
everybody has da blues ;-)
i hurt
i do hurt i hurt every day
All Because of You
The hate I'm feeling now Won't be healed overnight Can't think of any way You'll ever make things right You think that you're so wise So tell me what to do You have nothing to say now This is all because of you When
God left us
just very disappointed in people and our reality
The Night of Sorrows
Either this sorrowful night is long Or my songs are interminable. This dreadful night does not end, Nor do my songs cease. How deep are these lakes? No one has measured them. But they do not swell up in the rains, Nor dry up in drought.
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
Fragile.
My first poem that anyone else saw; turned it in 8th grade English and got an award. :)