If I Were A Rich Man
They can stare with an evil look animosity Staying mad cause of who I would like to see That's ok anyway they turn their head But if I were a rich man nothing would be said They seem to be jealous want to keep my age safe and sound It's a mys
Rest Home Dilemma
A lonely old man In his rocking chair. He just rocks And he goes nowhere. He'll look at you With a glassy stare. The sight of him Is hard to bear. He lost his love Of many years. His bloodshot eyes Are filled with tears. He hardly knows
THE RHINO
ITS SO SAD TO SEE THEM DISAPPEAR AND IM CRYING AS I WRITE THIS POEM!
Baring My Soul
just wrote this. done it off my phone so i hope it reads ok
A PHONE CALL
Its about two girl friends , who shared their life, and separated after one's marriage....
On The Other Side
The evening view reflects a part of me Somewhere ins
Road
Life is just persuing dream, Process is just the result
natures coil
the moon changing colors in the darkness an eagle in the eye of a bird taking flight a spiders desire to string its home a rainbow in the mist of a waterfall soft touch of a butterfly's landing being crushed by a horses gallop a squirels nut j
The Clouds
I wrote this one 12-28-2021. I wrote and rewrote this in a few different ways just because I liked the stanza part (And now we're here, Dig...) Allow yourself to perceive what the song means on your own accord of thought.
Still..
memories of lost love..
Funeral
I have always hated to go to a funeral...a soul that has left this world
Alone
Your solitary begins when you hold the hand of the one who doesnt know
ALONE VS LONELY
You can be alone but not lonely You can be lonely but not alone Being both is not a fun place to be I know because been there you see There are days that the pain is deep Wanting something that I can’t see Wondering just what it would take T
how it feels like being homeless
my life being homeless on the good side i don't drink or do drug's i want a life for me but it hurt's when the others that do bad make's us fall down from other's who frown upon this behavior
Depressed!
i am ok! but i have had my bout. many continue to be in this state continually.
GOOD BYE TO YOU
Learning to love myself
SADNESS IN POETRY
Happy/Sad. It's all in a word.
Daddy
I'm sure it was for the best for me but this is how I feel sometimes
Penniless Bench
Reflective of many , old and downtrodden folks who have once served in wartime only to be left behind by an ungrateful nation. Sad but all too true.....
Little Lies
Every now and then as I pass by my jewelry box I stop and remove my wedding rings from their velvety home and put them where they use to live. And for one moment I close the world off and remember how I use to feel. Then reality returns once more as the moment passes.
Dead love
My heart is getting cold, My tongue taste very bitter, How can I feel love? When I'm empty inside. Truth to be told, Hard to keep happiness, I cannot smile or cry, When love is just a dream. Living Like a movie, Neither romance nor a sto
Something is Amiss at Poets Corner
Read into this what ever one would like too. It is yours. Your imagination.
Words
My Aunt was the first one to teach me about unconditional love. She said no matter if it be good or bad love one another forever. I Love all of you my poet family. You mean the world to me. Thank you. Peace & Hugz, Pink.
SAVE ME II
The initial write was 5+ years ago, did some tweaking since...
an inappropriate love
should one express their feelings? shall I lay my heart out bare? to one I'm not permitted to cherish is it wrong to say I care? I wish to only share my leaning yet my emotion's danger fraught how may I speak the words of meaning? a constant
Alone
Alone she roams can't bare to go home
Emptiness
Can one feel emptiness within? No emotions or thoughts just nothing! This is my life story, I have been so lonely. You touch where it hurt the most, Loneliness is my lover's lust, A burden in my heart I carry, You said it's only temporary.
The Man With The Broken Heart
The man with the broken heart He doesn't know what to do And with no one to pray for him That's why he feels so blue He tries to hide the hurt but they see him Do they think that sadness is a work of art There's no one in his shoes to be him
Hurled Words
Your words like stormy pebbles hurled at me cross my other cheek pierce my side ‘til no longer a doubting Thomas am I. Darts fly. Bleeding from the wounds inflicted by nails driven into flesh, hands stuck in odd repose ask, [i
Trying Not To Cry
...And she came dancing From the cupboard, shattered dreams Biggest eyes, brightest smile Brushing dust away Remnants of domesticity She danced, She twirled Before my eyes In the air Notes A duet for Mother and child Cascading down, fill
Abilty
Do you have the abilty to answer the question that has not been spoken do you have the abilty to see deep within the eyes of a heart that shines though the eyes of hope
Pitiful, Beautiful
Long nights and bright days we were an accident waiting to happen you never ceased to amaze such lust to be gotten So I got you, you got me Never really having each other There is no room for us three True love does not smother
Faith
10/05/2014
The Feelings of Today
I feel sadness, sorrow, and tears in the depth of my soul today. The emptiness and loneliness of my feelings today makes me feel kind of hurt. Perhaps it is because I hurt someone who had feelings for me. I felt overwhelm by the sight of one wo
The lone Poetic voice.
As a lone voice in the wilderness and deemed as unpatriotic to criticize the political war Lords, whose driving force is the weaponry of war supported by propaganda of mis-information, our hands are awash with blood.
it
"It" means him. It all left me bruised and out of breath. Like the screaming kiss of death... Watch out for all the Scammers! Be Safe. Blessings & Hugz, Pink.
a sad poem.
I felt like writing in this mood at the time. Maybe it says words which others might find difficult to express...and anyway life is a lot of everything. hugs all.
I Remember not the Cause of My Joy…
The cause of joy must have been the poet's dearest friend, a buddy, a soulmate, a beloved, to whom bidding farewell could have produced a great stress and depression, so abysmally deep that he does not even remember who or what the cause of his broken spirit is. His poetry is permeated with the deepest melancholy, despondency, depressed state, and thoughts of death. Here are links to his poem Memento Mori - the poem itself with English translation (which is not mine) and a video with the recital of the poem. Thank you very much for your interest. This blessed Corner brings world poetry to the attention of audience prepared to read, listen and enjoy it! http://courses.washington.edu/dtcg/texts/data/tg/memento_mori.html https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=16DIrXXYqcM
INVISIBLE
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
TRUTH
Just some observations stemming from what I witness....... TRUTH...others will feel not so much! Added verse 7/26/17 I referenced to Rap before, (Oh well)
The Island
Everyday I search this deserted island in hopes that I find another person to share this lonely existence with, but all I end up with is the same endless solitude. Sometimes I have visions in my sleep of the one who will find me and free me f
The forgotten
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