Glowing
I seem to write poetry when things are rough! Like my car needing a new clutch!
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
"TRICIA"
an appropriate poem for my mum whose belief in the lord helped her through her darkest hours. R.I.P Tricia 21/4/1932-24/12/2007
Temptation of life
Just a short poem
Loneliness
Loneliness is silence in its loudest form; it lives in your head and your heart Loneliness sits alone, it eats alone and sleeps alone Loneliness is that thing that tears at your soul; it’s the heart beat of sadness Loneliness is fueled by rejectio
TIME
just thinking
JOHNS PRAYER
the words for me say it all............i would like to thank evey one for there comments .john
Last Wish
true life
What Is Sorrow?
What is sorrow? It's waiting outside in the rain for someone who won't show. It's being unable to finally let go. What is sorrow? It's a life that remains untouched by the beauty of love. It's the lack of strength to rise above. What is s
RON r.i.p 8.27.10.
today my friend died 8.27.10 RON r.i.p
see me i am in here
a story in the denver post today.be careful when driving your cars are lethal weapons
lost before found
“You can not lose something you never had!” I think on this and feel so bad. To lose something before you start, Is hard to take upon my heart. This is not new, it is old hat, It’s all because, of all that Happened before, you were here, In yo
Does It Matter?
I wrote this poem when I was feeling very lonely and feeling like why does life matter.
LONELY
I have a friend by the name Lonely .Lonely is there when my day begins,And yes Lonely is there when it ends.You see Lonely understands me.Lonely knows when to wipe my tears,Lonely knows all my fears.When I think I'm up Lonely is there to bring me ba
Overcoming Depression
dedicated to those who are dealing with depression
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
The Intimacy of Emotion
Thought I'd give this a try.. Let me know what you all think
A cloud
Just my current mood
stabbed
I was reluctant to give you a hug because i knew it was a smug after work you said you'd be home but instead you decide to rome in my back you stuck a lie when you put your arms around me and huged me goodbye
the name you can trust
we are helpless to find our end..
Ode to my kin
Three little names etched in my skin, three little girls they be my kin, going 6 years I have not seen thee, brings me pain hurt & misery. First of the litter her heart is bitter, hates me so she says, then number 2 how I love you, my heart breaks e
Help
I'll help you out i'll help you out i wont let you drown from within i'll help you back to these muddy shores for your heaven is to far to swim
MORNING
I was listening to some old Harry Chapin tracks on you tube and i was moved to write this... it a mash up of feelings i felt from hearing such songs as 'W.O.L.D', 'Circles', 'Taxi' and 'A better place to be'...Listening to Chapin always stirs my emotions up, as i think of the problems of life in these times.
"Hand by Hand"
I wrote for my friend who demanded to write.
Crazy One Among Us
Confused and haunted and in a "crazy" place at the time I wrote this.
nightmare
everything was like a dream come true, then one day everything was so blue. no one expected, no one even thought, the worst was about to happen. it happened so suddenly, and yet you fought so stubbornly. we all wanted you to stay, but your bod
When The Years Are Upon You
When the years are upon you And your friends are all gone Then you know the meaning of being alone When the years are upon you And you go through town You get a feeling you don't live there that you're just hanging around So in which direct
Sad Tears
Sad,sad tears. So many of them. Too many of them. I see too much. I know too much. I feel so much. And your still not here. To kiss my sad tears. To kiss my pain. To share the burden, That one such as I, Must carry. Alone I keep,
DOWN AND OUT
i like to write about my observations.. In this case the hardship of people living on the streets
My Nights
My feelings on lonely nights...
Tide In Tide Out/ Missed
My rewrite version of a " A Rivers Song by "William Randolph Hearst For those now missing in our lives, we are all a part of each other
LOVE UNENDING
Sadness sometimes overcomes me
Between The Lines
Here I go, at it again, but next time who knows when? And this one could be the last of all, with all the things I can do, none more important than when I do them for you, to do my best is my test, something I think I have failed again, to many thoug
Since Sandy Hook...the dead pile up
this is not a complete list of all the gun deaths since the sandy hook tragedy...and gun violence was much worse during this time span two years ago. for practical purposes, all the weaponry one should actually need in our nation is a shotgun and a single shot rifle...if they should need any at all (in my humble opinion).
Time to say goodbye and hitch a ride...
I no longer seek them... I have now found them... Deep down inside searching who I am...Nothing really matter anymore of who I am... Life goes on when I am gone...Think happy thoughts here when I am gone... This is the time when the clock hits twelve
Feelings
Was watching a sad movie and one of the actors name was teardrop
THE TESTIMONY OF A CHILD/CHOOSE JESUS FIRST
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!!!
who i am
this is an old one...but it is my writing and of course i love it
the end
Feeling it loom Impending doom Holding Not knowing Controlling By molding The shaming, maiming the blaming Life shadow is waning See future fading Cursed burden containing Close more comes Filling the heart disablin
Been There
I left my heart back there a good ways away, haven't felt that tingle in a very long while. Tired of looking for that special one, I know he's out there somewhere just not close or either I would feel a tingle when he walked close by. My heart has b
A real friend
talking with A very real friend
Dreadful Morning
I admit, not a poem for everyone, but hey, this is me...brutally honest