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 Light
The light...a reflective look on the past and hope to share with others that things can and do get better
Take me Back in Time
Social Media, Cell phones, and Technology has made this generation less in touch with Humanity.
DOWN AND OUT
i like to write about my observations.. In this case the hardship of people living on the streets
123 human - danube3135
a few words from depth of my heart
Hearts Throb
About a friend who suffers silently.
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
Come Back Here With Me
About being with someone who constantly disappears within their own mind. They're there and yet not there.
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.
The Lonely Forcefield Of Life
The lonely forcefield of life I'm trapped and who has the key No way to break free If you love one another Talk to one another Surely this is what you believe But there's no one to talk to And no one to walk with I guess only the Lord's c
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
Alone
Here I set alone in wonder see the lighting hear the thunder listing to the raindrops fall in the darkness of my hall. So I scurry off to my room feeling all the sadness and glum. Hoping that there is a way to make it to another day. So now I lie me
Fade away
lonely boy
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
MY MAMA MADE ME
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.
Repose
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
Me and My Pain
From the series I named: Me and My Pain - a translation from our Georgian poetess. Oh, please, don't fall a prey to too much sadness contained. Cheer up!
set in stone
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
Offline people in real life
technology has connected the World and disconnected all the humans
untitled
Who cares, who wonders who wishes away the days, what will be done in different ways, How fear of loss creeps through the mind, until the day you cannot find. I'd never wish a life be born, the trouble brought by meaningful scorn, what di
Trust
I haven't told you a lie Yet you continue to spy I don't know why I thought it would be you and me Now I see that might not ever be You will never trust me I'm sorry that you got hurt I'm not the one who hurt you Why should I pay the p
Lost
Feeling tired, a bit lost and somewhat confused.... just thoughts...
Lost Soul
Dear lost shattered soul You float around this world carrying a heavy load Not knowing where you ought to go. You seem not to fit anywhere Like a square peg in a round hole You’re weary and dark Your light faded long ago You’ve searched for
Dieing With Out A broken Heart ..
A love that never grows a feeling that never shows a place where the sun never shines a love that should be mine but will never be a game of chess that no one wins we will never be back here again closing the door with out a key running thru life w
A loving pain ...
This poem is giving an idea what it feels like to love someone so much and knowing they are in love with someone else...
Doris Lessing 1919-2013 (A tribute)
A tribute to the lady who wrote the famous 'The Golden Notebook' She left her family to for her work. Novelist,poet and writer. Footnote : I really don't know who she is or read any of her books. Just read the papers and when I was reading her story, felt compelled inside of me to write this, a sudden impulses and here it is with its full force. Maybe its the magic of her aura or the mystic kinship from one writer to another. . . All I can say is while writing this, tears flow so I think she must be special.
Loneliness
when relationship folded and left to ones own devices your mind becomes distorted and the edge of despair floats in and memories you had hidden surface and make their way into your mind.
Questioning
Questioning ones own actions on past events some of us blame themselves and yet the answer might lay elsewhere.
a souring
you have no clue what I’m thinking, girl you speak to me of your ideal world our passage of time is fast growing short with every utter you may retort I set you straight, you start to scream you'll soon awaken from this dream abiding you
Through the eyes of a child........
I picked some pretty flowers to take home to mum I got soaked with April showers never knew how fast I could run. Mum put them in her bestest vase then gave me a big hug and told me I was the sweetest child she ever knew, I was so smug.
Story of a Tragic Ending
This was one of the most painful nights of my life, i had to put this down on paper not that i could ever forget it, but because i survived it.
The City
One of the first poems I wrote.
The Awakening
Not one of my best, but it gets the job done. Venting thoughts.
A girl on an Isle
I met a girl she lives on an isle I have to tell you she is certainly wild A man had hurt her and wounded her bad It made her unhappy and that made me sad I cant believe but its easy to see how much harm is inflicted by thee when
Return of the shadow
The shadows of darkness have covered my heart trying to live each day with a piece of me that has been torn apart. Waking every morning with no desire to see the next day having my coffee and cigarette with nothing pleasant to say. Pushing th
we are all unique
I have been so blessed but sometimes I feel so cursed so many girls seem to like me but some are the very worse Some have loved me deeply but some have been so hurt that is why im feeling at times it is a curse Some say its my sign or in
SPENT
SPENT ALL MY LIFE IN THIS DAZE WISHING ALL MY TROUBLES AWAY. WISHING WAITING THINKING OF SOMETHING TO SAY. BUT IN THE MORNING TIME WE COULD BE JUST FINE. STAY A LITTLE WHILE ,IT COULD BE ALRIGHT, SPENT ALL MY LIFE IN THIS DAZE.SAME FACES SURROUND
TEARS OF MY SOLE
THANKS FOR READING
tears
Lonley tears I do weep, wishing I could find the one I seek. My heart crys,leaving my soul alone to die. My soul wishing to make my heart whole, leaving my sprit in dispare. I stare at the stars surounding lonley moon feeling all this gloom. No frien
Through Her Eyes....
You look back on all the years, of heartache and the pain, Why someone would do that to you, screaming out in vain, Through all the years of loving him and laughing along the way, I loved him with all my heart until that final day, He never saw
Mommy and Daddy....
Mommy and daddy what have you done, What have you done to your first-born son? Screaming and crying please help me now, You were suppose to protect me wasn’t that your vow, Sleepless nights caused by terror and shame, You should let it go, what?
Alone
Just one of those times when you feel alone,on a low but it soon passes