Monsoon
Life is a drop of pain softened by the monsoon rain My heart is heavy as the rain in the clouds… the winds detach the flowers from every mourning tree The gloomy clouds on a monsoon night… The sky seems so far in the darkest blue.. Neither
Rocks cliff edge
First poem i wrote in long while.. hope you enjoy..
just want too tell a story
About a man name FRED but now he is dead
Nelson, a Man
sat and thought, "what does this guy mean to me?",
The Last Poem I'm Writing For Awhile
I hope that this get's your attention But who am I to fight for it? I've sung almost every word I've ever written But never made it back out of the pit. Limbless I'm still crawling towards the answer But I'm constantly distracted by the canc
Tears and Prayers
Finally last night after tears and prayers I resolved an emotional issue which I ignored and denied for two years.
When Tears Dare Fall
I pray a lot and at times cry...not a lot...but just so I can purge the undesirable out...I prefer doing this over indulging in pointless arguments or making others feel guilty when I don't get what I want...
A Sonnet to a battered wife.
Oh! how much is not our business when it really ought to be, lip service a cunning tool that we apply.
The one beside me
I was feeling really sad and disappointed I thought that maybe I had found a wonderful person who liked me After realizing what a fraud he was I felt ashamed for being so naive But I learned a valuable lesson Which was to always make sure the person your interested is single And don't take someones flirting too serious as they could just be playing with your feelings
Winter is right around the coner
It's coming again I can feel summer ending My heart is aching It's coming again I can feel the sadness sending What is it saying ? The messaging is quite clear That I will spend lots of time alone No one to kiss under the Mistletoe Agai
¤-~S O L I T U D E~-¤
this poem is all about myself :)
Whispers
Separate No Equal some feel that is the way it is suppose to be. How can you say that to me. For did God make you the judge and the jury. How can you decide that for all that you see. For if you do not open your eyes to see the sutt
We met today
Today I saw you but you never knew my name We both felt a connection, but then we left alone We shared a laugh, a moment the same I looked into your eyes and took that image home An unexpected random meeting I will not see you again How cruel
Somewhere Between The Lies
I went out last night and seen something that brought this poem to my mind. It has given much to think about. I was married a long time. It seems some think cheating does not hurt anyone. I was shocked at how some parade their cheating around. Do they use a parade of lies to justify it?
God Knows
About loss and self denial....
To....Long....
at the doctors office
Girl Rising
To live under oppression is terrible watching every word you utter never quite sure what sets him off what he laughs at one day, the next a flying fist smashes you to the floor Always fearful, guts in a spin of tension listening at night for
sandprints
Sand prints x Footprints in the sand.. Leading us by hand.. To a future clear and bright... Where harmony is our sight... Children who suffer, will play again... In green grass meadows, Every now an then... The shore is coming in..
bitter glory
Bitter glory... Even though ive firmly believed Ive been so hurt And brutally decieved... How can I trust? In love not lust! To guide me through this journey Of biterness and glory. I just want to be apart.. Of a beautiful story. Can
GOOD RIDDANCE
A friend suggested I change the title from "Black Mood". Thanks Morgen
RETURN OF MY BEST FRIEND
For years you held me close I got no breathing space at all I finally ran away from your zone Only for you to find me again This time I am afraid I will not survive you So What do I do? I am so very sure I have not the strength To fight or h
Faces of Stone
Surrounded and yet alone in a world among faces of stone Some happy, some sad I consider myself of how chastened and bitter I have carved out of my own, an image I do not condone for fear of love may set me free of the self-made chain
Another slant to Faces of Stone
Just a different slant upon the same poem. It doesn't matter what people think of it honestly.
On The Other Side
The evening view reflects a part of me Somewhere ins
ADOLESCENCE (A Sad Story)
written by a sixteen year old before committing suicide
Check box
This is most of experiences with on-line dating. This is male oriented only because I date men. I know men have the same experiences. Never lie, decent people will not give you a chance once you have lied.
Blue Train
tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face... unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence... i watch the blue fog slowly move in, penetrating each and every glance of mine eye... i watch the blue train slowly pass by ~ soon
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
Crazy, Wrong, Incredibly Exciting and Quilty
Crazy cause we are so different You are steel and I am air This is something we should prevent I will hurt persons I love, I fear Wrong because we are unequal You have found the Lord I have not The moment is in my head like a sequel So much
Broken Mirror
You say you love me You say you care But whenever I need you You're never there There to wipe away my tears There to wash away all my fears No, you leave me cold Never there to keep me warm You say I make you complete You say I'm the onl
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.
hurt
heavy cool pallor over this room air fearfully still yet windows...wide open you came and you went as you had a mind to but this time your leaving ...has left us without you hopin' rainbows of angels are watchin' our baby and that she's
world of words
this is not a poem about scammers its about how others expect blind trust. only a fool trust in human kind blindly.
beautiful life
just life
Strange, is it not?
Strange, is it not? that of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through Not one returns to tell us of the Road, Which to discover we must travel too. -- Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare; To-morrow's Silence, Tri
I Am Dead Inside My Sorrow
I see the fire. I am the flames. I am hurting. Within the inside. Next to which rests with the dead. I do not linger. Even to point one finger. I swallowed my pain. I am the nail in the cross. I take. I break. For y
Grave Which Lies Hidden
Chained before the change, I am absorbed into the shade of faint. Painted to last by portrait, pictured to the brush. I hang by the flames of my frame. Morning to dawn, savage is the start of another brutal day.
Dag Of Nag
Deur vensters met krake. Staar ek harteloos in die ruimte. Regtig verlore. Alleen onder die maanlig. Alleen tweetalig. Alleen. Die spieel hang skeef in die gang. Ek kan myself nie seen nie. Die spieel is omgedraai. Dit is nag. Maar dit is d
I Love You Babes
I miss you babes - When I am home - Surrounded by you crafts - Mr Dingles is sitting on my lap - Favourably the skeleton scarecrow - Which stalks you strawberry supply - I miss the chocolate mouse, with the dark flavours, you so gently spooned
Giving In To The Gray
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair. ~William Blake~
Bitterness of Poverty
I saw while sight seeing Ho Chi Minh City at night; when there's less traffic; an old lady on the side of the road with tears running down her face. In her arms a bundle faintly crying. I imagine if that was me and my mother and an uncontrollable sadness came over me. So I gave her $10, which means food for her and her baby for at least a day. The next night I saw I same lady at the same place and again I gave her $10. The third night I saw her again, still crying and so was the bundle, this time as I got closer I realized that the infant under her arm was actually a toy! I was fooled.