WHAT IS YOUR HEART TELLING...
its all about our heart. i am not sure ,it is said correctly.. if not i need help.
A Child's Cry
Agony of a child who was left behind by her own mother.
"Open Prose" in abandonment - continued ...
I float and I drift Slowly away disbelief and terror Silently I pray Broken rope trailing through the depths my heart drops today again I wept I drop to my knees and scream clawing at the boards on deck my fingernails rip and they
"Open Prose" in abandonment - 3rd movement
minutes, years, our hour is among us the very repetition of the very moment heart strained to wakening conscienceness. heat shrunken in salt water baptism withered outside to reflect within I question my awareness the colors blen
lost
wondering lost with no direction, with no recognition of my own reflection. Who am i as the drink in my cups hits the bottom talking to myself because no one can relate we all live waiting for one date. I bid farewell to the demons of my past so my r
The Intimacy of Emotion
Thought I'd give this a try.. Let me know what you all think
DISAPPOINTMENT
Feeling down ...to what I dont expect but it happened.
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
Trapped
I have the spirit of a young aboriginal girl in my house ........my ex had the gift to see her occasionally as did my eldest boy........I couldnt find any history on her ......so i play the didgeridoo for her sometimes.......i am not very good at it but give it a go
a truckers emptiness
so many times driving by homes just thinking how these people really don't realize what they have a home and a family wife or husband to come home every night. just all the days of being on the road where truckers don't have any of that. some days it is sooo depressing not having this.
I Wish....
I yearn never to do wrong But am always dancing to the devil's gong I wish i could marry and be a good spouse to truth But my lips are numb and tongue can not bare good fruit I wish i could eat and dine with faithfulness But lust gribs my naked
the rut part 1
The music is soft the lights are low I know not where to go I need inspiration to get me on my way I need it mostly every day I drink my coffee and think some more life can be such a bore yesterday I sat at home wishing it was the next da
journey without end
woke up this morning, at last to open my eyes a moment of epiphany...I now realize I think it is time that I shed this disguise and quit pretending...let my true self arise maybe I'll find myself somewhere down that road unpack my troubles...f
The Blade
the miss use of the tongue is verbal abuse cuts bruises on the skin heal blade of a tongue does not. be kind think of what your saying before you say it.
A life taken to soon
this is about my gorgeous best friend who died in a motorbike accident 2 years ago
not a poem, wolves are among us
Just tired watching people hurt each other, how can any one person take Advantage of someone who is just trying to help them out, saddens my heart.
not a poem, wolves are among us
Just tired watching people hurt each other, how can any one person take Advantage of someone who is just trying to help them out, saddens my heart.
strike three
just a game of fun..
dying breed
have no comment but want too hear yours..
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
nature's example
why isn't just enough isn't just enough.. only the human species is this way have too have more then needed.. such a waste.
These words.
I poem written during the happiest and saddest time in my life....I was so happy, but yet so sad for I was happy and yet was missing something...to this day I do not understand what or why...
Baring My Soul
just wrote this. done it off my phone so i hope it reads ok
Free Spirit
I have heard and seen all that i wish to hear. Wicked World.That is how i view the World today.
Lost
An old man, a lonely man On a park bench he sits The world so strange, so alien One where nothing fits The pigeons round him scurry Pecking at the ground Strangers with faces hard Passing by without a sound Mothers with child in tow No t
Depths of Despair
Wrote this one a few years ago. Everyone sometime in their life hits the depths of despair. Sometimes just a kind word can make all the difference to the person.
man's destruction coming to a planet near you
how can we expect to go to other planets if we can not treat our own planet with care. it is like you destroying or making a mess of your own home and going to your friends home and treating it in the same respect. look at the garbage the astronouts throw out the space shuttle into space and the garbage they have left on the moon and now mars. and who knows what other planets are next in line. for our own greed of satisfaction.
Follow This Step
This poem is about a relationship I had where my partner beat me, burnt me and much more for seven months until I finally left.
Black Dog
I think most people have the Black Dog of depression visit them sometime during their life
closeted crying...a real man's response
I suppose that should anything serious ever happen to his wife, he might blow the house up around them. That'll fix it...
A Shower of Sadness...
The rain shook its hair out Carelessly, Showering my heart with raindrops. Which, As I stood in a doorway Thinking of you, Became Tears. To blinded foot they fell, Streaming out of me into The darkness. Where, Whipped up by the moons refl
I used to have a life
I used to have a life, a life without which seemed to stretch eternally, unendingly until the day it shattered into a million pieces scattered and then I threw it all away into the arms of the awaiting sea And next I threw away the key the p
Moving on
Separation and its effect on you and me and the little ones...
Sometimes I wonder
Is there one just one leftover for me- Is leftovers the best I can think of for me? It's been a long road but I'm still nowhere One day I hope to find someone who cares.
self imprisonment
of late my life feels to be in a drought for your love, I have been too long without it could be from drinking way too much stout which makes me appear and act like a lout casts me in a bad light, there is no doubt bemoaning the heavens, I screa
warmhearted
(what possessed you to even start?)
Lonely Old House
The lonely old house stands alone on the moor no people go there no windows no stairs no laughter rings out no children joyfully shout the lonely old house stands alone and it crys the ivy that swarms it waits silently then dies it sit o
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
A child in pain.
Not about me, or God forbid my children but somebody out there will see themselves in this, I just hope the darkness is/has faded. You could say this is a tribute to Peter, who's story nearly broke my heart.
Alone...
Alone... Alone..another fall of blackness, another surge of echo resting me to sleep, another song of memories hidden in a shell and a scent of winter to touch me deep. Alone..whenin another stare out over the ocean another hope to crus
Sadness
Hoping if you are dealing with sad times or wondering why we have to be sad or why we are alone sometimes this can help you to get through the rough thought of some sad times.
Angel's Light
I’m the light that resides inside you As long as you believe in me I will never be the one to fade This flame ignited in honesty Burns too deeply to diffuse I’m never lost by your side Don’t cut me from your sight Don’t break down and hide Pa