Author: Unknown
I could hear my own footsteps as i walked into the room,
A large man standing cloaked by his black leather jacket,
Gathering possessions,a suitcase a step from his silhouette,
Who was this man what was he doing in my house i asked myself.
He turned like the wind startlingly me to tears,
Where are you going! i shouted in distress,
My tears poured as if from the deepest ocean,
Can i go with you, can i go with you,
I beseech you il behave i promise.
He stared at me with despairing eyes,
The sound of the zipper sent chills down my spine,
The seconds felt like minutes, like hours as he walked out the door,
Are you coming back i screamed.. my last four words,
No was the answer i sat there and cried.
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
well my dad left when i was young and i think alot of people can relate to this, i suppose i wrote this poem to consolidate the occasion to express the feelings with no anger involved :).
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An absence of thought.
Dreamscape or naught.
Reborn again perhaps
Or blackness collapse.
Recline in fluffy cloud
Or burn and cry loud.
Poltergeist with aura
Or no more tomorrow.
Does anyone yet know?
Where we finally go...?
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
Loss/Death Theme
Researching this could
have fatal consequences...lol.
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we are not well
breast cancer has taken another
my dear wife's daughter's life has ended
...Addie
she lived thirty two years
...and never wasted a moment
not even when the darker days threatened
did she give up
...nor give an inch
an inspiration for us all
Addie fought
and never lost sight of those she loved
she was only more determined
to protect and do her absolute best
for her sweet son...Dominic
her loving partner...Louie
brothers Josh and Jimmy and sister April
all her wonderful friends and family
and her mom, Geralyn
...who loved her so
everyone loved her so
Addie was my wife Lyn's first born
she came into this world with a twinkle in her eye
and always an extra spring in her step
melt in your mouth gorgeous
that could never begin to approach the beauty in her heart
I never met her in person
I had yet to experience that pleasure
yet...in phone conversation
even I, could feel and realize such a calm and unyielding spirit
that this special woman
exhibited with every waking moment
and she was always so happy
it was never easy for Addie
to compete in such a pressure filled world
of high-end women's fashion clothing
in which, through the years,
she managed several top name distibutors
...maybe, it was easy for her
or maybe, she just made it look easy
for, to strive forward with such success
in such an industry
could never be...easy
at least, not for the average person
but as I have mentioned
Addie was never...an average person
we cry for Addie
too awful
I cry for my family
I cry for my dear Lyn
...I love her so much
I pray for everyone
..with a special prayer for Adilena
keep smiling over your loved ones, Addie
for we will always need you with us
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Posted: Oct 2011
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The angry words spoken are not
It is hurt from the heart hidden below
The tears that creep into the eyes are not for sorrow
Happy joys left from yesterdays
Reaching to be touched
Confusion and abandonment parlay
To not know the end comes what may
Judgment sent from what is not
Life and love it is but want
Actions speak louder tis right they do
Which actions to listen to is but play
For the soul sees one then another
Knows not what to partake
Some may be good at play
Others good at bein played
Does it ever stop
A fool rushes in more than not
Is it foolish indeed to be the one deceived
To never know, to never risk
Life and love it is but want for those who believe
Angry words rush forth the foolish mouth
Hurt and slander as they may
Retribution for the foolish actions of the irrational self
What to make of a fool’s play to rise above the parlay
Stand firm in foolish light
What is right and decent to the beast
Rickety road for all to see
A fool’s own belief to be
A kinder soul to thee
Angry words rush forth etching the pain away
Understanding and reason out the window pane
Glorifying in the breakage left
Forgiveness a large pill to swallow for those who have been illogical
Stand tall, stand firm to what is right
Those who do not see the actions in the darkness
Shall never believe the actions of the day
Blinded by their way in hardness they play
Perceiving what they may
No one to stand firm against the back
The dagger hidden from sight
Crippling in its might
Angry words in the fight
Play on wayward son
fool’s will rush in to be played
Cop outs to be given to allow one to slither away
In truth the deceived was deceived in the light
For the angry words crippled the sight
Of one that was true and faithful despite the might
In the end only one wins
The one that never gave up hope
Tho the words spoken in haste hurt
Tis truth that sets one free
Angry words spoken back
Set free the light within
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Posted: Oct 2011
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Author: Unknown
why are those people here in
my mom's living room,
don't they know she'll be
home soon.
why is my mom and sisters
sitting around crying,
it's like someone is dead or
dying.
wait that's a picture of me
in her lap,
ugh that picture makes me look
like crap.
my boyfriends here and he's crying
too,
that's weird,everyone's here at a
quarter of two.
the door opens and i see a bright
light,
and my grandmothers' here,saying it's
going to be alright.
but grandma,you died such a long,long
time ago,
then she smiled and said you're dead
too or didn't you know.
as i took a hold of my grandmas'
hand,
i said goodbye to my family and
my man.
for me there would be no more
hours,seconds,or minutes,
for i had ran out of time.
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
life is short and for the living,live your life while you still have time.
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why can i write of nothing i know of
and why cant i of what i do
why can i write of what i dont feel
why not of emotions, true.
im not able,my reasons why
am i without sincerity
i cant write whats inside
emptyness inside of me.
expressive words, come to me
for i cannot think
i am a pen.. without ink.
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
my poem is me feeling very fusterated, a very special lady i know is on her final hours and waiting for sleeping angels to waken and guide her home to heaven, what to write how im feeling right now, but i cant, the words wont come' im a failure... i am stupid.
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I know it hurts, don't say it isn't worth it.
I know there's pain, don't tell me there is not.
I know your grief; your pain in fact is nothing
Compared to mine - just look if disbelieve my words.
You've been abandoned thus when you most needed
His caring touch, his eyes you miss so much.
In vain we comfort you, of no avail entreaties,
Your soul to loss can not be reconciled.
There's love and loss, there's joy and sorrow.
There's life and death, who knows where goes the line?
Death's coming, we don't know what holds tomorrow,
Your shattered dreams are all that's left behind.
God bless you, oh I wish that your departure
Were painless as can be and peaceful, so I pray.
Hold on, my friend, in time of need and trouble,
You're not alone, we'll see you through to end.
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
It's about my friend, who is suffering from devastating disease and we just hope she will live as long as she can. But the most dreadful thing is that she was abandoned at a time when she most needed a loving husband beside her.
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I've come for your soul
The time has come
Death gently whispers
I'm not ready yet
There's too much life
Now for me to leave it
It's time to go
There's no need to pack
For nothing you'll be taking
There's so many things
I've not done yet
I need more time to do it
Time is something
That I do not give
Now you will learn it
Oh please I beg
Just one more chance
Time I'll not be wasting
If time I give
What will you do
That you have not done yet
I'd live and laugh and love
Forgive those I have not
And be the best of best I can
So be it whispers death
One small chance you'll have
But back I'll be
You'll not know when
So this time don't be wasting
The tears they flowed
My face was bathed
Today's the day I'm living
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
Live, laugh and love like every day is your last one. I wrote this in about five minutes. Death was standing behind me whispering the words to me.
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Author: Unknown
Dearest Jesus up above,
Give my Daaddy a great big hug,
Look after him Lord
And dont leave him alone,
Because Day by Day I Miss him,
Because He is far away from home..
Love you Daddy always..
Ill meet you again someday xxx
From your Handsome Son..xx
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
For My Daddy
From your Little Son..xx
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Author: Unknown
There is a pain beyond imagining,
Burning in my heart,
For suddenly my whole Life,
Has been cruely ripped apart,
For when i ask for reasons?
Or ask the question Why??
It makes no sense at all!!!
That one sooo special had to die!
Your resting place i often visit,
Flowers i place with care,
No-one knows the heart ache,
As i have to turn and leave you there!
Lok after him lord,
As he takes his rest,
For he is my Fiance,
And one of the Best..
Missed dearly xxx
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
For the Fiance...xxx
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