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Bleeding
These shadows of mine are always creeping,
Creeping up towards my light.
The darkness comes and surrounds me now,
Pulling me down into the night.
Always striving but never reaching.
Always crying and never succeeding.
Try as I might I'm always loosing,
Tossed by waves in an angry sea.
Lost in a world that's always churning,
Shattered by the ones who said they loved me.
Always pushing but never gaining.
Always dying and never living.
All my hope is lost in doubt,
All my doubt turned to anger and shame.
Oh how I long to see the morning,
But it's already gone, and the light never came.
I hope you cry when they bury me,
All the tears that were never shed.
And all the scars that I had carried,
Will now be all of your nightmares instead.
Always doubted never trusted.
Always laughed at, never believed.
Now you'll see me for who I should have been,
And I'll be remembered as the one you made bleed.
Creeping up towards my light.
The darkness comes and surrounds me now,
Pulling me down into the night.
Always striving but never reaching.
Always crying and never succeeding.
Try as I might I'm always loosing,
Tossed by waves in an angry sea.
Lost in a world that's always churning,
Shattered by the ones who said they loved me.
Always pushing but never gaining.
Always dying and never living.
All my hope is lost in doubt,
All my doubt turned to anger and shame.
Oh how I long to see the morning,
But it's already gone, and the light never came.
I hope you cry when they bury me,
All the tears that were never shed.
And all the scars that I had carried,
Will now be all of your nightmares instead.
Always doubted never trusted.
Always laughed at, never believed.
Now you'll see me for who I should have been,
And I'll be remembered as the one you made bleed.
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
I wrote this poem after my marriage fell apart. I think it's pretty self-explainatory in meaning.another day
here it is, yet another day. my true love has passed away.
finding it very lonely here, without someone i can hold dear.
someone to cuddle with, someone to hold, someone who will make
me feel not quite so old.....
i have a lot of love to give to someone while i still live.
are you out there? I dont know. I keep trying to find you, but we know how that goes....
it would really make my life complete to find you while im still
on my feet.
i need someone to love me, someone to care. i wonder if you are
really out there?
been looking and looking on all of these sites, i search and search
way into the nite.
but no one responds, guess they are just playing games
you dont want what i want. isnt that just the way?
most of you just looking for entertainment on here, not really
looking for one to hold dear.
if you are out there, i dont know where, so i will be alone,
and i really dont care. yes i do, but what else can i do?
but keep trying to find you and not be alone.
nevada lady Nancy
finding it very lonely here, without someone i can hold dear.
someone to cuddle with, someone to hold, someone who will make
me feel not quite so old.....
i have a lot of love to give to someone while i still live.
are you out there? I dont know. I keep trying to find you, but we know how that goes....
it would really make my life complete to find you while im still
on my feet.
i need someone to love me, someone to care. i wonder if you are
really out there?
been looking and looking on all of these sites, i search and search
way into the nite.
but no one responds, guess they are just playing games
you dont want what i want. isnt that just the way?
most of you just looking for entertainment on here, not really
looking for one to hold dear.
if you are out there, i dont know where, so i will be alone,
and i really dont care. yes i do, but what else can i do?
but keep trying to find you and not be alone.
nevada lady Nancy
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
i wrote this poem out of frustration and lonliness. its really hard to try to find someone to do the things you missed out on the first time around. while missing your loved one. 50 years is a long time to be together, and now there is just this big hole in my heart. it really isnt enough cuddling with my dogs. i really need someone who cares and who will make me feel like a desirable woman again.the girl
the girl that walked on glass. now it is broken and she is free at last. free to travel the roads that bound her, free to travel the roads that unwind , leaving leaving the world she left behind. the girl that walked on glass , now it is broken and she is free at last. by peggy anne
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
methe epic of sadness
Your love taught me to grieve
and I have been in need, for centuries
a woman to make me grieve
for a woman, to cry upon her arms
like a sparrow
for a woman to gather my pieces
like shards of broken crystal
Your love has taught me, my lady, the worst habits
it has taught me to read my coffee cups
thousands of times a night
to experiment with alchemy,
to visit fortune tellers
It has taught me to leave my house
to comb the sidewalks
and search your face in raindrops
and in car lights
and to peruse your clothes
in the clothes of unknowns
and to search for your image
even…..even…..
even in the posters of advertisements
your love has taught me
to wander around, for hours
searching for a gypsies hair
that all gypsies women will envy
searching for a face, for a voice
which is all the faces and all the voices…
Your love entered me…my lady
into the cities of sadness
and I before you, never entered
the cities of sadness
I did not know…
that tears are the person
that a person without sadness
is only a shadow of a person…
Your love taught me
to behave like a boy
to draw your face with chalk
upon the wall
upon the sails of fishermen's boats
on the Church bells, on the crucifixes,
your love taught me, how love,
changes the map of time…
Your love taught me, that when I love
the earth stops revolving,
Your love taught me things
that were never accounted for
So I read children's fairytales
I entered the castles of Jennies
and I dreamt that she would marry me
the Sultan's daughter
those eyes..
clearer than the water of a lagoon
those lips…
more desirable than the flower of pomegranates
and I dreamt that I would kidnap her like a knight and I dreamt that I would give
her necklaces of pearl and coral
Your love taught me, my lady,
what is insanity
it taught me…how life may pass
without the Sultan's daughter arriving
Your love taught me
How to love you in all things
in a bare winter tree,
in dry yellow leaves
in the rain, in a tempest,
in the smallest cafe, we drank in,
in the evenings…our black coffee
Your love taught me…to seek refuge
to seek refuge in hotels without names
in churches without names…
in cafes without names…
Your love taught me…how the night
swells the sadness of strangers
It taught me…how to see Beirut
as a woman…a tyrant of temptation
as a woman, wearing every evening
the most beautiful clothing she possesses
and sprinkling upon her breasts perfume
for the fisherman, and the princes
Your love taught me how to cry without crying
It taught me how sadness sleeps
Like a boy with his feet cut off
in the streets of the Rouche and the Hamra
Your love taught me to grieve
and I have been needing, for centuries
a woman to make me grieve
for a woman, to cry upon her arms
like a sparrow
for a woman to gather my pieces
like shards of broken crystal
and I have been in need, for centuries
a woman to make me grieve
for a woman, to cry upon her arms
like a sparrow
for a woman to gather my pieces
like shards of broken crystal
Your love has taught me, my lady, the worst habits
it has taught me to read my coffee cups
thousands of times a night
to experiment with alchemy,
to visit fortune tellers
It has taught me to leave my house
to comb the sidewalks
and search your face in raindrops
and in car lights
and to peruse your clothes
in the clothes of unknowns
and to search for your image
even…..even…..
even in the posters of advertisements
your love has taught me
to wander around, for hours
searching for a gypsies hair
that all gypsies women will envy
searching for a face, for a voice
which is all the faces and all the voices…
Your love entered me…my lady
into the cities of sadness
and I before you, never entered
the cities of sadness
I did not know…
that tears are the person
that a person without sadness
is only a shadow of a person…
Your love taught me
to behave like a boy
to draw your face with chalk
upon the wall
upon the sails of fishermen's boats
on the Church bells, on the crucifixes,
your love taught me, how love,
changes the map of time…
Your love taught me, that when I love
the earth stops revolving,
Your love taught me things
that were never accounted for
So I read children's fairytales
I entered the castles of Jennies
and I dreamt that she would marry me
the Sultan's daughter
those eyes..
clearer than the water of a lagoon
those lips…
more desirable than the flower of pomegranates
and I dreamt that I would kidnap her like a knight and I dreamt that I would give
her necklaces of pearl and coral
Your love taught me, my lady,
what is insanity
it taught me…how life may pass
without the Sultan's daughter arriving
Your love taught me
How to love you in all things
in a bare winter tree,
in dry yellow leaves
in the rain, in a tempest,
in the smallest cafe, we drank in,
in the evenings…our black coffee
Your love taught me…to seek refuge
to seek refuge in hotels without names
in churches without names…
in cafes without names…
Your love taught me…how the night
swells the sadness of strangers
It taught me…how to see Beirut
as a woman…a tyrant of temptation
as a woman, wearing every evening
the most beautiful clothing she possesses
and sprinkling upon her breasts perfume
for the fisherman, and the princes
Your love taught me how to cry without crying
It taught me how sadness sleeps
Like a boy with his feet cut off
in the streets of the Rouche and the Hamra
Your love taught me to grieve
and I have been needing, for centuries
a woman to make me grieve
for a woman, to cry upon her arms
like a sparrow
for a woman to gather my pieces
like shards of broken crystal
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
about meThe fortune teller
She sat with fear in her eyes
Contemplating the upturned cup
She said 'Do not be sad, my son
You are destined to fall in love'
My son, Who sacrifices himself for his beloved,
Is a martyr
*
For long have I studied fortune-telling
But never have I read a cup similar to yours
For long have I studied fortune-telling
But never have I seen sorrows similar to yours
You are predestined to sail forever
Sail-less, on the sea of love
Your life is forever destined
To be a book of tears
And be imprisoned
Between water and fire
*
But despite all its pains,
Despite the sadness
That is with us day and night
Despite the wind
The rainy weather
And the cyclone
It is love, my son
That will be forever the best of fates
*
There is a woman in your life, my son
Her eyes are so beautiful
Glory to God
Her mouth and her laughter
Are full of roses and melodies
And her gypsy and crazy love of life
Travels the world
The woman you love
May be your whole world
But your sky will be rain-filled
Your road blocked, blocked, my son
Your beloved, my son, is sleeping
In a guarded palace
He who approaches her garden wall
Who enters her room
And who proposes to her
Or tries to unite her plaits
Will cause her to be lost, my son…lost
*
You will seek her everywhere, my son
You will ask the waves of the sea about her
You will ask the shores of the seas
You will travel the oceans
And your tears will flow like a river
And at the close of your life
You will find that since your beloved
Has no land, no home, no address
You have been pursuing only a trace of smoke
How difficult it is, my son
To love a woman
Who has neither land, nor home
Contemplating the upturned cup
She said 'Do not be sad, my son
You are destined to fall in love'
My son, Who sacrifices himself for his beloved,
Is a martyr
*
For long have I studied fortune-telling
But never have I read a cup similar to yours
For long have I studied fortune-telling
But never have I seen sorrows similar to yours
You are predestined to sail forever
Sail-less, on the sea of love
Your life is forever destined
To be a book of tears
And be imprisoned
Between water and fire
*
But despite all its pains,
Despite the sadness
That is with us day and night
Despite the wind
The rainy weather
And the cyclone
It is love, my son
That will be forever the best of fates
*
There is a woman in your life, my son
Her eyes are so beautiful
Glory to God
Her mouth and her laughter
Are full of roses and melodies
And her gypsy and crazy love of life
Travels the world
The woman you love
May be your whole world
But your sky will be rain-filled
Your road blocked, blocked, my son
Your beloved, my son, is sleeping
In a guarded palace
He who approaches her garden wall
Who enters her room
And who proposes to her
Or tries to unite her plaits
Will cause her to be lost, my son…lost
*
You will seek her everywhere, my son
You will ask the waves of the sea about her
You will ask the shores of the seas
You will travel the oceans
And your tears will flow like a river
And at the close of your life
You will find that since your beloved
Has no land, no home, no address
You have been pursuing only a trace of smoke
How difficult it is, my son
To love a woman
Who has neither land, nor home
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Posted: Jan 2011
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Misery (01/06/2011)
Misery, Misery, Misery.
It sure loves company.
I will never know if this will ever end
Disappointment seems to me my only friend!
I’m always feeling down and feeling bummed out
I sometimes get the urge to just shout!
I‘m already facing the fact that no one wants me
I’m always having break ups and it’s not fair
Mr. Cellophane should be my name
Because no one ever notices that I’m there!
Misery, Misery Misery
I have lost all my confidence in me!
I completely give up, all hope is lost
It feels like my misery became my boss.
It takes a strong heart to cry,
but a stronger heart to say why
All this pain and devastation, oh how it tortures me inside!
If you don’t care, then why am I not surprised?
There’s nothing that I can do.
Oh misery misery misery, I cannot break through!
If you don’t care, then you must be a real jerk and a foe
Go on do your worst because I stopped caring a long time ago!
It sure loves company.
I will never know if this will ever end
Disappointment seems to me my only friend!
I’m always feeling down and feeling bummed out
I sometimes get the urge to just shout!
I‘m already facing the fact that no one wants me
I’m always having break ups and it’s not fair
Mr. Cellophane should be my name
Because no one ever notices that I’m there!
Misery, Misery Misery
I have lost all my confidence in me!
I completely give up, all hope is lost
It feels like my misery became my boss.
It takes a strong heart to cry,
but a stronger heart to say why
All this pain and devastation, oh how it tortures me inside!
If you don’t care, then why am I not surprised?
There’s nothing that I can do.
Oh misery misery misery, I cannot break through!
If you don’t care, then you must be a real jerk and a foe
Go on do your worst because I stopped caring a long time ago!
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Posted: Jan 2011
Post CommentAlone
Alone.
Engulfed in my own darkness.
Withering away,
Alone.
Blinded.
Dreaming but not seeing.
Wishing bit not receiving.
Alone.
Where is my love ?
Why haven't i found it?
Where does that leave me ?
Alone.
Are you out there?
Are you waiting for me?
Will you find me ?
Alone.
Alone and waiting for my true love to come.
I'm here !!!! Please find me,
Please don't leave me here ,
Alone.
; Frank
Engulfed in my own darkness.
Withering away,
Alone.
Blinded.
Dreaming but not seeing.
Wishing bit not receiving.
Alone.
Where is my love ?
Why haven't i found it?
Where does that leave me ?
Alone.
Are you out there?
Are you waiting for me?
Will you find me ?
Alone.
Alone and waiting for my true love to come.
I'm here !!!! Please find me,
Please don't leave me here ,
Alone.
; Frank
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
i'm just sitting in my apt. alone and this is how i feel right now, alone. Waiting for my turn at true love, affection and truth.
who am I?
I have been in a whirlpool of blame,
hatred, loneliness, and joy.
A trail of pain, suffering, and healing.
I have walked in the light and traveled through the shade.
I have avoided getting to the top
and I have pushed to get to the bottom.
I have no self-esteem, no confidence
but I do believe in myself.
I am a twisted person
with a straight forward agenda.
I am weird, crazy, misunderstood, and simple.
I am dust, I am dirt. I am priceless, I am gold.
I am very good and I am very bad
or I am just very good when I am bad.
I am all I am nothing.
I am begining i am the end
i am death that brings new life.
i am love and i am hated
i am forgotten and apreciated
BUT...
In the end it doesn't matter because I just AM!
So I ask of you, beg of you,
demand from you to just LET ME BE!!!
hatred, loneliness, and joy.
A trail of pain, suffering, and healing.
I have walked in the light and traveled through the shade.
I have avoided getting to the top
and I have pushed to get to the bottom.
I have no self-esteem, no confidence
but I do believe in myself.
I am a twisted person
with a straight forward agenda.
I am weird, crazy, misunderstood, and simple.
I am dust, I am dirt. I am priceless, I am gold.
I am very good and I am very bad
or I am just very good when I am bad.
I am all I am nothing.
I am begining i am the end
i am death that brings new life.
i am love and i am hated
i am forgotten and apreciated
BUT...
In the end it doesn't matter because I just AM!
So I ask of you, beg of you,
demand from you to just LET ME BE!!!
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
sometimes one just feels split in half. the good and bad..... I would love some feed back!Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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