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honeybear3000

Call It A Day......

I tried to be honest but my words got in the way must of been something I was trying to say not that it would matter any way up all night is the price I pay feeling lonely in my own way shadows chasing the light away no charming words in my vocabulary today not feeling sorry for my self I wish i was right but like a kite in the wind with out a tail between my legs it's time to bail an bound to fail these tides of times well never unveil what ya say say we call it a day
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Posted: Apr 2015
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WILDANDREADY

THE RAIN

IT'S DRIVING ME, INSANE; FOR IT DOESN'T EASE THE PAIN I FEEL; WHENEVER, I WHISPER YOUR NAME! THERE WAS A TIME, WHEN WE WERE LOVERS; AND WE'D LOOK DOWN, ON ALL THE OTHERS; FOR WE KNEW OUR LOVE WOULD LAST; BUT THAT WAS IN THE PAST! SO NOW; I'M BEHIND THE PLOW; FOR ALL OF MY HOPES AND DREAMS, HAVE FADED; AND ALL EXPECTATIONS, ARE JADED! I WISH YOU WELL, AND ONLY TIME WILL TELL, IF WE MISS EACH OTHERS KISS!
AS FOR RIGHT NOW; I CAN ONLY REMINISCE!
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
ALOT OF PAIN EMPTIES OUT IN THE RAIN! THE POEM IS ABOUT A FRIEND! NOT ME! I REPEAT; NOT ME!
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Abby1963

Lost Love

All she wanted was to feel loved
Mother didn't want her
Wouldn't give her up
Nothing she could do was ever good enough
No matter how hard she tried
She was made to cry
She always tried to please
Only to be teased
She began to act tough
Only made life rough
Her self esteem was poor
She was always being called a whore
If only they knew
She had never been kissed
She became a mother
She fed her children with lots of love,hugs and kisses
Mother didn't break her
She cause her to set a goal
To love her children more then life itself
This little girl with a great big soul
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Posted: May 2015
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Unknown

A Wounded deer leaps highest

A WOUNDED deer leaps highest,
I 've heard the hunter tell;
'T is but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.

The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs:
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!

Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it caution arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You 're hurt" exclaim!


Defence mechanisms
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Posted: May 2015
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Unknown

Heaven Dies...

I fear my time is closing in, too scared to be ashamed,
when a whisper calls the night, I will come running from a dream,
Call it obsession that denies,
I'll cry when heaven dies,
I sell my soul just to breath,
innocence is lost in me
when the angels start to cry
I feel as if heaven has died...
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Posted: May 2015
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Abby1963

Breaking my heart

Today I cried
I've really tried
You won't seek help
You're drowning
Pulling me down with you
I don't want to die
I'm finally starting to feel alive
What did you think
I would do
When you told me
you continue to hurt you
I want to run and hide
I'm scared if I leave you
You will die
How do I get through to you
God knows I've tried
I made you my guy
Seems like all I do is cry
And you won't even try
My heart is breaking everyday
I no longer know what to say
All I can do is pray .
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
always in my prayers
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Unknown

AN OUNCE OF SADNESS

AN OUNCE OF SADNESS
IS WORTH
A POUND OF KINDNESS
FOR SOMEONE,
TRUELY LOVED.
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
QUOTE FROM MY ARCHIVES
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48jojo

Tide In Tide Out/ Missed

Is life like the waves rushing in

full of velocity and so beautiful

sometime's violent crashing against the shores

flowing gently back out to sea

crashing against each other

as if struggling to survive, one

could watch for hours just feeling

the breeze against your face

and the smell of the sea air

The soft warm sand between your toes

As we walk along the coastline

The salt waters always returning to the air

from where it came, raining again

and gentle snows

to the mountain tops flowing

on to the rivers and streams

starting the cycle all over again

From dust to dust and ashes to ashes

and born again in another form

The cycle of life reliable phenomena

Tide In Tide Out

Missed

You were there but now gone

Your thoughts are now ours

as we remember your words

that are now our memories

so you live on in our minds

You rest in peace and become

part of the universe all around us

in the air, sun, wind and light

We will join you when our time comes

but now we are in pain with your loss

and sadness that we are apart except

for those memories we share
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
My rewrite version of a " A Rivers Song by "William Randolph Hearst
For those now missing in our lives, we are all a part of each other
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Unknown

i want more

How can you look at me and lie as you do?
How can you sleep while i have to start over like new?
The words you spoke and the things you have done have wounded me to my core,
ANd people wonder why i want more.
I have cried many tears and have had to pull myself together,
To be strong on the outside while falling apart on the inside if people only knew,
The Effort It Takes To Do As I Do.
Pain Is Nothing New Just A Reminder I Still Survive,
The smile across my face thanking GOd I Am Still Alive.
THrough dark days and dark nights i pour my heart out and i know someone has got to hear,
How i long for the one to come my way and hold me so near,
HOw i miss companionship and the things that come along,
BUt more than anything i miss feeling like i belong.
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
Past Experiences Is What This Is About And Learning To Start Over.
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Unknown

THe GIrl BEhind the SAd EYes

You may have seen me at your work,
YOu may have seen me at the store,
Y ou might have even passed me out somewhere,
You know the girl behind the sad eyes?
On the outside i light up the room,
On the inside all kinds of fear and doubt.
You sometimes see some anxiety,
If they only knew how bad it really gets.
The yelling,the screaming,things getting thrown,
Nowhere to hide except inside of myself.
JUst hoping it passes quickly this time.
THen you get hit repeatedly,
But they dont hurt nearly as bad as the words,
THen youre left to pick up the pieces and act like nothing happened once again.
THis is the story of the girl behind the sad eyes.
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
This poem is about DOmestic VIolence.The story behind the victim.
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