Most Commented Work Poems (218)

You can't guess how stress affects inside,
How many times I've lived and died,
Inside this mind of mine,
I've lived countless lives,
Lied countless lies,
Sighed countless sighs
Cried countless cries,
Dried countless eyes,
Written countless lines ,
Finished countless rhymes,
And spit them countless times,
Exactly how many?,
Your guess is as good as mine,
I can't be precise,
I can't count that high...

I saw a kid standing in the dark of night
He may be at the age of 4 or 5
He was at the court yard holding
A big bowl, filled with water
And he stated to laugh and laugh
B cuz he saw the full moon reflects in that bowl
He thought, he got that moon in his hand
And he was happy, very happy, as ever seen.

dreaming in the clouds
a stag of elegance
one gracing royal beauty
an emblem draws peace
inside the heart

your eyes
dazzling smiles
travels inside
to a whole new world
leading me into
the promised land

with a sprinkling
of sweet smelling
rose petals
sending one piece
the foundations stone
to begin building
our palace on feelings

dream embracing beauty
soft velvet
satin touching emotions
caressing within
the crowning glory
enchanting sings
heaven's purest angel
the one of love

each heartbeat
steams this ship
sailing with you
closer into
the sun setting
paradise kisses you
in a spin
of daisies
one chain darling
draped around
your neck

i believe
in you love
as the sun
sets beautiful
inside honey
golden happy

He is my beloved, my firstborn and the fruit of all my labour. As a young child he was loyal, good natured and he never left my side. I cannot lie, I loved him the most and he was closest to my heart. So I gave him all my attention and though I loved him with all my might, I could not make him stay. Now time has flown, we have grown and there is much distance between us. He is a proud young man with a rebellious nature so desperate to see the world and beyond the comfort and safety of home, the world waits. One day, caught up with the business of life I was distracted and in that moment he was gone and now all I can do is pray for his return. But he is an unruly, wayward young man spending himself on everything and everyone to his own selfish end and now everywhere and nowhere is his home. Like the Prodigal Son he is a stray dog with no master, an untamed beast I cannot control and I am beside myself with worry and dismay! What must I do? This is the place where he is most welcome, most loved! Does he not know his worth, how vital he is to my existence? Should he not return I fear that someday I will have no place to rest my weary head and these empty mean streets will swallow me whole!
JS

I try my best to be happy
Around me they are unhappy
Don't believe I'm clumsy
Making me feel guilty

Doubts my sincerity
Play acting my self pity
"Don't think!" they say to me
You always mess up things

I know at times i miss
Things like updating some lists
Or sometimes its incomplete
At least my mistakes i admit

why do you always get angry
For every single thing i say
You should take things easy
Not make a scene every day

I'm not your god damn enemy
Making a fool to you is not my wish
I really dont have a good memory
you dont believe me when i said this

Sometimes at night
When I lay my head to rest
I close my eyes and imagine:
It is the pillow which is old and tired
and it is I who am light and fluffy.

i swung the door and made my pitch
"buy one drink! see the whole show on the inside!"
it was a friday night
the street was crawling with money
i spotted a group headed my way
there must have been forty or fifty
a tour group wandering down the sidewalk with no guide
i just opened the door and bowed with a flourish
they filed in like sheep
their driver came running toward me
he was pissed off!
these tours were only supposed to go to certain clubs
where they had an "arrangement"
the driver was screaming in my face
i took a twenty out of my pocket
told him to go in and have a drink on me
he actually growled when he grabbed the twenty out of my hand
but he went in
the manager came out
asked me how in the hell i did that
i told him he owed me twenty bucks
he paid me on the spot
next day angelo, the big boss, called me into his "office"
his office was the bar next door
angelo owned a lot of clubs
he was a big "family man"
i went in and said "yes sir?"
he said "ey, i 'ere you been doin a good job out dere"
i said "thank you sir, i really like my job out there
i don't want any other jobs
i just like my job out there"
he looked me in the eye and patted me on the cheek
"you a good boy" he said...

Seven hundred miles drove all night
4am can't see the stars covered by clouds
6am must be their with two hours to spare
lay down close my eyes, knock on my door
hear a voice
driver open your doors
slide your tandems
take dock 76
lay back down close my eyes
knock on my door hear a voice
driver your wanted inside
you got a mess spilt your load
re-stack it sweep the glass
smell of pickles filled the air
five hours later twenty six broken jars
fifty two cases smashed

Now I'm in a pickle
no sleep weary eyes
was cruisen down a highway at 65
traffic slowed came to a stop
everybody's going home
I have 700 miles to drive
3 hours in traffic put me behind
can't take a break
must be their at 6am or get a fine
traffic is moving breaking free
takes a while get to 65

It's a beautiful day I should be okay
out of nowhere car changes lanes
cuts in front of me
hits their brakes
for an exit they must take
I can't stop with 40 tons
look in mirrors the coast is clear
swerve my truck to miss his butt
with that load of pickles

don't cut us off give us room
now it's 11am waiting for a new load
with no sleep and weary eyes.

don't stop light it up
here's a miracle cure
no hell no spells
no withdrawls guaranteed
millions of people are cured
you'll quit like millions of people did
smoke it up
black coat your lungs
smoke in your veins
don't worry cough it up
just tar in your heart
replace it don't be afraid
smoke four packs a day
you'll quit like millions of people did
now you got cancer but don't worry
we got a miracle cure
light it up
coat your lungs
smoke in your veins
tar in your heart
now your on your last breath
get some paper
crinkle it up
light it up one more time
now your eyes are closed one last time
air escapes your body
arm falls in that crinkled paper
that lit cigerette
burning paper
ashes you turn
see you quit and cancer free
like millions of people did
it's the miracle cure

The day has been long but my objectives were all met,
the grapes were all planted, and a new gate got set.
The grass was mowed nicely, the trimming got done,
the moss killer and fertilizer were applied on the run.

This rain, it's been relentless, falling now for weeks,
some say: "cats and dogs", I say: "streams and creeks".
Tis been said this rain's a needed, to satisfy a drought,
a statement that I can question with unbelieving doubt.

Out in many green pastures where only horses did run,
Geese and Mallard ducks now prepare to hatch their young.
This Spring, it's been a doozy, a real drencher that's for sure,
it's been more of a lasting Winter in want of a raining cure.

Still, though wet, I try my best to squeeze in as much as I can,
I've learned that one can't really rely upon any weatherman.
He says: "Blue skies accented with an occasional passing cloud",
So I load my tools and still end up as one of a rain soaked crowd.

If and when a real Springtime decides to come dropping in,
warmth of sun and view of flowers will produce a healthy grin.
My face like that of many others will shine with pure delight,
to see the sights of a rainless day that lasts all thru the night.

Before we know it, Summer's here, temps all hot and steamy,
cooling rain from weeks before will then seem rather dreamy.
One thing remains the same no matter what the weather does,
my load of work will still be there to be done like a bee abuzz.

Come rain or shine, I'll do my best to answer every one's call,
to improve their yards by giving them a landscaper's overhaul.
When the day ends, whether I'm left as one soaking wet or dry,
I'm blessed to hear each paying client whispering "My, Oh My!"