mae988 Poetry (13)

Iv tried to love,but its no good,as man deems it unwothy to hold. Iv given love at no cost, but still man deems it unworthy to keep. Iv given my love to the almighty,who tells me im worthy. So man some day will say we wish your love to stay,and ill say some day when you are worthy

If fish could swim the sky and birds could not fly. If stars we could reach and love we could teach. If hearts would not seek the daggers of beseech, we would have true loves reach. If love in the heart and in life where the same there would be no shame. If man could think with one rule, then how is good to never be crewl. If love and hate where black and white, then hate could never hide.

Oh little flower with all your power,this is your hour. You have no compare to a rose so fair. You serve the poor,desperate,and wise,as remembrance you simbolize. Oh modest flower of fathfull enduring love,may the knights never forget as you brookside in bloom.

When i was young I read about prince charming. In daydreams of thought, a little white house, on a hill with childern and animals at play.Then one day I grew away,started a future to say, as there is no charming in this day. I worked and toiled hoping some day he will ask and I will say. Charming huh, he grew to be a fake. I worked and toiled till I started to gray, hoping he will ask and I will say. Charming huh no way. I work and toil to this day, finely realize charming is a dream per say. I'll work and toil the rest of my days, till I'm old and lonely and unable to play.

Here I am just an egg, unknowing of what may become. Here I am an egg all sunglley warm, as I start to grow. Here I sit for 21 days to await my mothers eye. Here I am I quietly peep and listen for my mother to speak. Here I am breaking through this shell to feel my mothers sweet bill. Here I am one week old and so cold. Here I am or am I ?

oh my child please pick up your toys, why should i have to. oh my child its time for your bath, why me. oh my child its your turn to do the dishes,its not fare. oh my child what to do what to do. Your words of it's not fare,why me,I shouldent have to, drive me insane. oh my child why you demand with I wants,I need,I have to have. oh my child you have one large case of me idous. Ill do for you as much as I can with out complaint, but please my child show some restrant.

Some claim they love you, and your heart wants to believe, but you have been deceived. They woo with sweet words, and wiles galore, sending you flowers, advantageous aspect are thee. They keep others on standby while devotion is vowed, till one day out of the blue you are a hue. Dilapidation of love is left behind, broken hearts absorption of anarchist of light and dark.

See the sun as it sets its fire to never forget. See the moon to be hold as lovers take a strole. See the stars as they look in your eyse. See the rain and take a chance to dance. See the winds of change as nothing stays the same.

Going blindly into the woes,step back and take a look,in the picture book. Thickets with it's humming birds never to be snared. Butter flies reaching for the sky, as they dare. Wild cats creeping hunting what they spy, as if they are sly. Bears gorging berries, treadind where they care. Cotton tails shyly peers there heads and back in the brier. Snakes slither for warmth of the day, while deer graze near. Sunshine,winds of time,as the thunder roars, all is quiet as the plants grow.

You have given me a name that is not my own, but who are you to have known. Your problems are not mine to hold. I wish you well and hope you find solace in the dreams of others, so goodby to a friendship of hope, you silly dope

Friendly intensions miss understood as arrogance stood. Friendly intensions miss understood,accusations turn into wood,burning anger of those that could.

In dreams is a silhouette shadowing me,his regal face longing for my smile to belong. In dreams the stars serenade, as you gently hold me near,and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. In dreams our love like music in the sun,as golden honey flows. In dreams peaceful waters flow, as the reflection of memories glow. In dreams time slips through fingers,I call for my true final love,as time has written every line. In dreams,I dare not wake, for the moment to arise,and the descries of the one way ticket home.