kidmenot Poetry (15)

to all of you I hold so dear, i will be leaving cs as I wright this. I hope all of you do not forget me as I will hold you in my heart.

you vow your love and tell another how beautyful she is. you vow your self to be truthfull yet you slither around looking for other women. you lie to justafy your flurting ways. you are a snake slithering through the grass looking for your next victom,when you find her your forked toung tells them about yourself and how you will seduce her in made up lies.you hypnotise with your eyes untill you can get close enough for the kill. you are a preadtor sleeking for your next heart to break....why do men find it so easy to cheet on dateing sites and have the audasity to lie about it.

Once upon a time I sent you my heart,for witch you held but then broke in two. Empty space,holding my thoughts,screaming a silent tear. Sitting in dispair, contemplating on reasons why. Another attempt at love, a lesson I faild to learn. Do I dare dwell on misery and hate..as my hearts bleeding scars of love lessons learnd.

My days where long and dreary,Everything was painted blue. Not a sound was even cheery and discouragement within me grew. With you by my side I cannot fail. My love had lied until the moon showed pale. My heart was pierced by cupids bow,Which quickly sweetend each beat and now I love you so.

Emotions run high in the sky like the clouds drifting by. Its caustic ways bring my heart a rifting but yet uplifting. Loves lonely cries begging to be herd reaching for a place to hide,with never finding to abide. Sweet caresses gentle touches as the soul reaches high and tears swell in the eye, as magic moments in darkness turns to a cry. Scerets of hidden past comming out at last, only to be hidden once agian, leaving loves lonely cries for a place to hide

Little cricket,little cricket Praytell me your happy tale,Or is it a sad one,my cricket hiden behind a vail. I cannot see you,little cricket. But I hear your sad or marry song. Oh if I only knew my cricket, The meaning of your singing quite long. You sit there day and night, little cricket rubbing together your wing. How little you seem,mycricket. How mono to monus to me you sing. But still,little cricket in rythm until your three. You are small my little cricket,But still large in my mind. Your song by ours is as fine.

My love is still waiting for you,My heart is still aching for you,But I'm afraid that you are forgettting. If you only knew,How much I care for you,You wouldn't be forgetting. That smile that use to be isn't any more for me. I'm afraid that you are forgetting. That love is fading in your eyes,I know those restless taunting sighs,Oh! I'm afraid that you are forgetting.

In Olive there is a tree I know perfict,strait and just so. Like a clean minded person with a life so high it towerd prowdly in the sky. It was plain that old tree,but yet beautyful to see. When I saw it my chest filled with pride And each time it was more beautyful to my eyes. I travled that road one day and before me Olive lay,And when it came in sight my eyes streached in vain. Lest that old dear dear old tree so plain. But I saw nothing towering agianst the sky. As I looked in wonder tears came to my eyes,That dear old tree was gone forever. But it shall never leave my peaceful mind, no never.

Im just a poem on a block of wood, I would talk and play as you do if I could, But I have to stay here day and night, And never grow in width or height. My auther says she put me here to give all a word of cheer.

Brown,yellow,and leafy green. Shaded,cool,and beauty serene. Nodded and swayed in the lazy breeze, Grew and obeyed gods natural decrees. Beneath twisted the pathway that led to you. Marked by twigs and bark with antique hue. Blades of grass came forth to tell the story,of a pathway now untrod filled with glory,and of moments in a by gone day. When I walked with you that way,Or sought to find you on the lawn of your little home one pritty dawn, or dreamed for hours and hours of the home that could be ours. But someday, I know dear one, that I shall see that you are coming down that pathway to me.

The night has gone to sleep,and the day has awaken.Time to look at the bright blue sky,the waters that gleams in the light of the shinning sun.The birds that chirp with pride.The trees of flickering shades of green and the flowers in colorfull bloom. The night is sleeping its time to bask in the glory of the sun.

When rivers where young its course mapped out,growing like a child digging its way out. Plumiting over cliffs edge,roaring as your lifes blood forms a mist,spweing new life into cliffs edge. Pools formed through the tears ,brings new homes to fish for years. You are savage yet gental, you are a mighty force demanding respect.