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Poetry By Me |
| Lost |
| Darkened state Tortured souls Doomed faith- Unpaid tolls Emotions rushed Painful devotions Love crushed Suicide notions Nights gloom Blood splashing Empty room Silently Vanishing |
| I beg of you Not to look at me. The scars on my face A tormented history. The lovely young lady That once was here, Has shifted into An awkward looking monster. Gravity hasn't been kind Or too friendly with. Please I beg of you To talk with me without a picture Understand the only beauty Is always from within. |
We have never met face to face We have never touched each other’s hands We have never spent the day walking side by side Yet, We have shared so many tears We have touched each other’s hearts We have walked in each other’s world Though, We may never meet We may never share our touch We may never walk together I want you to know you are my beloved friend, forever more. |
| A soul voice cries out
In a world torn by evil. Creatures road in on Howling winds of death, Shattering this quiet world. Hearts of millions silenced By this vision of terror. A soul voice cries out. Questions starting to roar From the minds of so many. How, Why, This cannot be, Flowing from their lips. Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, Brothers, All made their last stand today. A soul voice cries out Can anyone hear me? I am one, one in many, Even though my little world’s Changed in a matter of minutes, My heart will remain free My spirit will remain strong! To all of those soul voices We stand behind you. September 11, 2001 |
| I remember we used to laugh the day away,
When our best times were underneath a tree Where we raked leaves into playland dreams. I remember we spent those fall days at play. I remember we used to laugh the day away, When our warmest times were hiding in tunnels of snow Where we built castles to rule the world around us. I remember we spent those winter days at play. I remember we used to laugh the day away, When our loudest times were after it rained Where we romped through gutters with laughter. I remember we spent those spring days at play. I remember we used to laugh the day away, When our quietest times were lying in the grass at sunset Where we dreamed of magical fairytales yet to come. I remember we spent those summer nights at play. I remember how we lived, how we laughed, how we cried, I hope someday we find our way back Into each other's busy lives. |
| Two young boys Sit silently upon The corner curb. Tears of confusion Begin to roll down Little pink cheeks. Waiting hour after Hour and nothing, Not even a call. Finally one says to The other, Daddy Has done it again. Each saunter into The house where Mom watched it all. They get into pajamas, then quietly creep Into their little beds. Mommy why does Daddy hate us so, What did we do wrong? Mommy kisses each Little head and tucks Them gently into bed. She walks to the door Turns off the light, says the only thing she can “I Love You Boys” "Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are a good person is a little like expecting the bull not to attack you because you are a vegetarian." Dennis Wholey |
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Oh no, it is writer's block, Hours, looking at the clock. Being unable to write… There is no end in sight. Every time the words start, There’s an aching in the heart. The mind goes blank… This is a cruel prank. Chewing up yet another pencil, Ripping paper as thin as tinsel. Unable to let the verses flow… Letting the midnight candle glow. Wanting something new this time, There’s no reason or way to rhyme. Ideas have all come and past… Hoping this block doesn't last. Nothing left untried; The brain is now fried. It is half past two… This writer is through! |
| She strips off her clothes Wipes away her face for the day She sits in the corner With gentle music on, And with the candles lighting her way, She logs online, who will she be tonight? A novelist, a poet, a princess, a queen? It doesn’t matter to her. Anything is better then her boring life. She will slide in and out of rooms. Changing her smile as she enters each. What will she find in there tonight? An erotic adventure with a younger man? A romantic conversation with an English gentlemen? A noise bar with dancing and laughter? A rose sent by an eager lad? In a chat room filled with people trying to get away. What won’t she find? She’ll laugh and embellish the truth. She’ll flirt and love and end it all in the same room. "Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are a good person is a little like expecting the bull not to attack you because you are a vegetarian." Dennis Wholey |
| The voices are growing louder. The silence is pounding upon the walls The words locked in my mind are screaming. So why can’t I write anymore? I lay for hours trying to sleep. I envision paradise and love. I curl up with horror and fear. So many thoughts race through my mind. But once I try to write them down, The words all begin to disappear. Is this my curse for not living life? For hiding behind a sheet of paper, For not letting love enter my word, For enjoying the fantasies in my mind, That now I will live unable to write? I find myself unable to sleep, These words are hunting my ever move. If I can not find my way back to writing, I just might go insane. |
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I stare out the window; This life is going on. Plans for tomorrow, The smile's all gone. The light now darkened, The warmth now cold. Searching for a friend, Someone I may hold. Living alone within, Being afraid to fall. Are we living in sin, Will you hear my call? Finding a new love, Losing all control. Falling out of love, Life’s taking a toll. Is life just dream? Am I the fantasy? That’s what it seems, I live for you not me! When is the pain lost? Waiting for my death. What is the real cost, Of that last breath? Is any one out there? Will anyone hear me? If I died who’d care? Will anyone miss me? Falling in love, Are we asking too much? Waiting for that sign, To fall from above. Living loving and dying, Dreams come and go, Maybe right, maybe wrong, Just keeping the flow. It’s like a song. I am scared. Is this right? Wishing I never cared. Living to love, Living to dying. Needing help from above, Living loving and dying! |
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