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Why Do Poets Ponder?
Why do poets ponder
The birds of the air...
For their beauty, their freedom, their song?
Why do they find peace in asking
Questions that begin with why?
Why are they so willing to share
The inner most part of their soul,
Hidden in symbolic mazes
With hedges high?
I guess what I'm really asking
Is why do I?
Monday 25th November 2024 12:30 am
Why
Why did this happen?
Why did we go a drought?
Why the hell did you hurt me?
Why the heck didn’t I say ouch?
Why didn’t you just tell me you hated the way I laugh?
Why couldn’t I tell you I hated you because you cheated in the past?
Why did you talk to me like a dumb dog?
Why didn’t I tell you that your pride was too strong?
Why didn’t you say, “ I never ...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 3:54 pm
God's Question
Does a lie has feet or walk
Only liars have more than two
Don't listen to a lie as a joke
Then will help lies to grow
God will ask; why do you lie?
So get ready for God's punishment.
Me, you, them, surely will die
Should keep ready for last statement
Get back soon to the early pureness
And stop cheating creatures
Just in case you look for happiness
Be f...
Wednesday 27th February 2019 1:03 pm
Not The Same
So much pain I try to keep it tamed
We grew up different we not the same
The shit u do is fine the shit I do draw the line
Yo family there when u fall
My family flat out don’t care
U had everything
I had to jugg everything
I guess sometimes life ain’t fair
It’s more to me then a ugky face with long hair
Always been small but ion have fear
Some nights I couldn’t sleep
Many night...
Thursday 31st May 2018 3:19 am
How Are You
How are you?
What are you thinking about?
Why are you thinking that?
Where does your heart go?
Does your soul fly?
Can you see clearly?
Did it help?
What didn't help?
How is your soul?
How is your heart?
What do you think about?
How are you?
Tuesday 21st November 2017 3:10 am
A Sort of Remembering
Gloomy, rain-heavy clouds
Are attractive;
Particularly
In meloncolic moods
Where old constellations
Of memories and people
Loom like foggy ghosts.
And then wind
Draws over the hills
Quickly, quietly.
It is damp
And the fever
Of dawn is null.
Sharp breath in,
And the mist peirces
A blood-red veil
Of flesh and cave;
Then release,
And the gum braised
Air returns to
D...
Thursday 17th August 2017 8:04 pm
I see too much
You had me finally sleeping
Of you I started dreaming
they were made up images
My eyes haven't had the chance
To witness your vivid image.
What happen for me to ache so bad?
I don’t understand this.
How is it you I miss
You are no where
I cant be there
I've never held your hand
Your eyes I have not stared into
Though you are every where.
Without you I can not...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 5:58 am
So Why do I Write
So why do I write?
I am not a poet,
but I write a
lot of poetry.
So why do I write?
I write to
show my
point of view.
So why do I write?
Sometimes it's to
feel like I have
a small amount
of control.
So why do I write?
I write what
I feel.
...
Friday 24th May 2013 5:51 pm
I BECOME NOTHING
I BECOME NOTHING
I ask how soon I will become nothing. When my sentiments tear me apart and bounce around my head like cannon balls from a faded war. I want to know so much more than what I’ve learnt in my forty years on this screwed up world, yes people do matter. If they didn’t, there would be no humanity, would there.
I want to go to Auschwitz and see where a millio...
Tuesday 4th October 2011 9:07 pm
poem on a sunken ship
STEUBEN
Is it true that the Steuben was sunk in the war by the Soviets? Is it true that many thousands died? ...
Monday 25th July 2011 3:51 pm
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