I am moving into this empty feeling… On this dark cloud of remembrance Emotions too damn intense to inspire verse I came upon the contest of loving thoughts As butterflies struggle in my naked chest tonight Oh!! So painful…so bitterly raw Trying to escape from deep within The pinching pain of hurt and remembering It crushed my heart by “loving” It stole my spirit And splattered the contents of my soul Perfecting the torture… of true love I tripped and stumbled along my way Trying to be a perfect woman Helped in every way I could I almost overcame the fear of tomorrow Appreciating the sacrifices made Now caught between the ocean And the vision from afar I came upon the contest of my heart Knowing the distance between us so very wide I am moving in this darkness On this dark cloud of remembering Emotions way too intense to inspire happy verse This poem the contest of loving thoughts Became my biggest nightmare Remembering now…everything I was told The biggest lie ever…just remember this Life crushed my heart And stole my soul
I think you won- with this tearjearker- ATleast your finding Awesome words and relation to your feelings- I lOST something!!!- I am enjoying my reading of you-etc- Love,Sheee -Hang ON! or just keep writinggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg...
Tinka, sometimes when I read your poetry, I feel as those the words are the action of playing a musical instrument, and my heart is the instrument. You tug at peoples hearts with your writes. On their heart strings. ~ Sara
Even a bigger reason to fight harder Tink, to me lifes a lot about feelings, which include love and other things. One of the other things most important to me is simply feeling good everyday even though things aren't going that well
life can be a sure mess
needing a cure dress.
Everyone has their day,
we all have our way.
Ways of dealing,
to make a messed up life
more appealing.
It's keep it appealing,
or end up like a pig squealing.
Just before they make ham,
out of a pig called Sam.
Actually his name was Roscoe,
that rhymed with go.
He changed from Sam,
because it rhymed will ham.
Changing his names didn't work,
he still landed on the end of the fork.
It's no mystery,
the poor pigs history.
He never figured he'd end up ham,
in a product called Spam.
This poem is a flower to be placed in the VASE of POETRY in the
BASILICA OF THE POETS... "Dark Cloud Of Remembrance" is scented
with the aroma of beauty, and sings under the rhythm of art and
perfection.
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
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This poem was BRILLIANTLY recited. Well-expressed emotions in the recital.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Regis
Things just HAVE to get better; all you need is faith! I will be lifting you up in prayer; try to hang in there!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :(
Paul;-)
life can be a sure mess
needing a cure dress.
Everyone has their day,
we all have our way.
Ways of dealing,
to make a messed up life
more appealing.
It's keep it appealing,
or end up like a pig squealing.
Just before they make ham,
out of a pig called Sam.
Actually his name was Roscoe,
that rhymed with go.
He changed from Sam,
because it rhymed will ham.
Changing his names didn't work,
he still landed on the end of the fork.
It's no mystery,
the poor pigs history.
He never figured he'd end up ham,
in a product called Spam.
Reindeer
peace and love, Carole
Stay happy happy happy.
And keep winning everything in poetry... You's a gooden..
I think this is one of your best! Strong expressions!
Carmen :-)
TX
This poem is a flower to be placed in the VASE of POETRY in the
BASILICA OF THE POETS... "Dark Cloud Of Remembrance" is scented
with the aroma of beauty, and sings under the rhythm of art and
perfection.
I salute You, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Hope it goes away soon! Take care...
Love,
Eileen