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Carmen Castro Poem
I get so frustrated with the voices in my head
They seem to tell stories when I'm ready for bed
They sound so amazing I should write this all down
But as soon as I locate a pen I don't hear a sound
Tell me the story repeat it again
I'll write it on paper and share with my friends
I try to remember but to no avail
Papers get crumbled because memory fails
Frustration seeps in I almost give up
The voices are asleep so I'm just out of luck
But then I remember just one little line
The rest I just wing it to make the poem rhyme
Copyright © Carmen Castro | Year Posted 2012
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Carmen Castro Poem
Tears on my face pouring down like the rain
A past that always haunts me like a stubborn stain
Heart tore to pieces in so much pain
Lips on my face that no longer smile
Laughter in my soul not heard in a while
Spirit so beaten it refuses to stand
Future so far I can't grasp in my hand
Things happen in life I don't comprehend
I wish I could write nice sappy poems
Of love and the future, and a house that's a home
Tired of replaying this same sad song
Not being so weak and standing up strong
Then I would be writing of things I don't feel
Then this poem would be something that to me is not real
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I'm a Hispanic because that's what I'm branded...
I'm not a race I'm but a culture...
I'm but a mixture conquered by vultures...
I'm these urban streets that flow within me...
I'm from an island that I rarely see...
I'm born and bred a natural survivor...
I'm not a color for that's a divider...
I'm but a being spirit real strong...
I'm but a mixture African, Indian, White...
I'm but a person blessed with true sight ...
I'm but a warrior prepared for a fight...
I'm but a culture my race is all mixed...
Spaniards on a quest that came over on ships...
I'm but of mixed slaughtered beautiful races...
Embedded with this language from foreign places ...
I Speak a language that came from blood shed...
The Indian and African in me will never be dead...
I'm a loud voice a candle that burns...
I'm but a sponge that absorbs as I learn...
I'm but a culture a bunch of lost tribes...
I am what I am till the day I die...
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Hell on earth is what I see
A whole world run on greed
Deception shooting out of so many voices
Politicians that pretend that we have choices
This great nation of the free
Slaughtered sons out at war left to bleed
Decepted into believing they fight for us
The great land that they trust
Do they fight for freedom?
Because we are free
They fight for bankers souless greed
Sons of this land die on foreign soil
So politicians and bankers can reap the spoils
Many lives lost for what??
Because of lies that we are taught
This great land of the free
To bad it doesn't apply to you or me
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The anger in the world is so overwhelming
My eye's are so open and there is no use pretending
That we're forced fed the bad, and now evil's prevailing
It makes me assume that this world is soon ending
Please open your eyes, heart, and your ears.
The media is trying to over flood us with fear
Fears like a poison that now runs through your veins
When we live in fear nothings attained
Rip fear out your minds and so much is gained
Then they'll fear us when this world is retained
By Carmen Castro
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This darkness my choice for taking all the wrong turns
My guiding fire just flickers it no longer burns
My eyes are the windows to my inner soul
These windows wide open let in nothing but cold
My brain is my prison for it's in control
My heart slowly fading as my body grows old
This body my casket, my spirit lies still
My eyes mourn my death with these tears I spill
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Sometimes I think that I'm insane
Trapped inside my lonely brain
Only trained to stay in pain
In my mind things stay the same
Nothing intrigues me the whole worlds lame
Crazy thoughts consume my brain
Trapped in thoughts no sign of time
Feeling like I'm left behind
Implanted with this negative seed
I doubt that I will ever succeed
I long to burst out from this bubble of pain
And free my self from my poisoned brain
Nothing to lose, so much to gain
To see the beauty in this world
To get rid of this heavy shell
This heavy shell that slows me down
That keeps my head bowed to the ground
That makes me feel like I'm in hell
Please someone free me from this somber spell
By Carmen Castro
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Carmen Castro Poem
I stand here strong this mighty oak, watching my leaves sway as the wind blows.
It starts just like a normal day until I decide to test my strength.
I yell out "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT, I'M GOING NO WHERE I'VE BEEN HERE FROM THE START"
"I'M STRONGER THEN YOU I'VE BEEN HERE SINCE BIRTH MY ROOTS EMBEDDED WITHIN THIS EARTH".
"YELL AND SCREAM AND TEST YOUR MIGHT, I'M A STURDY TREE AND WILL PUT UP A FIGHT!!!
The wind yells back: YOU ARROGANT TREE, YOU DARE TO ACTUALLY TRY AND TEST ME?
All of a sudden the wind unleashes it's wrath and this oak tree is right in it's path.
This mighty tree begins to sway and all it's leaves just blow away
The tree laughs and screams again " IS THAT ALL YOU GOT"?
The wind gathers strength and in one big gust this mighty oak begins to thrust.
This grand old oak begins to fall for the wind has lifted it roots and all.
It lays on the ground to wither away for another so called giant just got slayed.
BY CARMEN CASTRO
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Carmen Castro Poem
Today is your birthday many will hold you near
Instead of celebrating I'm holding back these tears
I miss you everyday but today it hits me more
Losing a true friend someone that I adored
I wish that you were celebrating surrounded by your kids
I often feel there pain and know your truly miss
I guess I'll light a candle and say a special prayer
I'll think of happy thoughts and times that we have shared
I want to thank you Nancy for being in my life
Even though your no longer here I hold you close inside
Happy Birthday Nancy I yell this out with pride
For even though your body is gone your spirit never dies
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Seeking attention at the cost of degradation
Self made popularity at the price humiliation
Constant flood of people with little self respect
Looking for acceptance that you'll later regret
Things that were once sacred put out on display
The new entertainment now you get judged for days
Smiles and acceptance soon turns into despair
A reputation ruined that you can not repair
Beware of your actions because that is how you'll be perceived
Now you sit there hollow another soul deceived
Copyright © Carmen Castro | Year Posted 2012
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