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MY FAIRY TALE

As I continue in this journey of 
life
I have become a recluse to 
avoid the strife
But regardless of all my 
dedicated attempt
Every last person that gets 
close is contempt
This betraying sabotaging 
seems a trend
Without support trust 
compassion~there is no friend
There seems to be a breed who 
sucks on soul
Judging criticizing hidden 
enemy their goal
They think hurting failing is 
good game 
But if good game ain't 
money~don't attach my name
It is a sad solitude sorrowful 
thing
Yet I'm secondhand, this is 
their very being
Is this walking living proof of 
the devil
Heartless soulless DECEIVERS 
out to meddle
To think if so much was put 
into 
as much good
Each and every focused on 
being all they should
Where trust love honesty 
security abound
From town to city to state, the 
whole world round
Minding to self tending to own 
and acting grown
Then maybe beyond safe 
haven, heaven on earth would 
be known...


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MY FAIRY TALE

As I continue in this journey of 
life
I have become a recluse to 
avoid the strife
But regardless of all my 
dedicated attempt
Every last person that gets 
close is contempt
This betraying sabotaging 
seems a trend
Without support trust 
compassion~there is no friend
There seems to be a breed who 
sucks on soul
Judging criticizing hidden 
enemy their goal
They think hurting failing is 
good game 
But if good game ain't 
money~don't attach my name
It is a sad solitude sorrowful 
thing
Yet I'm secondhand, this is 
their very being
Is this walking living proof of 
the devil
Heartless soulless DECEIVERS 
out to meddle
To think if so much was put into 
as much good
Each and every focused on 
being all they should
Where trust love honesty 
security abound
From town to city to state, the 
whole world round
Minding to self tending to own 
and acting grown
Then maybe beyond safe 
haven, heaven on earth would 
be known...


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9-11

  I awaken from the dream...never 
can I recall seeing emotional pain 
manifest itself so physically vivid.

  An elderly gent is at the site where 
the World Towers once stood. He is 
accompanied by a faceless elderly 
woman. He falls to his knees and I 
search his face for what emotion 
dropped him. I see nothing, no 
shock, no realization, no nothing. 
His face is blank, bland.
  Upon noticing he isn't rising, the 
woman assists him to his feet. As 
she guides him forward, his face 
crumbles into tearless hysterics, 
silent screams. His chest begins 
begins pounding in rythym to his 
heartbeat as if dealt powerful 
blows. It jerks his chest backwards 
even as his feet carry him forward. 
His arms flail wildly as if palsied.
  I can't tell who he's lost: a son, a 
grandchild, a beloved wife. But, 
then, pain so intense must be for 
the thousands upon thousands that 
have lost their lives and the 
thousands upon thousands left to 
mourn. 
  One death could could not cause 
such physical manifestation of 
agony and pain~such visual 
wrenching and ripping of spirit and 
soul.
              Or could it?
  Perhaps this is the grief felt by 
each and every one left behind 
having bore witness to such 
careless, senseless hatred.


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MY PRAYER

HOW SAD ARE THE PEOPLE WHO WALK THE STREET
HOW POOR ARE THOSE WITH NOTHING TO EAT
HOW LOVED ARE THE CHILDREN WHOSE PARENTS FIGHT
HOW MEAN IS THE DOG WITH THE KNOWN BITE
THEY SAY WE SHOULD BE HAPPY FOR WHAT WE'VE GOT
YET THOSE WHO SAY IT HAVE GOT ALOT
GOD, GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO IGNORE THE GREEDY
TO LOOK AWAY FROM THE EYES SO BEADY
LET ME SEE THE BEAUTY OF THOSE WHO STAND TALL
AND LIVE FOR MY PRIDE
NOT MY GULL.


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Too tired to go on

I've sampled the many fruits of 
life, and dwelled in its many 
woes.
Sailed to different distant 
shores, and witnessed flagrant 
shows.
I've aged too fast before my 
time, but feel that this I must 
do.
In search of something better, 
if not just something new.
Deeply weary to the bone, I 
start stumbling a lot my dear. 
Only hoping for the best, in the 
upcoming year.
Pain and sorrow always follows 
me, despite all reflecting in any 
pond.
Loneliness my only companion, 
probably right into the great 
beyond.
Memories forever taunt me, of 
things done so long ago.
Your face to evermore haunt 
me, as on and on I go.
This journey seeming endless, 
a quest of seeking peace.
This path called life, when will 
it just cease.
Vast troubles and countless 
heartaches, seem to be my 
only gain. 
Love and riches have escaped 
me, in this life's funny game.
Must I keep going and carrying 
on, or may I please finally stop 
and rest, for I am much too 
tired to go on.


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Window Shopper

   There's a world out there full of stuff that ain't mine and I have no access to
   So I stay focused on my small world, me and mine, and do what i do
   Every day and night dealing with hassles, struggles, dysfunction, and fear war
   My own people who've turned against me, turned their back, and not there forever more
   Have now brought the whole wide world into my life of all I do not have and never will
   Making a joke of my youth, of my love, and family until...
   So on my own, utterly alone, I raise my head to look, see
   And the joke must be on me-'cuz this life just adds up to really nothing
   Except making a window shopper of me...


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Lil' Soldier

  As I watch your father, my son, hold your 3 lb. 9 
oz. body over his heart~both of you were content. 
Already you knew each other well.
  I can't believe you were born at six and half 
months into pregnancy yet had no health 
problems! Your lungs working at 100%,
  I see you as a miracle, but your father changes 
that perspective. He makes just as much, if not 
more, sense.
  Looking down at you with eyes full of love, he 
then looks at me and softly says, " He's already 
proven he's a soldier."
  Yes Lil' Soldier, you are tested, tried, and true.
  You are a strong and lucky lil soldier. You couldn't 
have been born to a more dedicated, loving, and 
profound father than the one you got. 
  I delight in knowing how much he will add for 
you to develop into the whole, well rounded, 
spectacular person you will be. Without question.
  And you will be all that~plus much, much more. 
Nothing less, no doubt.
  You already came into this world in a class all 
your own; made your daddy so proud; and 
astounded and amazed an old crippled worn torn 
soul with what I know, already, you will do in this 
life. 
  So, Lil' Soldier, from afar I am cheering you on as 
I listen, watch, wait. Know that I am forever here 
for you if you ever need or want me.
  And I find solace in knowing that I created, from 
scatch, a man, a black man, a good black man 
who knows more than me, who is better than me, 
who sees way more than I saw, and has much 
more to give you than I could give him...
             And he deserves a lil' soldier,
                                  Exactly like you.


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MY FRIEND

WHEN OTHERS THINK 
EXAGGERATION, YOU SEE ITS 
MY IMAGINATION.
INSTEAD OF SUPPORT, i GOT 
SEPERATION, YOU STEPPED UP 
INTO MY DESPERATION.
AS MY SOUL WRITHED IN 
HURT AND PAIN, YOU BEAMED 
SUNSHINE THRU THE RAIN.
WHEN I WAS ISOLATED, SO 
UTERLY ALONE, IT WAS 
ALWAYS YOU RINGING MY 
PHONE.
AND WHEN I FELT MY LIFE 
WAS AT WITS END, I 
ROUNDED THE BEND~AND 
THERE AGAIN, ITS YOU, MY 
FRIEND.


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To be or not to be

His voice was sexy~comforting.
His articulation spoke business, 
yet had undercurrents of the 
streetwise.
He sought my attention and 
diligently delved into the depths 
of my spirit and soul. 
He claimed he "got me", said 
he adored who I am.
He softly said he believed we 
were meant to be. 
That we shared mind sets, 
beliefs, values...our souls.
Hour upon hour, day upon day 
we excitedly talked.
Hope I didn't know existed, 
glimmered.
I had resolved that the gift of a 
soulmate wasnt for me this 
lifetime!
Happiness swelled then 
blossomed.
All fear to love was gone.
Trust, devotion, faith, loyalty 
just fell naturally into place.
Then, without a trace, it 
vanished, disappeared.
It was just a game of 
seduction.
He saw a challenge and had to 
conquer.
It was his source of amusement 
and how he measured his 
manhood.
And he'd become so adept at it, 
it seemed to bother him.
The writhing and ripping of my 
soul was redundant to him.
My emotional agony 
uninteresting. 
I HAD QUIT CASUAL SEX ONLY 
TO GET FUCKED ANYWAY...


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No Friend

I found in you the mother I 
never had.
You were the only one there 
when I lost my dad.
Always there when I needed 
you.
Not far when I wanted you too.
It was from you that I got 
courage when I had none.
It was you who pushed back 
my tears and let me have fun.
Twenty four seven you were 
with me.
Happy or sad you just let me 
be.
But in reality, you were really 
no friend.
And I face six years of running, 
it's got to end.
I must push you out and far, far 
away.
I can no longer rely on you~not 
even one more day.
Back to the light, the real world 
I walk. 
All the years of avoided 
emotions to deal with in bulk. 
You're not my family! You're 
the enemy! No friend!
You took six years and all it 
contained without amend!
You were all consuming~the 
loyalist I've ever seen. 
But go far away, get out of me!
        METHAMPHETAMINE!


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