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Details | Rhyme |

Whoops, I forgot to comment

Whoops, I forgot to comment
Upon that nice poem you wrote
Please don't take it personally
My reasons are many, take note

It's too long, I'm easily bored
It's not really what I expected
I though it might have rhymed a bit
So now I'm a little dejected

I've nothing special to say
When clearly others do
Perhaps I've missed the meaning
Or have a different point of view

Occasionally I'm just stuck for words
Stop laughing it's often true!
I've just run out of pleasantries
To pass on what is due

Your poem I'm sure is wonderful
I'm sorry I failed to say
How beautiful are, the visions you give
I'll tell you another day

Contest entry for “Comments Verses View”

Copyright © Nick Bagnall | Year Posted 2010

Details | Verse |

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them

Copyright © Green Trees | Year Posted 2012

Details | Narrative |


The rain slides off my hair,

soaking me wet.

The sky seems to be crying over me,

I don't care.

In the middle of nowhere,

without no soul to speak with.

Should I embrace my fear?

Tears are coming,

though not mine.

But I await my fate,

inpatient for all to end,

not worried for ones deathly drop.

I never had my laughing days on this smiling planet,

nor smiled at gracing sunsets.

No need for me to be where I have my wrongly self being,

in a world that doesn't want me in it!

Can't I be free?

escape, without it not labelled a sin?

My words doesn't breach a sound!

Am I bound to disappear with just one argument?

I now don't feel the need to fear,

useless waste from above.

But I do regret for what soon my breathless body didn't become,

maybe in the end it'll turn out to be all I was.

They will finally see,

a lost poet.

Instead you'll be seeing tears in my lifeless eyes,

like fallen old crusty papers,

with no expressions,

nor emotions of any kind that suits your almighty mind,

for ever no sense.

Throw away my heart and mind into dark flames of hell!

Feel my fury from the heat of not understanding!

All vanished within my last dying breath.

Don't cry for me,

cry for yourself.

Dead writing,

like me forever,

I was........


Copyright © Ryan Jackson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |


i don't wanna sit here 
in the garden, without you 
i don't want to be here 
falling apart, waiting for you 
cause i'm sick and tired 
of existing here, without you dear 
hanging onto nothing, hoping for something 

we're not adam and eve 
oh why can't you see 
how much i need you 
so hard to believe 
yet cannot conceive 
how much i love you 
i won't say sorry 
doesn't mean a damn thing 
cause you don't love me 
we can never be 

i'm not gonna stand here 
all evening, without a clue 
i'm not gonna be here 
sweetheart, bleeding just for you 
cause i'm sick and tired 
of burning here, without you dear 
hanging onto nothing, hoping for something 

we're not adam and eve 
oh why can't you see 
how much i need you 
so hard to believe 
yet cannot conceive 
how much i love you 
i won't say sorry 
doesn't mean a damn thing 
cause you don't love me 
we can never be 

you're not adam, 
more like the snake 
you're the phantom, 
that haunts me 
you can't be adam 
more like the snake 
you're the phantom, 
ripping my heart away 

we're not adam and eve 
oh why can't you see 
how much i need you 
so hard to believe 
yet cannot conceive 
how much i love you 
i won't say sorry 
doesn't mean a damn thing 
cause you don't love me 
we can never be

Copyright © William Boyd | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

My savior

It’s been years and I did nothing but watch the walls crack
I look everywhere and see a glimpse of things I missed
I try to go back to do things that was undone
But what’s in the past can never be undone
I’m so littler now
Stuck in the jail of my heart 
Broking to pieces 
Barely breathing
weeping bitterly for my savior 

I’m sorry for I left you for so long
I’m ashamed of holding you
You were the only one who gets me
You’ve always been here through my ups and downs
And I simply walked away from you
I always exploded all my feelings to you
You did nothing but listen 
Never judge me with a glance
I’ve hit you
Threw you
Broke you
You’ve always forgave me 
And came back 

You always knew what was really there
I didn’t need to show you for you to see
I spilled my heart to you 
Without even saying a word
You just simply knew
You helped me find my words 
To show the world 
As it is from my heart
For they need lots of words to understand 

With just a movement of my hand
You helped me draw my dreams my thoughts my unspoken words 
On these wet forgotten papers	
Gave it a new life 
A new story to share

I promise ill never leave you again 
Forgive me, My Pen My savior

Copyright © Nesma Alnsour | Year Posted 2011

Details | Dramatic monologue |


Every day, my life has been filled with regret. I should've found true love somewhere in
America when I had that first chance. I regret being diagnosed with autism, mild MR
(mental retardation), and OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) at the age of three. I also
regret not having a real-life girlfriend from another state, especially the State of
California. It seemed that I had an unfair advantage or whatever. Of course, I had a
somewhat good childhood, but it was almost as messed up as someone else's. The only reason
why my life is filled with plenty of regret is because I was supposed to have a perfect
life. I was also supposed to get everything right, that would've included my childhood.
Now, instead of being rich beyond my dreams and being a college graduate, I'm stuck with a
boring life. And even though I have no girlfriend or no job as of right now, the ones from
my past, it's them that I really feel sorry for. And those girls from my middle school
years and my high school years, it's them that I feel so sorry for, too. It makes me sick,
just thinking about a lot of regrets. But what I really regret most of all is that I
should've done something a long time ago, but there's nothing I can do about my past; it's
already done. Right now, I wish that my life wasn't filled with regret and that I knew
what my life would be like if I was born perfect and that I were to walk in someone
else's shoes.

Copyright © Brashard Bursey | Year Posted 2011

Details | I do not know? |

Life In Squalor

Squatters acquire the land
And no questions are asked.

Hovers litter the place
And open drains greet the eyes.

Stench queezes the life
But sellers defy the odour;
Frequent epidemic and death,
But the population continues to grow.

Nobody to care;
No questions are asked;
Sheer naked life,
Ever ready for the end.

Copyright © NWANDO OBIANYOR | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |

Sorry This is a Boring Poem, Or conversation, Or Whatever

I start to initiate a conversation,
written with myself, in the dark
late November clouds,
and it's quiet and still
judgemental, just as always
in the solitude of being
socially obliged-

Yet, this is a boring poem,
or conversation, because 
no drama rears its ugly head
and the decapitated head
has already long fallen
rolling, rolling, rolling-
But it'll be back!
don't you worry
your pretty little head off,

this path must meet
with physics and science
and the obscene geometry
that dictates
the virile trajectory
of relapse, 
I just wanted to talk or write,
or whatever.

Copyright © Ph.d Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2011

Details | Couplet |

The Monster

The monster became a living, walking nightmare
my dive into insanity, no longer perfect, containing a blank stare

I should resist, the monster will find me, run away with me
Pretend to hear my meager complaints, force me to see what I'm afraid to see

Blame and guilt, volleying right and left, up and down
It's crashing me closer, with every step, I'm falling to the ground

It's all a game, just play along, play the game, play it well
Brimming confidence, dissolved in thoughts, of what? I won’t tell

Demons, devil born souls, run quick, run fast, stand my ground
No sense of fear, n sense of foreboding, not even a slight sound

High speed, pursuit of hell, bent on going, bent on crashing
Giving into the power, life's faster, lights flashing

Crash and torment me again, my eyes close after all
The beginning of the end for me, feeling numb after the fall

Is there a way out? I'm different, distant and moved on
Listen to the water, calling, coaxing into death, I'm gone

Endless, empty cloud; dreamless oblivion; oxygen, exhalation
Am I dead? Still alive? Broken into pieces, I need motivation

Reality closes in, walls me in; until there’s nothing there
Death comes behind me, containing a blank stare.

Copyright © Candice Vega | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |

My Crazy Neighbour

Sitting after I finished my studies
Started thinking 
Looking at the closed window facing me
I wanted to write
Do I write about Life or Politics?
The drops started hitting the window
The echo made me think

I decided to write about my studies
A way of thinking
But the darkness outside that I see,
And the drops fight 
Do I write anyway or fear politics?
I looked at my pens, maybe they know
I sipped some of my drink

I see the light and thunder and light dies
I ceased drinking
Maybe after all, the problem is me
People out there fight
But is fighting and killing, politics?
A feel something moving, wants to grow
How do I think?

Why my neighbour does shout? He cries.
I started thinking
"If I respected him, he would have respected me"
This savage wants to fight
I shouted, shut up I don't fight lunatics.
He saw the picture in fact I know
The picture, I think.

I draw his daughter. You bastard, he cries
I started winking
The picture offended him, I know. See
I draw what I please, my right
My freedom. Why do my hand panics?
You Stink

He entered furious pulled my shirt
Told me he will show my real sex by pulling my skirt
My hands were alert
But damn the one who is wrong is the one hurt

I am writing now my hands trembling
Why did I start it since I can't end it?

Copyright © Ahmad Magdy | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

Untitled II

I interpret what I see
hoping that it's on target
you hope it's what is accepted
or is it?
I read you and then you disappear
no answer
oh dear...did I cross the line?
quickly I try to amend my words with more words
have to be heard...when reading was the culprit
or was it?
oh the written word...(sigh)
IMs become obselete since there's no one 
to answer to...
so I write to plead my case
hoping to propitiate the soul
that may have been hurt.
But then again...
did I misinterpret the no answer?

Copyright © Karena Brown | Year Posted 2007

Details | Triolet |


Only John Wayne officianados will recognize that is is based
on a line used in his film, "Rio Bravo".

"I'm sorry."  "Sorry don't get it done, Dude."

 Far be it for me to tell anyone what to say,
 But, there comes a time when the line has to play.

"I'm sorry."  "Sorry don't get it done, Dude."

 Yes, they are words we use along the way
 Sometimes they are difficult, aren't they?

"I'm sorry."  "Sorry don't get it done, Dude."

 Far be it for Me...to tell ANYONE what to say!

 To all of those to whom I have hurt over the years
 knowingly or not I can only say, "I'm truly Sorry."

Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010

Details | Narrative |

Beauty and the Unpublished Author

Far away in a little town tucked in the corner of a map
Lives the girl who ruined his heart
And broke his life

While with him she would smile and laugh so sweet
Tender as only she could be
In his heart she lit even the corners so deep

With time she became his definition of life
In all he did he had her in mind
Life wasn’t life without him seeing her smile

As moments grew into weeks
The flower of his heart started to reveal its wilt
In her eyes no longer was the sparkle he was used to seeing

Winds carried awful odour of their disorder
Tales went round of her illicit exploits behind the counter
The man with the shop at the corner savoured all the honey she offered

At first he dismissed the whispers with laughter
But soon he discovered he was the only one on the other side of reality’s border
Yes indeed, another prince had taken over

Trouble was how sincerely he loved her
Problem was that even she had only love to offer
Issue was he hadn’t yet sold a dime of the books he authored

Copyright © Wiseton Prins | Year Posted 2011

Details | Dramatic Verse |

Princess Diana

(Dedicated to Princess Diana who died August 31, 1997.)

If she hadn't gotten divorced and killed, she would've become Britain's quuen.
Princess Diana was one of the finest women we've ever seen.
The Paparazzi was chasing her and that's what got her killed.
She had a horrible car wreck when she tried to lose them, sadly her fate was 

When she died in 1997, it made us all sad.
She was one of the best princesses Britain ever had.
Diana was charming and she had grace.
She made the world a better place.

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |

World Cutup

what from the founder Aesop fell
	vital spark of heavenly flame
	unto my thinking thou beheld'st all works

	Who ever weeps somewhere out in the world
	Yellow butterflies 
A dream of Venus 
	let nothing disturb thee
	music first and foremost of all
Mystical Strains unheard 
No, I am not, as other are 
since I am convinced 
	hoping all the time 
I arise from dreams of thee 
	Here , Where the world is quiet 
	For many thousand ages 
	Break Break Break 
	Far as Man can see 
lest you should think that verse shall die 
	A Thing which fades 
	I found at daybreak yester morn 
 low on chromed cloud 
		open to me 
		Remember what past 
Pity! Mourning plaintive tone 
Since I am convinced 
	That time , I see you passing by 
Thou art one , The first of every number and foundation of every structure 
	Break Break Break.

Copyright © George Stal | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

Face Take Two

understanging nothing 
of radios,
cars or aristocratic
past to
w-/ out figures
turning from 
an ambigious image
To suggest 
it is easy to concede 
behind barbwire fences.

...Years ago ; memory....
sober in the spotlight
Facts that 
are for once 
cherished in a world.

Reluctant to 
beneath democratic 
just Hold you 
a foreign face.

Copyright © George Stal | Year Posted 2011

Details | Epitaph |

keegan armstrong

Here lies the body of keegan armstrong
who has nothing but a feeble arm
Not for work but daily meal raise
After a plentiful meal,he sits calm
Boasting of how strong his arm could be

Copyright © akadiri lekan | Year Posted 2007

Details | Verse |

Turmoil of a sleepless night

Turmoil Of A Sleepless Night

The days are tiring I feel but the night will set me free, 
I fall on my bed unfold my legs and again you haunt me! 
It’s the end of the month I thought you would speak, 
But you didn’t, so my pen, your might I must seek! 
I lie on my bed my mind so full of thoughts, 
I try to avoid as I remember the words of Frost, 
But futile it runs because he spoke in happy verses, 
And my heart bleeds in tears - serving as curses! 
Your sweet smiling face haunts me here, 
I am sleepless, you must be sleeping, I wonder! 
The lights have been put off, its devilish dark around, 
and my life with my dead hopes mewling on the ground! 
My eyes are shut but I see you stand, 
Between your hands you hold my hand, 
And pressing my little finger again you repeat ‘great’, 
Your eyes were the same I inhaled a sighful breath! 
You were happy-happy as earlier, 
We were together and between us no barrier, 
again you talked and smiled like before, 
We talked and we read and again talked more! 
Just when my life was back like a ray of sunbeam, 
My sleep broke and found out it was just another dream, 
and again the struggle is starting inside my mind, 
I wish I had no dream-I wish I were blind! 
And so I sit writing this when my mind is at a civil fight, 
to find little fragments of peace in this sleepless night! 
Saket Suman

Copyright © saket suman | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |

Twisted Ankle

I twisted an ankle
On a word,
One I used,
Not one I heard...

The pain rose straight up
the spine
Because that foolish word
was solely mine

When brain and mouth
Of two different a land 
Stangers to the other
Cover my mouth with my hand...

I twisted an ankle
I hurt someone
Oh, foolish man
What have you done?

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008

Details | Light Poetry |

Blow hard Sorry but I must

Writing, writing until I’m dead

Trying to remember what I said

Like a river words do flow

My mouth comes open out they blow

Sometime the wind howls so great

Blow hard is what I hear it state

You know that kind of hurts my soul

For I swear that’s never been my goal

Communication the elusive dream

All together on a kindness team 
I write of darkness to which we must hark

To drive it away I’ll endless bark

Never my intention to hurt not one

I do it because I must, and it is fun

For all I have unconditional love

I do it because I was instructed from above

So to you I now say goodbye

Won’t be gone long so please don’t cry

Copyright © Gregory Cox | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

Metaphysical cutup

It is not that I love you less
When first my lines of heavenly Joyes
made mention 
	through regions farr divided 
see with what simplicity 
      see! With what constant motion
Philosophers have measured mountains 
Man, dreame no more of curious mysteries
	Oh wearisome condition of humanity !
Oh might Nothing ! Unto thee 
O Joyes ! Infinite sweetness! With what flowers
	Must I then see, with what busie heart 
	Heare mee, O God!
Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with teares
				Busie old fool , unruly sunne
    Absent from thee I languish still 
O sweet and bitter monuments of paine
	Out upon it , I have lov'd  
Sweet day , so cool , so calm , so bright 
	where do these voices stray 
like to the falling of a starre
Poet and Saint ! To thee alone are given
A ward , and still in bonds, one day

All my past life is mine no more 
	How vainly men themselves amaze
dazel'd thus with height of place 
	Here lies wise and valiant dust.

Copyright © George Stal | Year Posted 2011

Details | Lyric |


eventually everything loses its touch
eventually everyone gets rid of their lust
and when you can no longer pretend
that everything eventually comes to an end

it'll all come down in a bad way
no one not even you can stop fate
so why bother why even try
because all of us will eventually die

im not stupid
im not going to believe their lies
im not naive 
and im not going to give in this time

trouble all of us will eventually meet
i guess you think a fool i must be
but the truth is so full of heat
the odds i guess no one can beat

im not stupid
im not going to believe their lies
im not naive 
and im not going to give in this time

and this pain fills me
wishing i could escape this destiny
but whats meant to happen will
i wonder how does that make you feel

the truth makes you so pail
slowly we're losing to this hell
in this life we're all going to fail
and we can't escape this jail

baby listen to me yell

im not stupid
im not going to believe their lies
im not naive 
and im not going to give in this time

eventually you will give up 
eventually your words will be left in the dust
eventually you will lose your shameful lust
while everything has already lost its touch

Copyright © William Boyd | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme |

Nothing that I miss

I grew up on the right side
          Of the wrong side of the tracks
I hit the ground running
          With no thought of looking back
First I ran from town to town
          Then from pen to pen
Caught up in an endless game
          There is no way to win
Then on day while I was banging
          My head against the wall
I realized the only way to win
          Don’t play the game at all
Today that seems so long
          Though it was just the other day
That my beloved lab and I
          Had to go our separate ways
Some days when I’m alone
           I can hear it call
As every vein in my body
          Suddenly starts to crawl
My demons have been many
          As I walk with my ghost
Friends that I knew and loved
         Gave their lives to the host
As I look into the mirror
         At my tattoo brands
Reminders of the other day
          When I was a different man
On the right side of my chest
           Is my gangster patch
In the world of prison gangs
          B.C.G. is hard to match
A break off from the brotherhood
          It’s an assassin’s brand
And every time I look at it
          I wonder, “Am I forever damned”
I guess it’s neither hear nor there
          It simply is my past
And I beat it down everyday
         To make my future last
It’s all about “just one more day”
         One second at a time
As the battle rages on
         Up in this heart of mine
“Just one more day” has worked for me
         As I lace up my shoes
It’s been one thousand one hundred seventy one
         Since I last wore prison blues
The trials have been many
          It’s hard to conquer fate
When you do know it’s true
          Inside you do feel great
And about my crawling veins
         Just one thing to say
Once again I used my pen
         To write them away
I think now I’ll go inside
         Give my wife a kiss
Answer the question she ask of me
         Nothing of that life that I miss

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |

When "Sorry" Seems Lame

Sorry if I made you worry.
To doubt or question me.
It's totally understandable.
And even I can this see.

Sorry if I hurt someone,
Somewhere in my past.
Sorry if I felt hurt as well.
And the pall it did once cast.

Sorry for your troubles,
So much deeper than are mine,
Sorry for sin and anger
And for those who feel just fine
After tearing hearts to pieces
To fling into the sky
And kill the innocent,
Makes one want to cry

For those we lose, and mourn
Those we wish were never born
Those sick of being sick
And tired of wondering why,
Those who cry to live forever,
And those who want to die...

Life can seem brutal,
Nasty and unfair
Makes you sometimes wonder,
Why you should even care

But a minute of true love
Makes up for all that pain and sorrow
And a taste of unselfish caring
Makes one want to live again tomorrow

Beyond my understanding
Beyond the wisest soul,
Simply beyond the scope of knowing,
Something just a goal

To taste a taunting hint,
To half understand in momentary flash
But never quite get it all
As hopes of such do dash
Upon the rocks of failure
As yet once again
We crash

So "Sorry" is a word
Too hard to understand
And far too often flung,
In words that seem off-hand.

Copyright © tom bell | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |


 I guess an apology,
is the order of the day,
too many words, written,
taken the wrong way.
The beauty of poetry,
is you can, say how
you feel.
It may seem right at 
the time, when emotions,
are high.
having calmed down,
I ask my self why.
I am hot blooded, let
my words fly,
but I swear I wouldn't,
hurt a fly.
This is the only way I know.
to say sorry ,
for hurting you so.
for you, 
you, know!

Copyright © carl dunford | Year Posted 2008

Details | Rhyme |

Forgive my Poetry

Sorry my poetry is not that complex
 Using metaphorical phrases intended to perplex.
 Excuse my poetry for being too emotional
 And sometimes made to be highly sexual.
 My bad my poetry can be quite depressing.
 The topic of abuse I'm always addressing.
 Relationships gone bad, a painful childhood,
 Poems that very rarely focus on the good.
 I apologize if, to you, my poems may lack depth.
 Your bad for lacking the quality of breadth.
 Sorry if my rhyme scheme isn't to your liking.
 Sorry if you don't enjoy anything about my writing.
 So sorry for the scarcity of slick alliteration.
 Sorry! if there, happens to be; "incorrect" (punctuation). 
Oh, pardon me for the flow being so rough.
 Not having enough syllables must be tough stuff.
 Yeah, my erotica is raw, so sorry to offend.
 I thought my sex on paper was pretty well penned.
 So sorry my poems can get a little long.
 I don't find my haikus to be very strong.
 If you haven't noticed, my sorries are sarcastic.
 I don't care how you feel about them one bit.
 Before you get an attitude, let me tell you why.
 Constant Truth stays truthful and she doesn't like to lie.
 My poetry comes from a place of hurt and pain.
 It's very therapeutic and keeps me mentally sane.
 My poetry comes from the core of my soul,
 To inspire others is my ultimate goal.
 My poetry is genuine and truly heartfelt
 Meant to make the coldest of cold hearts melt.
 Poetry is abstract, not meant to be concrete.
 Open up your mind, you're in for a real treat.
 Excuse my ramblings, I just had to apologize
 For writing poems that the close-minded despise.

Copyright © Constance Gilmore | Year Posted 2012

Details | Epic |

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day

Shall I compare thee to a hellish hound?
Thou art more lovely but of the same mind.
Rough winds may shake you but you won’t be downed.
As summer divided us, I was blind.

Copyright © Kelvinita Ng | Year Posted 2012

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His Biggest Fan, Even in Sorrow

My heart is heavy,
down to the depths of my soul,
and I want to cry out,
for this disenchantment is taking it's toll.

My sorrow is evident,
my disappointment too,
how can something that came from me,
think so little about what they do.

To them its a passing moment,
a quick step in time,
but the consequences can be grave,
if they continue along this line.

Will what's going on 
to a serious crime lead,
or is just a teen curiosity?
Will he from this lesson take heed?

I can only advise him,
and direct him as best I can,
letting him know my disappointment,
and still assuring him I'm his biggest fan.

Copyright © Rose Marie Heth | Year Posted 2006

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Sorrow , my companion, how you bear such burden,
the weight of broken hearts,
the sea of endless tears.
Such is my thoughts, they my tormentors,
my mind, turning, wheeling,
where is there reason.

The knowing of wrong cannot change the coarse.
My heart , tis laden with delusionment, and disenchantment,
Yet the pain, by far , ouy ways these.

As I reminiss here , amongst melancholy and sadness ,
I feel such longing , torment , pulling at me,
How do I escape.

I know the heart will heal with time,
and the body will still bear ,
But not the threads of my mind ,
No stretch of fabric can mend that tear.

Clement Hardy

Copyright © Clement Hardy | Year Posted 2006