Take me with you when I go.
When I'm laid to rest beneath the blades of grass,
A marble stone to mark my place.
Don't stop too long to grieve for me.
Go forward with your dreams;
Find your place in this world.
On your wedding day, look within;
You'll see me there.
I'll have a smile, a hope, a tear of joy.
When your child is born,
take a moment to pause
to be with me.
I'll be there with pride.
I'll share your pain.
Think of me along the way.
Take me with you when I go.
By William P. Darnell Sr.
Copyright © William Darnell Sr. | Year Posted 2013
The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree,
As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me.
The battle had been long and hard and lasted through the night
And scored of figured on the ground lay still by mornings light.
"I wonder if you'd help me, sir", he smiled as best he could.
"A sip of water on this morn would surely do me good.
We fought all day and fought all night with scarcely any rest-
A sip of water for I have a small pain in my chest."
As I looked at him, I could see the large stain on his shirt
All reddish-brown from his warm blood mixed with dirt.
"Not much", he said."I count myself more lucky that the rest
They're all gone while I just have a small pain in my chest."
"Must be fatigue", he weakly smiled. "I must be getting old.
I see the sun is shinning bright and yet I'm feeling cold.
We climbed the hill two-hundred strong, but as we cleared the crest,
The night exploded and I felt this small pain in my chest."
I looked around to get some aid-the only things I found
Were big, deep craters in the earth-bodies on the ground.
"I kept on firing at them sir. I tried to do my best,
But finally I sat down with this small pain in my chest."
"What would my wife be thinking of her man so strong and grown,
If she could see me sitting here, too weak to stand alone?
Could my mother have imagined, as she held me to her breast,
That I'd be sitting here one day with this pain in my chest?"
"Can it be getting dark so soon?" He winced up at the sun.
"Its growing dim and I thought that the day had just begun.
I think, before I travel on, I'll get a bit of rest.....
And, quietly, the boy died from that small pain in his chest.
I don't recall what happened then. I think I must have cried
I put my arms around him and pulled him to my side
And, as I held him to me, I could feel our wounds were pressed
The large one in my heart against the small one in his chest.
Copyright © ashley palmer | Year Posted 2012
Tell me it isn't true
That he didn't hurt you too
Tell me that your not crying
Please tell me your lying
Why I ask you
Why I say
Why should this happen today
Onlt 13 years
Now we shead 13 tears
Will my soul recover
My days and nights gets longer
Wondering if my days will get shorter
Feeling my heart getting heavy
The wish to hear his voice is driving me crazy
In loving memory Christopher Monte' Rivera
Copyright © Alesha Roche' | Year Posted 2007
yes, I am lonely enough to die;
lonely enough to cry;
lonely enough to ask Myself 'why'?
yes, I am lonely enough to say goodbye!
Everybody wants to live forever;
its what i wanted never;
the thing i wanted ever;
but nobody loved me like forever.
Nobody wants to die;
Nobody wants to cry;
its Me who wanted this all to try;
and thats the reason why every second i die!
Its the most difficult thing to realize,
when you yourself wants to be killed by a knife;
is it really swift to live such a life;
NO! as you know you have to be wise!
Can't even attempt something like suicide;
cause my religion is still walking beside.
its makes me feel scared side by side,
what if i died and nobody cried!
Still there is something to which I am tied;
but umpteen times i have lied;
and umpteen times i have cried;
as i really not find this world wide.
As I told you i never was clever;
so now I am saying GOODBYE FOREVER!
Copyright © mahvash A.M.U. | Year Posted 2012
I was there
On my way to Laflin when the 55th and Garfield bus slowed down.
He should have been passed out from excitement like other 10 year olds playing
football in vacant lots,basketball in streets, and baseball with wooden sticks.
Instead on his way to gas station
collar bone caught bullet like a bleeding brown mitt.
He never made it to first base safe, he never made it home.
I sat there in blue and black CTA seats
and I wished he was struck by a
be-be, paint ball, or tranquilizer gun
but no they simply snatched back cocked metal and released.
He lied there surrounded
face had grazed grass
and when his mother saw him she wished she could resist what purples saw.
with a certificate to prove his end.
She pawed at his white outline
pleading he would breath life, but when i didn't she wept.
I was restricted to step off bus and on to pavement,
so i had to let my eyes listen
to how blue lights and smudged tears didn't compliment the tragedy.
I mean I was stuck to scene because of the caution tape
and the ambulance
and the way his stretcher jumped as he was being taken to the morgue.
Pedestrians though it was over until they fled like that little boys mother when she
heard her sons blood had been scrambled on the boulevard.
Police mans knees blasted to chest as they chased for blocks ones who failed to
follow: THOU SHALL NOT KILL!
I kept riding past Halsted then on to Racine finally came to Laflin stepped off bus,
looked at the bullet whole in the street sign then asked
what is the purpose of you holding hand high and think u have the right to kill.
Copyright © Rebecca Johnson | Year Posted 2007
I'm gonna draw a picture
A picture with a twist
I'll draw it with a razor blade
I'll draw it on my wrist
As I draw this picture
A fountain will appear
And as that fountain flows
My troubles disappear
Copyright © Tyffani Paceley | Year Posted 2007
Lost in life,
In an attempt at success,
Total confusion with every breath i take,
Living in an up kind of mood can be so, so memorising.
While living through a down is so, so much more horrifying,
Time wait's for nobody and doesn't slow my heart,
It still beat's as my blood flow's through my cold, cold body.
We all choose a path in life,
Mine was misery,
Since i made that choice everything else is history,
My mind throbbing with doubt,
Numb with so, so much pain.
That choice so, so long ago,
Left me filled with so much shame,
If i am so happy,
And destined to so many great thing's,
Then why am i in so much pain?
Copyright © shantae Ortega | Year Posted 2013
When you lose a big, important game,
you feel like the world has turned on you,
like it is your fault,
you feel down,
and wonder why this had to happen,
were you ready?
Instead of thinking about what you did wrong,
and focusing on that it was your fault,
think about what YOU could do better,
how things could have turned around
And maybe, just maybe those things will come true.
Copyright © Tiffany Denger | Year Posted 2015
Bitter by ; being mentally bruised and battered most of my life,
shaken with fright without a single soul to help me
through the troubles unseen horrors of the night,
from an evil source that I fear to strike.
But as the evil forces, who limited my choices
that when I found my stallion horses.
Swiftly it came to my head I can run and I cannot hide,
feeling the Beast closing in on every time I decide to hide.
Tired of running and tired of alluding this
relentless creep as my red bolt eyes weep
feeling rest-less, likes a lonely defeated warrior from his home in retreat
that is when I knew it time to rest, to release my Beast.
But in a fight, I may not win however as I cast out my dirty words sin
I made sure it felt my impact, to the bloody end.
by Keith Kadell
Copyright © Keith Relf | Year Posted 2013
when you cry, your tears become my fear and i wish to die. If you are sad, you are
killing me so slowly drowning in your tears, lonely i felt when you weren't with me. You
that you made a wound, for me it was a hole in my heart, it hurt me being not seeing you
good, between every thing a smile of you is everything i wish to see.
Copyright © yohan mantilla | Year Posted 2006
Logon ko ekjut kar raha tha, kabhi socha na tha.
‘Missile’ udaane chala,
Logon ko ek misaal de raha tha, kabhi socha na tha.
Daudta chala, girta chala, sambhalta chala, phir udta chala.
Akela chala jaa raha tha,
Karodon log mere saath chalne lagenge, kabhi socha na tha.
Main bas kuch lafz bol raha tha,
Log use kuraan maan baithenge, kabhi socha na tha.
Aankhen band kar aakhri saansein gin raha tha,
Kuch ummeed bhari aankho ko aansuon se bhar chala jaa raha tha, kabhi socha na tha, kabhi socha na tha.
- Srujana Satyavada
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Copyright © Srujana Satyavada | Year Posted 2015
Here in the middle of the nothing I'm lost, I've wanted every single thing for me, i
wanted something better, but i just noticed that i already had every singel thing i
wanted, every single thing i needed, now i'm sailing alone looking for that thing i've
lost and now i need, i've lost something the biggest chest wouldn't hold, the money
wouldn't buy, i've lost you my heart.
to: ashton, the girl i miss so much
Copyright © yohan mantilla | Year Posted 2006
Copyright © Jay Smith | Year Posted 2009
BURIAL AT SEA
A poem by Jina Mahalatinia
I witnessed Mama's body
As Angels worked her flesh
Preparing her for death.
And when her flesh was pieces
She was scared of being eaten
(Remembering Viking spears
That killed, not ate, those fish)
So I cried to soothe her fears.
Copyright © Jina LaMear | Year Posted 2012
There is no other like my dear mother.
She was there when I laughed or cried. And she was there when my
infant son had died.
She was there if I was happy or sad. And still loved me whether I
was good or bad.
Now that she's gone, she has left her middle name for me to carry
To me, it's just a simple reminder, that there is no other like my dear
Copyright © Anissa Turner | Year Posted 2015
Destinies with similar fate intertwine
A road is carved that they may follow.
And for whatever mysteries they may find
Nothing can be worse than the feeling of sorrow.
Their future seems inevitable
But an unworthy man faults their progression
His motives are questionable
But he grasped her heart without regression
One is left in the dark
As the others take their elegant leave
Darkness consumes his heart
And radiates as far as he eye can see
Scarlet roads once paved
Now bare no significant mean
Lonesome nights and hellish days
His mind cant take the punishments its seen
The only place he may find serenity
is deep within his dreams
And any peacefull melody
has faded outside this reality
A taunting dreamers hope
Allows him to stand somewhat tall
And this only provokes
More darkness to fall
She bares a smile full of lies
With him, shes treated like an animal
And with her internal pain on the rise
Shes still a desire thats intangible.
Copyright © Charles Jefferson | Year Posted 2012
WAR IS THE GREATEST PLAGUE OF MAN
As war is fought it takes charge
And events spin out of control.
The madness of men can alter the soil
Which nourishes the roots of their soul.
Many things will forever change
Far more then wished to be.
As the wrath of war starts to destroy
Those things we fight to keep free.
War is the greatest plague of man,
Religion, state and sanity.
Any scourge is more preferred
Than the one which disables humanity.
When war breaks out, boundaries change
And all who die are a token
Of the rage that must run it's course
Before words of peace are spoken.
War I hate, though not men, flags nor race
But war itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die
Then we're not fit to greet those who cry.
What distinguishes war isn't death
But that man is slain by fellow man.
Crushed by cruelty and injustice
With his enemy's murderous hand.
War tends to punish the punishers
So the losers won't suffer alone.
The essence of war is but violence
Till the survivors come marching home.
Sometimes it's hard to defend what's right,
Sometimes we're forced to rise up and fight.
Sometimes we survive, while others must die
Sometimes never knowing the reason why.
The rush of combat is a natural buzz
Caused by fear, leaving nothing as it was.
Hunting one another like wild game
Without a shortage of those to blame.
Sometimes victory comes too slow or quick
Sometimes the cost on both sides is sick.
Sometimes God is asked to intervene
To help stop the savage from being so mean.
War is a hell we visit before death
Fueled by the whisper of the devil's breath.
There must be a reason man destroys man
But why it is so, I can't understand.
By Tom Zart
Copyright © Tom Zart | Year Posted 2008
Never blame my love to you
And my sincere feelings
‘Cause I don’t blame you
When your naughty emotions
When your silence
When your absence
Makes me worry
And feel sorry
For being in love with you
And living without you
Don’t blame my feelings
When I say I love you
Don’t blame my words
When I talk to you
Don’t blame me
Because I love you
And wish you
To be with me
You and me together
Don’t blame me
Because I don’t blame you.
Copyright © TAOUFIK ELGHARRAS | Year Posted 2012
I am a vast area of trees, animals, and
The worst animal of all (man) is causing
I provide food and support life each day,
As my very own life is being stripped away,
Who will take care of my animals and plants,
At this rate they don't stand a chance,
When will I be left alone to live,
Probably when it's too late, when I have
nothing left to give.
Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008
Another eccentric façade flows decadence
Beside yourself with a quaint mockery
Counting blessings you sought after a hummingbird life
Do the scars that you cherish set you free?
Escaping your feeble yet cynical pestilence
For my exuberance is tainted by thee
Go drink from the lake and drown your horses with shame
Hallowed by harlots they're cursing your name
Insanity sane insane sanity
Justified in lost memory
knock down the wall
Lose your mind and go soar
Many years waiting to wait many more
No one will speak your name
Once you are showered in shame
Please know I have lost a dear friend
Queensberry rules or a fight to the end
Roam the depths of mind
Share with me what you find
Time is no fortress
Undo all the lies
Versatility does not make you kinder my life
Why don't you twist the blade in my back from your knife
X-rays for my cancerous self
You have dissuaded with presence and stealth
Zeal for you is an expression of hate.
Copyright © Lewis Michael | Year Posted 2015
fires from the gates of hell
Copyright © matthew thompson | Year Posted 2014
when rob stepped out of the courthouse,with charges for posession
he thought "it could be worse,it could have been for weapons"
and then he thought..."nothing really matters anyway"
when liz stepped of of the rehab,with a new outlook on life
she felt all those same feelings of hurt, pain, and strife
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when luke picked up his young son from daycare,and knew he had an hour
he thought back to the time he WOULD have stopped to grab his now EX-wife some flowers
and then he thought "nothing really matters anyway"
when lisa lifted up her body with nothing but her arms,and looked down at her legs
she wondered why the heck they were even THERE anyway..what for?
and then she thought "nothing really matters anyway"
all four people that same night,all in their own homes
picked up a remote,turned on the news and watched it come to blows
one man had done 25 years in jail,for something he had not really done
one woman lost the battle to addiction,one she thought she'd already won
one boy got hit by a car on his bike,he just only 5 his parents,divorced
one man lost his arms and legs while over fighting the war
four different people,four different lives,four different struggles,all about to cry
four different souls,four different heart,four different minds,all to have a fresh start
why does it take a reality check to pull us into gear?
why is it that reality sometimes must be our greatest fear?
the next time you think you're the only one who hurts and has plight
the next time you feel you're all alone,the only one who cries at night
try and remember,try not to forget,that you are never alone
whether you're telling your mom and dad your gay to the face or over the phone
whether your wife divorced you,your husband's a dog,or your kids have NO respect
you are human,deserve more,and you're not alone,cause' there is someone right next....
to you!!! nothing really matters. until you realize...nothing really matters.
Copyright © Brittany Carroll | Year Posted 2012
The HEART WANTS what the HEART WANTS,
People say "Listen to your HEART."
But what if you can't HEAR it?
Your MIND wants all these other things,
and then you CAN'T HEAR your HEART.
I sit and CLEAR my MIND
I sit LISTENING to my HEART
BUT it SAYS NOTHING
it BEATS to NOTHING
What am i suppose to do now?
Plzz comment if u like my poem or have any thoughts and plzz rate
Copyright © Brittany Andrews | Year Posted 2011
Guns don't kill people, people do. I have lost a loved one
because of you.
I will hear no more footsteps coming down the hall, no more
fingerprints on my wall.
No more laughter, no more tears. No more memories in the
How does it make you feel inside, not knowing if the person
you shot, has lived or died?
Whether you're in a gang, or you stand as one. You're not
that big without a gun.
What if I had went wild, and the gun I shot had wounded or
killed your child?
Our situations would be the same. Two individuals fighting a
never ending game.
The message here is very clear....
You shoot me, I shoot you...Guns don't kill people, people do.
Copyright © Anissa Turner | Year Posted 2015
Loss of ambition
Looks like I’m on a mission
Or some sort of a competition
Is it the end?
Should I be where I stand?
I cannot understand
I’ll just smile and pretend…
Looks like I’m lost
Not completely but almost
Disoriented, adrift and scared most
No way to hide or to escape from that ghost
Hunting me day and night
Making sure I don’t feel alright
Copyright © dreamersis poems | Year Posted 2014
I am a foolish jocker
And I only know to bring a smile on your face
But I still have a soft sensitive heart
Which can only cry in the silent dark
I am a foolish jocker
I only know to love & I can't express
I am loving you sincerely
Where my eyes expressed these words many times to you
But you never respond to me
Every Valintine's day you are with a new boy friend
I am still the same foolish jocker
And I am trying to bring a smile on your face
Now I forget to smile
And waiting for the next valentine's day
I have many greeting cards which I bought every year
To wish for Valentine's day, Christmas , New Year ---------
And I want to greet you and celebrate with you
But every time I am alone and you are with some one
Years going like seconds
And my hope is still at the same place
Here everyone celebrating these celebrations
And everyone's glass filled with champagnes and wines
But nobody there to see my wet eyes
Nobody there to wipeout my broken tears
Then suddenly , I wiped out my tears
I slowly realized that I am alone here
I made this lonliness as my best friend
But I promise you my love that when you become alone
There will be still a hand waiting for you
Please understand me and release me from this torture of lonliness
Copyright © Rajkumar Ankar | Year Posted 2010
Does it still matter?
Do we still care?
Could we open our eyes and see you standing there?
Have you really gone to a much better place?
Have you yet seen a familiar face?
Will we someday see you again?
Where there are women and there are men?
Higher than the birds can fly, way up in the sky.
Over the rainbow and through the clouds,
Could we again hear you laugh out loud?
Where i shall see you and you shall see me,
A place where everything and everyone shall be free.
A place for you and a place for me.
Copyright © Margie Pierson | Year Posted 2015
after being constantly degraded elmer fudd getting hot inside just kept lossing more navigable opportunities per quarter relying solely trustingly upon volunteers while xeroxing Yan'kee zeal
(does this remind anybody of the current "Debt Crisses")
Copyright © John Loving III | Year Posted 2011
Ailing baby cats die exacting fear grief having inevitably just killed loving mothers not
only plainly questioning reasons some things understanding vile wrong-doing xanax yields
Copyright © Aleera Canino | Year Posted 2009
Deliver me from evil, for the unknown shadows in my presence. A deep, intense burning inside commences. Fueled by hatred and carrying around a burden, my intentions turn to such a self-loathing deep within. Becoming paranoid, my own worst enemy has come alive. Like a 747 jet, all I knew was getting higher and higher. Arrested, yet the test just began. A venomous temptation seems to be hiding around each corner. You can try and hide all you want, but the death cards start rolling once the dead presidents fan out from your hand. Your body starts to become numb, and the brain is full of smoke. It is a part of the addiction, like greed is to Nixon. You wonder why just say no seems like fiction. A thought pops in, and you wonder if taking all of this cruelty in will eventually turn against your soul.
Maybe it is time to give up, and throw up the white banner. Apologies are no longer accepted in the home grown treachery that started. Does anyone care? This runs through the mind day and night. As the fight continues, survival and health become the real issues. Bought, sold, lost, and thrown away. My religion also was lost in such a malicious manner. The fork in the road appears, and back comes all my worst fears. My hopes and dreams started to come back. I let people in, and started to believe that fate would stand in the way of going back to a drug filled day.
Copyright © nick alexander | Year Posted 2015