Abc Memory Poems

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                                           Give Me Back My Old Days


  The  days which gave me 
  lots of memories 
  The days which made me
  forget all my worries

         The days which I enjoyed
         from the depth of my heart,
         The days which brought tears in the eyes
         When I had to depart.

     Give me back my old days..

  The days which gave me new friends
  The days which gave me new relations
  The days which I would never like to loose
  As they are my life time connection.

        Those were the days,which
        taught me to understanding feelings
        Those were the days,which
        taught me about sharing and caring.
  Those were the days,which
  taught about love and affection
  Those were days which
  showed me what is attraction

   I learned a lot
   from those past sweet days
   But,still I want to learn more
   from those wonderful days.

  So, somebody , please
  give me back my old days...

Copyright © Prasad Korade | Year Posted 2013

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i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric 
so much weight on my shoulders 
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal

so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion

i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate 
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes 
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over

i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating

is your life so complicated 
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning 
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value 
that you dont see inside of you

just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles 
till he found a way through all the turbulence

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

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Never in a million years would i have thought 
this to be,
my bestfriend, companion, and so special
to me.
if i wouldnt have opened my eyes,
she could have just passed by and walked right 
outta my life.
but in Gods weird since of loving humor way,
today he brought Brittany Back to stay,
a life from my past that i had lost,
never knowing what would be Gods cost.
Now i sit hear always waiting to see,
her simple smile brighten up for me.
The friendship, hugs, smiles and the tug at my heart,
now i know it was just the start.
I may not always be the best,
but yet she still chooses me above all the rest.
all i ask is please let this be I love you Brittany,
and God please bring her home to Me...

By:Devin Frost

Copyright © Devin frost | Year Posted 2013

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                    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

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We've had our differences, we've had our fights,
Now you're gone, yet I’m doin alright.
A month and ten days it'll be four years,
I miss you mom, and I wish you were here.
It was crazy times and a war,
But I still wish you were here and we'd party at the bar.
I think of you often and miss your voice,
But it's not like we had any other choice.
One day we shall meet again,
And who knows... Maybe next time we could be friends.

Love you. R.I.P. Teresa Marie Reese (8/13/1964-8/18/2009)

Copyright © brandi foote | Year Posted 2014

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Little Kinley Raine warrior of light,
When you came into this world
You came in ready to fight.

Our thoughts were full of Prayers 
hoping for you to have a chance,
Although we were on a mental coaster
We held our ground with a positive stance.

After a Month God decided it was to soon
for you to stay with us and bloom,
It's hard for all of us but we understand
other plans were in-store for you.

My little niece meeting you was a pleasure, 
I wish we could've spent more time together.
Kinley we love you and miss your adorable
face, When you get a chances to sneak away
come back down here and give us a spiritual
Embrace. R.I.P Kinley Raine.

Copyright © Shawn Munoz | Year Posted 2015

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On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential

Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013

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Stars in the sky like grains of sand 
pouring through an hour glass in open 
hands. Slipping straight through the 
cracks going straight to the ground and 
no one reacts..  Each gain a single 
instance in time. A memory so easily 
forgotten a dream so easily left behind.  
Trying to keep the light that tries to darken 
the mind. A black hole that absorbs each 
star like dream. Slowly eating away the 
glisten and gleam. To give up and forget 
feels like the easiest way. Then start again 
another day. 

Copyright © M. E. Hathcock | Year Posted 2014

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Alone and waiting in a corner of the piazzA
I can feel my heart race and throB
The night is warm and the mood is romantiC
Sweet scents of flowers wafteD
In the evening breezE
I close my eyes and allow myselF
To him a tune from a lively sonG
From my lips escape a soft and contented sigH
As my fingers tap loudly to make a TimpanI
I remember my old friend RaJ
My mind wandered and drifted bacK
To the sea of memories in a saiL
Images on my mind unfold as in a dreaM
Like a song that plays a sad refraiN
The sound of the past lingered like echO
As I open my eyes to the present and woke uP
To the chiming of the clock tower so antiQ
As it strike to tell the hour, my mind bluR
The memories fade leaving me with feelings of happinesS
So fleeting that I lost myself for a momenT
Reality set in as I search the milieU
Hoping to find the familiar face of my luV
I wonder if he would show up somehow
My heart longs to see him and I feel vex
As the night progress, making my head tipsY
From wine and the ringing of slaughters in my ears buzZ

Copyright © Nudershada Cabanes | Year Posted 2014

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What did you do in the army daddy?
Did you fight in a war?
I’ve only seen a few pictures daddy,
please tell me some more.

I wore a scarlet tunic son,
and a bearskin with plume of white.
I guarded our Queen in London son,
I made sure she slept safe at night.

But did I fight in a war son?
Politicians they’ll tell you no.
But let me tell you the facts son,
the truth, as it was, just so.

I was sent to a beautiful country son,
that’s known as the Emerald Isle.
To the south of the north we young men went,
to a place so choked full of bile.

I walked the streets with a rifle son,
the enemy hiding from view,
behind hedgerows, in vans, those cowards hid,
their mission, our lives to undo.

They wouldn’t come out in the light lad,
they’d only fire from the dark.
Too timid to stand toe to toe son,
they’d fire when we walked in their arc.

But how do you define a war son?
Is it bullets and bombs and death?
Friends dying from enemy ambush son?
If it is, then my answer is yes.

Yes I fought in a war my boy.
Though my government denies it all.
They said we just had some troubles son,
behind a split Irish wall.

But didn’t they give you a medal daddy?
I know this, because I have seen.
All shiny and silver, the Queen’s on it,
with a ribbon of purple and green.

They did and it means the world son,
of a time that I fought alongside real men.
It recalls those honest true friendships son.
the likes that I’ve ne’er found again.

It reminds of those scum in the shadows son,
who now play a part in the light.
Elected to offices of power, yet
they’ve never atoned or done right.

It hurts when I think of those brave boys we lost,
to see such MP’s standing tall.
But for me they’ll never be men my boy,
no values or morals at all.

So yes I fought in a war son,
no matter what governments say.
I’d love them to pick up a rifle my lad,
and be troubled, for just one day.

Copyright © Robin Cain | Year Posted 2015

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Thank you for the beautiful memory
you left on my mind
you are not dead
 but you are not here,

to me you are gone,
cos i cant feel you the way i used to,
everything you used to do are left untouched
the space you ocupied is empty,

our yesterday is fading away like the rainbow
so beautiful but so short,
how can i forget the endless yesterday?
when you are here with me.

in loving memory of my sister (you are not an angel but you did what an angel can do,you fly to heaven.)

Copyright © VICTOR BUN | Year Posted 2012

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Winners Risk All

Aware, after spending the day teaching
Reminiscing, remembering, reliving
And interpreting events reaching
The wizened children of my own age.

We of the 1930s and 40s
Seem to have spent our lives
On adventurous sorties
Of claiming, defending, inventing

The stuff of which men and women today
Put together new adventures made of
Claiming, defending, inventing in a way
That seems bloodless, aimless and wispy.

We who are now on the frontier of old age
Can still taste the salt of the bloodlust
From the memories of the wars we wage
Alive still in the annals of our mind.

Have not given up on the battles we led
We have not given up the ground we stood on.
Our causes are anything but dead
Standing aged and worn, lined with time.

Though the energy is gone and strength is bereft
Compared to the younger set
There is more victory, more joy in the life still left
Than in bloodless games with no winners or losers.

One day we will all go down to the grave
Leaving only memories behind among the living
But this century's old ones go down brave
As victors with the decision to the winners.

by E. Marshall Evans

Copyright © Ed Evans | Year Posted 2014

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We have lived 
In the best of times
Where music was clean
And poetry rhymes.

Where a girl could walk
The streets all alone
Without the safety
Of a 911 phone.

Where decency led
And civility was the rule
No one suffered
The acts of the fool.

When it was okay
To let out a howl
At the precision proficiency
Of Frank Sinatra and Eleanor Powell.

Sad that such things
Now bring on a yawn.
Such times of enjoyment
So innocent and gone.

by E. Marshall Evans

Copyright © Ed Evans | Year Posted 2014

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I'm feeling down, &&' I'm already on the ground. I cant get any lower, my patience is getting slower. I've already hit the floor, &&' I'm becoming sore. I'm not sure where I went wrong, but now I dont belong. I'm like the unknown, all alone. This feeling is unbarable, the pain is unbelievable. I'm ready to walk out the door, I can't take no more. This is why I don't trust, I always get pushed in the dust. Now I got to cover my eyes, &&' ignore all your lies. I've been left in the rain, I've felt the pain. I knew things were wrong, but I stayed along. Now I'm here all alone, waiting for the sound of my phone. I wouldn't wish for my worst enemy to feel this way, that's what I have to say. I didn't really have a choice, now I'm missing the sound of your voice. I made mistakes that wont fade, not even with a blade. My heart isn't bullet proof, &&' that's the truth.

Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013

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Everyone does it time to time in each day
From your careless mistakes to a child at play
Sneaking the babysitter's cigarettes
Having that stray dog follow you home, then asking to keep it as a pet
A trip to the lake on the fourth of July
Then come to realize, thirty plus years have gone by
These type of reflections are kept in a special place
Some result in tears, but most bring a smile to the face
Some regret, some bad, they are related with a degree of disdain
These are all a walk down memory lane
Your bicycle has a flat, your first do it yourself tire repair kit
The shoestring that was used to repair your favorite baseball mitt
Putting playing cards on the spokes of the bike to make it roar
Mom yelling at you for coming in and out of the front door
Summer vacation, kickball until dark
Cutting through neighborhood yards causing the dogs to bark
Losing a baseball down a street drain
Does this take you back to a stroll down memory lane
Selling glass bottles at the store to get a treat
Gong home for supper, disappointed, it's Thursday night, night of the mystery 
Friday a trip to the drive in
Summer is just about over, how depressing, it's school time again

Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008

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I feel like I'm living someone elses life, a life in strife. I've been strong, but when will I belong. I feel so alone, but I'm doing ok on my own. I can't describe the pain, but I keep in mind every storm runs outa rain. I use to think our love was unbeatable, but really its unforgettable. Everyday I walk down memory lane, trying to ignore the pain. He crosses my mind everyday, when will all this go away. There's gotta be something more, my heart is becoming sore. My momma doesn't have to worry, because I'm not sorry. I know he made the mistake, and he's the reason I have this heartache. What we had, was bad. I shouldn't have let it go that far, your just another scar.

Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013

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Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.

Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013

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Gunny Mad Dog Maddux

We were hanging out at 3rd Marine Air Wing
And we knew we had it good
No bloused boot, always soft cover
No marching and plenty of food.

Then Headquarters in its wisdom
Threw a shark into our pool.
One look at our new Gunny
And we knew this Marine was no fool.

Gunny Mad Dog Maddux was his name
Came to us from the MPs,
But he let us know right off the bat
That he wasn't there to please.

Hair bristle black with white sidewalls,
Tall and straight he stood.
And he said when we thought we couldn't
He knew d**n well that we could.

Said it didn't matter the job
Or what our training stood for
We owed it to ourselves to do
Our best for God, Country and Corps.

But more than that, said Mad Dog
You have a duty to get it right.
Because getting it wrong might mean the life
Of the Marine on your left and your right.

It's been fifty some years and then some
Since Gunny Mad Dog came our way.
But I doubt if any of us
Have ever forgotten that day.

It was right what he taught us then,
And living it has opened many a door.
"You've got a duty to get it right,
Do your best for God, Country and Corps."

So here's a toast to our Gunny Mad Dog
Gone now for many a year and more,
You had a duty, you got it right,
For God, for Country, for Corps.

by E. Marshall Evans

Copyright © Ed Evans | Year Posted 2014

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A woman so strong with no mum of her own
Who grew independently battled alone
Raised 3 beautiful kids and shined a light on there's
Liked after them always nan always cared 
Worked all day and lead a good happy life
Then Mother Nature struck with a gruelling blunt knife 
She forgot some things that's we take for granted each day
But she still always loved and had time to pray
A woman that was strict and proud
Become terrified and lost at the back of the crowd
Looking fragile. Small and fright in her eyes
Not knowing what tomorro had to lie 
Breaking my heart to see a beautiful soul this way
And still she would try laughing each day 
As much as it sounds selfish Indeed 
I'm glad she is happy in her daydreams
Every day is her memories that will long last
No horrors of the present just smiles from the past
As long as she has comfort knowing I'm here
My heart will no longer fear

Copyright © Dominique Ryan | Year Posted 2016

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The sound of silence carries me to another place.
The cascading droplets of water begging me to remember, the soft sand molding to my feet asking me to feel it again, the taste of salt water waiting for me to remember another lifetime, the hot tips of the sun ray unfurling and deliciously heating my skin wanting me to recall when we met last.
So long ago I called this place home.
I frolicked in the sand and ran to meet the crashing waves. Although I was born in the dead of winter, I was raised in the light of the shinning sun and the depths of the shimmering sea. The beach is what I call home, where my nostalgia is a beautiful sort of feeling and the tang of salt water brings the comforting lull of home back to me.
The crashing waves gently whisper my name.
They speak of promises and secrets untold, yet to be discovered beneath their indescribable surface. Running my fingers over the rough exterior of a clam shell I recall first discovering the beauty they hide away inside. Since that moment the ocean entices me and calls my name from miles and miles away.
Now I stand on rock towering above it all.
The waves crashing against the cliff trying to reach me, the send peeking out as the water recedes, all calling out to me “home.” And then slowly, freely, I fall. Diving into the depths of the sea, returning home.

Copyright © B. Ariel Moreno | Year Posted 2015

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A place so close to my heart
Magnificently beautiful
My Paradise on earth
A place that holds  warmth and love
A place I call my true abode.

A place that taught values ,morals ,respect  and love 
A place I call my only  temple in the whole world
A place where affection calls
A place that is heaven on earth

A place that gave me  wings to fly
A place that holds dear until I die
No place is as beautiful as
My HOME sweet HOME.


Copyright © bandana basnett | Year Posted 2017

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The basics to live 
was with the peeling off, 
the tangerines. The innovative flight 
takes you to surrealism?

of a countdown, which begins 
to send a subsonic device 
to small jupiters.

You receive the call and
jump into black sea?

eliminating the foes, breaking the bridge.

This moment after sometime splits, 
ejects the god particle. 
You slip out of backyard 
to embrace the apparition.

The ending was never a happy thing.

Satish Verma

Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2016

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The spirits come for a late night ethereal visit
the little girl announces her presence

Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live

With that... all sense of hearing dissapears 
next comes paralysis with its icy grip, breath chocked by irrational fear
Now starts the grainy images of an old terrible black and white news reel
fuzzy subtitles of smiling troops whose words we cannot read or hear 
with loud military music assaulting the ears.

Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive 
Your pain is validation you still live

Silence returns as the gates of hell swing open right on cue,
the cast of ghostly characters come into view 
all take their place until the scene is complete,
the silence is broken by a lone heart beat.

She takes her place in the news reel's flickering images of light  
The camera follows her every move, a crescendo of music as her spirit takes flight,
for this maybe the first time she ever experienced a confectionery delight.

Breath in Breath out
there is nothing to forgive
Your pain is validation you still live

Her and many faceless children come laughing, disembodied hands reaching out
to the young soldiers in return receiving tootsie rolls and gummi bears 
Pleasant encounters must now end... with a village elder and authoritarian shouts. 
We watch her run home laughing with a pocket full of candy to share.

Evil breaths in, Evil breaths out... exhaling caustic hate
The Acrid fumes blinds our eyes   
as shadowy figures materialize... 
for this little pretty little girl was nothing more than bait 

The small moment of humanity will be exchanged for eternal despair 
She must return with her pink backpack to complete this morbid affair.
Running calling to us, laughing holding it out for us to see 
Boom then she is gone, nothing but a red mist where she used to be. 

Breath in, Breath out 
there is no need 
for you to grieve
Your pain is validation both you and I live  
there is nothing to forgive 
no need to pay anymore dues
fore I am your guardian now watching over you 

Evil knows no bounds as it locks people into such cruel fates.
We both are sorry for meeting that March day
and with that the flickering news reel ends.
we part ways again.

Copyright © Alan Anderson | Year Posted 2013

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Love is you,my dear, you are mine,
My heart and heart are you mine.

You are only my every moment,
I know that you know it.

The love of both are tied together,
Mind you are mine and you are mine.

My luck and wealth are you mine.
You stay only in my heart,
Do you know how to know this?

Since birth is my birth,
 you have separated from me since then.

Just got to meet a little late,
We do not have any clue about it.

Love is you,my dear,
You are mine,
My heart and heart are you mine.

Copyright © Kishan sharma | Year Posted 2017

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Wanted to visit old lanes 
for a mocking bird.
A luminous proxy wanted to play a game.

Treachery flees from 
the trees and settles 
on the white wings of flying swans.

No logarithm will stop 
to watch the invisible
numbers going for infinity.

Tomorrow I go back to my 
school, to wear my fallen mask.
The world was very obtuse to watch a setting sun.

Satish Verma

Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2012

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I really hate this feeling, sometimes I wish I could stop breathing. I don't wanna try, just leave me here to die. You were the thing that made my life living for, but your no longer mine anymore. I feel so much pain, sometimes I believe I'm going insane. I'm missing what we had, although it was bad. I'm always walking down memory lane, why can't you see my pain? I know people change, &&' things get strange. I guess I gotta face it, she's my new replacment. I can't believe it's really over this time, I feel as if i have commited a crime. I live in a world of sorrow, so I don't ever worry about tomorrow. I didn't even have time to cry, because i had already said bye. I feel like I'm digging a deeper whole, so I'm hoping Jesus will take control. I'm sorry for my dumb mistake, but baby now I'm wide awake.

Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013

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I was just thirteen
Just living a normal teen
You broke me
I couldn't flea
You were supposed to help
But you just made me yelp
I'll never be the same
Because of your stupid little games

Copyright © Starr Chinnery | Year Posted 2014

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Hey blokes…do you really know what life is…?
Like living in the ghetto…any memories of Soweto…?
Maybe you can’t…make me a chant…
Yes…I know…because I grow…
In the streets…where my feet…
Would meet…the dead…and the underfed…
Where food variety was scarcity…like living is atrocity… 
Where poverty…like a sin…makes u thin…wary and dreary…
Like soldiers in Iraq…on the attack…from Sunnis, and Shiites…
But have to fight…with all might…not knowing when…it will end… 
The audacity of hope…or is it dope…the scope…?
The choices have limits…gods dam it…just give it…
Prostitutions…institutions of frustration…
Thugs…drug…bugs…some hugs…
Shoots…loots…rapes…some escapes…
Prison walls…jails calls…sleepless nights…fights…would frights…
When police…with sirens…is the signal…to stay in…
The guns…the cries…the lives lost…can you tell me the cost…?
From ashes to ashes, dust to dust…my homie…it does get foamy…
His blood…on the curve…it shatters…my nerve…
And so is my faith…will I await…my date…?
With history…which often seem like a mystery…
Is revenge the only consolation…as reflected in the penal conditions…?
What did I do mate…hate…?
My will was to kill...but still…any adrenalin fills…?
The crack…no lack…of stack…
To execute the mission…what is the decision…?
Snorts…gets torn apart…
This homie…he knows me…from birth … 
The same school…the rule…from my parents…and his…
Live and let live…learn to share…and care…like boys…with toys…
Remember Slomy…he was before me…
Lock away…everyday…in handcuffs…
It’s tough…the stuff…in my hand…no contraband…
It’s a weapon…it’s loaded…it’s heavy…like my heart…
Beating…competing…a life…to take…
Whilst he dies…I awake…the stake…
It is high…why…?
He’s gone…am I a pawn…or a victim…of the system…?
What will be the gain…only hurt…and pain…? 
While my memories linger…what was the real rearranger…?
Of my destiny…does it sit next to me…? 
And what is your view of the danger…stranger…?

Copyright © Michael Robertson | Year Posted 2016

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Oh, how I’d like to forget, walkin in with you on the bed.
You appeared to me as though you were asleep,
But little did I know you were already deceased.
Never seen you the night before, was scared I’d get beat,
to avoid you yelling at me, and trying to keep the peace.
I wish I could forget those memories,
They're burned in my brain and still in my dreams.
If I could have just one wish for me,
I'd wish for just one day that you could be here with me.
Even though according to you I was a disappointment,
I wonder if I was also your regret.
I always let you down, everything was my fault,
I said and meant that I was sorry, and yet it never stopped.
If only... If only... I could rewire my brain,
And forget all the memories that cause me pain.
Because of you I have this fear,
I want to be angry but I end up scared.
Apart of me always wanted to say “F-off,”
Even though I love you and miss you a lot.
When you died I never had the chance to stand up to you to say things I needed to say,
I still have a lot of pent up anger and pain.
And this bottle inside me is about to break.
How dare you leave us when you did!
Did you know that it was going to happen?
Why did you keep so many secrets from dad and me?
Why this way, did it have to be?
I want to be angry.... but I just cant,
You made me stronger, yet gave me half a chance.
No more.... Fore I'll get carried away,
So at peace... I hope you are and will stay.

Copyright © brandi foote | Year Posted 2014

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Shout out to the woman in you
That strong and resilient spirit
Not many women are lucky to have been blessed with it
You're simply a lucky one
Not just lucky but uncommon
Not just uncommon but unique

Kudos to the Lady that could sail safe in the ocean of my turbulent anger
I doff my cap to that Lady that remained calm even in my deafening silence
Honour be that Lady that lost no single strand of hair when fixing my anomaly 

She bore shames and concealed her pains during my shameless deeds
She bottled her fury and shrank her many agonies in her tiny veins
She held back the fire in her tongue and tightened her fist 
Just to contain the explosion inside of her

She had a thousand words to speak
Yet she looked into my eyes and she could only say a little with her tears
She shivered, yet unshaken. 

Many times she cupped the molten fire and cage it within her ribs
I wonder why she hasn't roasted her heart yet. 

She's beautiful, even in her blue mood
She keeps her cool even when I make her feel like a fool
Sometimes I wonder if all she did and does are true
But I am sure, you can't find such of her like two

My diva my lover
Thus so far we've come
Still I know I owe u in sum
But I can assure you, I'm never gonna leave you in the slum 

My angel my queen
I may have got numbers but I bet you, you aren't on no queue
You've got my heart, my beats and such the rhythm of my blues

This is all but for you
Your calmness, meekness, humility, gentleness, tenderness and respectfulness
This day is for you because you made it come

Happy us again
Happy us today
Happy us forever. 


Copyright © Olufemi Oloye | Year Posted 2016