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Details | Narrative |
Suddenly a very soft and familiar voice spoke to her conscious saying “Lovely”
“Yes” she replied   
“Tomorrow you are coming back home”
“OK” she said breathing heavily
The conversation ended right at that instant 
Seven minutes later the unpredictable happens and Lovely dropped into a short comma.
A new day arrives.

Date: 01/01/1788
Ding dong, ding dong, sounds the door-bell
Lovely wakes up; open the golden windows the sun is raising
Knock, knock someone is at the golden door
She didn’t know what was going on this time
She walks all the way to the door not noticing that her house was made out of the finest
marble, and the finest gold that ever existed.
Lovely answers the door thinking is the mail man with the missing letter.
When she finally opens the door instead of the mail man was her husband with open arms and
a smile on his face.
Saying “welcome home baby” “I had been waiting for you”  


Diogenes Zuniga

Copyright © Diogenes Zuniga | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |
The kids are playing in the park 
It's late afternoon,  but not yet dark 
Time for one last game of hide and seek 
"Everybody hide and nobody peek".

One little girl stops on the grass to tie her shoe 
She has to hurry before they find her to
Suddenly a shadow falls over her 
She looks up to find a strangers face 

"Hello little girl", the man says with a grin 
"Would you like me to help you win"?
"I'm not allowed to talk to strangers Mommy says"

He reaches out and takes her hand 
"Well ", he says "My name is Sam"
Now that we have met, your Mommy wouldn't object 
"I guess your right", she says with a smile on her face
And she lets him guide her to a hiding place 

Within an hour, everyone is searching the park 
She hasn't come home and now it's dark 
They search and search,  but to no avail 
Her Mother is frightened and very pale

The police arrive and comb the woods 
A short distance in,
The search dog Buddy 
Makes a very grizzly discovery 

They find her lying on the ground 
Her tiny body bent and bound 
Her panties down around her knees 
The horrific scene covered in leaves

Her Mom sees the ambulance by the woods 
She arrives in time to see her beloved daughter 
Being carried in a black  bag thru the trees
The shock and pain bring her to her knees 

Her tears rage, "Oh My God, how can this be,
It was only a game, who whould want to hurt my child?"
She shakes her head, her eyes gone wild 
"Dear God, please no, don't let this be, please, please, 
bring her back to me"!

A few days later in a little church graveyard 
She buries her only child 
Her anger burns deep within 
For the person who perpetrated this sin 

She prays to the Lord for justice to prevail 
As the casket is lowered to the ground 
She prays that he will soon be found

Across town on that very day 
The children are playing in the park 
It's late afternoon, but not yet dark
A man approaches another one and extends his hand
"Hello", he says "My name is Sam"!

Copyright © Bernadette Langer | Year Posted 2005

Details | Narrative |
Date: 12/31/1787
Ding dong, ding dong, sounds the door-bell
She wakes up; open her window the sun is raising
Knock, knock, some one is at the door
She rushes to the door thinking is the mailman 
She is expecting a love letter from Iraq
She finally answer the door but stead of the mail man is an officer from the army, he is
well dress and carries a small box with him and inside of the box is an American flag with
three different medals.
One medal is for being a soldier of the US Army, the second medal is for being a national
hero, and the third one, is a medal of honor for dying for his country.
She goes crazy crying out for help, screaming all out that she was expecting a baby.
“I’m really sorry” the officer says
“If there anything I could do please call me” he reached his wallet and pulled out a
business card and gave it to her.
“He was a brave man” he said
The officer turned around and left the house with out hesitation.
Poor girl was drowning in her own tears; she still didn’t believe what just happen 
“Lord please help me”, “help me go through this horrible pain” she cries out.
She goes back to the bed and tries to sleep it off, but it didn’t work out, the pain was
too much just to act like nothing didn’t happen.
She finally falls as sleep after several hours of crying painfully.
She tosses and turns all night long, sweating like crazy with massive pain on her chest 
While she was having a horrible nightmare; dreaming about the death of her husband-

Copyright © Diogenes Zuniga | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
If the lovely breeze had a name
we could drift together as two dandelion wishes
floating wanton on foamy winds.
If the river were rolling, gently
we could slide in and swim
for hours, without rushing
and love is like that.
Love is like still water
standing so deep in a vessel
 yet so easily broken upon the smallest of stones;
scattered, and yet-
from this another river begins
(as you begin)
How lovely if you had a name
I would call out to you
and I would hear your reply as
the wind blowing, the water rushing
and not your echoes
 as you trickled across so many small, jagged stones

Copyright © Meggan Rogalski | Year Posted 2006

Details | I do not know? |
Your name is misery
here to haunt me in my dreams
In my waking hours and in my sleep
Nightmares and worst fears 
of course you can make them come true

Your Name Is Misery

You are the demon 
That called himself a dad
You are my illness, my shame, guilt and pain
I cannot shake you 
I try to run but you always catch me
I try to hide and you find me

Your Name Is Misery

You are the cause of my pain
I used to blame myself 
But lately I have found I am not the one to blame
I was a child
Innocent and helpless
when you took my dignity, my life my sanity

Your Name Is Misery

You have presented yourself in many forms
The school counselor who tried to violate me
The Father figure who molested me
The strangers who forced themselves on me
A gang paid to rape me
A Fiance who beat me 
And killed the child inside me
The voices that torment me

Your Name Is Misery

You have so many faces 
It would take my whole life to paint a picture of you
And quite frankly 
I don't want to waste my time on you
I just want to forget you

Your Name Is Misery

I wish I could get away from you
Break away from your grasp
Take away the control you have over me
I hate being under your spell
I hate the pain you constantly cause me 
I hate crying because of you
I hate the darkness you bring with you
Most of all 
I hate you

Your Name is Misery

That is no lie
There is no mistake 
You bring havoc, drama, and chaos 
All the things I despise 
I don't want you near me
I don't even want to look you in the eye

Your Name is Misery 

I am afraid of you 
I can't stand you 
most of all 
I am mad at you 
for you have made my life a living hell
But no more 
I am cutting you out 
I have never wanted you around
It is high time 
I got rid of you 
It's time to stand my ground
I am going to take you down
I don't need you
I never want to see you 
Get out of my life 
For I am not going to let you bring me down
You are not welcome here 

Your Name Is Misery

By: Jean Shular

Copyright © Jean Bonella | Year Posted 2010

Details | I do not know? |
The poem with no name.

There is a black raven at my tail, as I walk down the street;
It foretells me my tale will no longer taste so sweet.
The end is nigh, I hear from upon high;
In darkness I hear, the shriek of the beast.

I am coming to meet you, my maker;
Are you sure you are ready to meet me?
I will courteously scream at you, what have you taken away?
My life, your judgment; what a price to pay!

Too short was this living; your retort had better be good!
No I don’t understand!  Who on Earth could?
This darkness you befell upon me is bitter indeed;
Without you to blame and scream at, what have I left to bleed?

A soul snatched from this world and elevated beyond this life;
In God’s eyes I find meaning, to my premature demise.
What countless men before me, have suffered the same fate?
I see two angels at God’s shoulders; I guess he sent his Devil away.

I kneel before benevolence and beg for forgiveness.
The voice of angel’s raise my spirit;
Their songs of joy are relentless.

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
I had dreams, sometimes
About him
always about glass streams
I used to love his company
Or the promise of it,
In my dreams.
Then my eyelids spread apart
And they stroked blissful clouds
As he made me mumble and
Sigh through my words
And blow bubbles of nonsense into the dense air
While lying in his arms
On his chest
In his mother’s bed
Cradling my heart
Caressing my 
With his hand between my thighs
Rubbing, exploring, sinfully
Touching me
And the throat filling silence
And the sound of his mouth
And the expulsion of breath
And the symphony in his chest
And my love echoing through my body
With his hand between my thighs
And the electricity in my fingernails
And my limp, clenched, guilty, pleasure bond body
The exploration of his hand
Between my thighs
Before then
Before we were there, or I was there, or he was there
Holding me
His hand rhythmically
Slithering up my thigh
Allowing me to taste the darkened fruit of paradise
On his mother’s bed
(and my wonder if I was dreaming)
before then
I can only remember Innocence.

Copyright © Megan Edmonds | Year Posted 2006

Details | Dramatic monologue |
Oh Flora, Choral Beauty The Sun Rises With You Out of An Abyss of Chaos, Yet No Piece of Beauty Is Lost I Can't Grant You Nobility, But Our Love's Vitality Will Last Till The Gates of Hades's Halls They Will Push, They Will Pull, And Their Power Will Grow Just To Have A Piece of Our Love's Immortality For It They Cannot Wait Subdued By Desperation's Phantom But I Will Always Be One of Them So, My Dear, Please Understand I'm Just A Chevalier Drenched With My Sins The Hope Will Fade The Rose Will Turn Black The Promise Was Just I Lie, Though I Forbade I Will Just Be Another Empty Heart, Slain By Your Loosening Grip On My Sanity I Will Die, You Will Be Free Believe - It's The Way Things Must Be My Dear, Just Understand

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Alliteration |
She tells me, 
Of the belt of hunger that clings to her waist, 
Of how it's only ever loosened by rampaging and rummaging through waste.

She tells me,
How her journey through payments, predicaments and pavements make her tire,
How her cracked feet and wracked heart are passed by Tyre after Tyre.

She tells me, 
About the intricate diagnoses and prognoses that riddle her every fiber, vessel and vein, 
About the cardboard pleas and pleads that have all been in vain.

She tells me,
That this is the existence her weeping womb has bred,
That her hope for her successors is that they may succeed her in the fight for bread.

She tells me,
Her name is poverty.
Do you remember her?

Copyright © Jessica Goldstone | Year Posted 2013

Details | Villanelle |
Villanelle: No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate

No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
There where you first blink your own coffin you have to nail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate

Hounded by carnal goals and bound fast by your fate innate
The hammer that pounds the nails in your blood without fail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate

The long arm of fate can reach you through the friendly state
The Wanderer has no place he calls home but the un-walled jail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate

Neither lust nor love can spare the place’s trap or fumigate
The quick flaming grass that traps you on the mountain trail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate

You may nurse the cow in you be not gruff never joke nor prate
Nor vie with otherland hosts where other unjust ways prevail
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate

Nor claim the imported god incarnates the only Law in the State
Sack burn pillage and plunder the recumbent host’s Holy Grail
No curse worse than the place and name you inherit to hate
The exiled wander aimless in the throes of never-relenting fate
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2014

Details | Narrative |
His father named him Moses.
Devoid of speech yet blessed.
Doctors said he would live thirty years hereafter.
Buoyant nature and carried a smile always,
With sense of humor lived through derision.
On the day his father passed away 
He sat still and hid his tears within.
Not long, few years later
His mother who would voucher him,
Understand the complexity of his heart
Laid on her final resting place,
He sat still and hid his tears within.
Later his bosom friend moved away,
He sat still and hid his tears within.
Enervate and lonely orphan he became,
Dolefully he wept when none would see.
Albeit the great sorrows of his heart, 
No trauma ceased him to live mirthfully.
After thirty still he lives.
And walking through the paseo every morning,
They who pass him by with admiration schmoose of a man
Who can’t speak and had great sorrows;
Nonetheless so twinkly he lives on,
Knowing not yet parfay wishful,
when he would wake up one fine morning
And meet his loved ones again on the other side.

Copyright © sukkum chang | Year Posted 2012

Details | Couplet |
She colored my eyes red
She's broken, filled with dread

She looked into my eyes
Through glass that made a disguise

And cried me a solemn lullaby
When I said hello she said goodbye

She took my hand in hers
She healed the scars of spurs

She held onto me, her song
Of loneliness, far too long

I look into those eyes
And see through the red disguise

See through the shattered glass
Through the blubbered mass

She colored my eyes red
Her soul striving, her body dead

But living all the same?
Confusion is her name

Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
hello my name is hooligan
years ago i lost my bestfriend
he laughed everyday
but left before i got to say
i love you
hello my name is dumb
but the memories were so fun
you had a smile on your face but yet you couldnt stay we still love you.
 rip justin baker. 

Copyright © carson jones | Year Posted 2013

Details | Bio |
I see that you have been in a coma for two days and I hope you can hear me,Johnson, I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there ant changes,Johnson,my name is ruthie your nightly nurse, and while I'm here with you I will see to it that you are giving the best care while you here,Johnson, I will clean your wounds and chang your bandages too and when I'm finished doing those thing I will comfort you,Johnson, my name is Ruthie your nightly nurse I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there is any changed,with tears in her eyes, thses are her words, I going to sit right beside you,I'm going to write your wife and kids for you Johnson,I'm going to tell your wife how much you going to miss her and how she's going to miss you,I going to tell your kids that you love them and you wish that if it God will that you can be there to watch them grow-up,I'm going to hold your hand while you are here,Johnson, my name is Ruthie your nightly nurse ,I will be the person you will hear talking with you and I will be the last person to hold your hand, and I'll kiss you for your wife and kids and I'll tell them how good a soldier you was Johnson,I'm going to tell your parent that you are a brave soldier and that you love them very much,and I will also write and tell your conrade to always keep you in there heart,and Johnson when it's my time to go who will sit beside my bed? and hold my hand? and who is going to write my husband and kids and tell them how much I'm going to miss them and who is going to kiss me one last time???Johnson, my name is Ruthie, your nightly nurse It's time to unplug you from my machine, I can't check your vital anymore, I'm going to clean you and dress you in your dress blued and pin your awards upon your chest, and call for someone to bring your body out PVT Johnson will be miss. time of death 1400hrs. stay in a coma for five days....................this is dedicatedto Pvt johnson and his family and love ones......................SSG KIRT JACK

Copyright © JACK THOMAS KIRT | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |
He keeps a very low profile,
afraid of the the horrible secret he hides;
hooked on a daily dosage of cocaine...
seeking an instant relief from his acute pain!
His cramped den is the stench
of smoked substance bought on drug-infested streets,
and filth is the undeniable evidence:
one can surely tell that he lives in Hell...
red devilish eyes and sunken cheeks; 
a wasted mind and body meeting their end!   

Restless young man without a name,
wary of the destructible consequences
that stunt your unremorseful conscience;
and what price will you pay and whom will you blame?
Restless young man without a name,
you only existed to fulfill a destiny of shame! 

Day-time is so detestable to him,
more than the viciousest enemy;
night-time changes his personality...  
and he searches for dope down-town,
where the houses are so run-down...
occupied by the crack-heads of East Main!
A limping kid, from nowhere, hands him
a small bag and he exchanges it for some green;
and what started the urge within...
is a deep wound, which can never heal! 

Restless young man without a name, 
intoxicated by the poison that destroys your life and health;
you can't be aware of what distorts your weak senses...
until you are helpless and run out of breath! 
Restless young man without a name,
guiltless and indulgent...you allow death to happily dance!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2007

Details | Elegy |
Praised be your name forever
May it glow like the pearl down in the sea
Your body sanctuary of infinite bloom
Your voice always heard like an echo
Honour be to your grave
Long live your name

Copyright © Kudzai Mhangwa | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ballad |
My heart beats fast
I hope it wont last
My mind starts to clear
i start to think about you my dear
even though, you are my past.

From when i start to see your face
Im in a constant struggle
to forget you
People say to let go and set you free
but to me, to let you go is to loose
a piece of me
from where did you come?
But when did you leave?

Voices loud, but soon fade
flat, flat on my back
cold, hot, cold...
a steady beep, beep, beep
in my mind nothing, empty,all alone
light so bright blinding me
footsteps tap,tap,tap
a gental tisk, tisk of disappointment
then nothing, nothing at all

"Honey, you have to open your eyes"
A voice so familier but not,
"I need to hear your voice my dear"
I know you are my past
"Why did you have to go, why leave me"

A hand holds mine, so gentle
I know this hand
then a voice, a voice i know so well
A voice i will follow to the end of the world...

My past, only my past.
Why is my mind so cruel to me?
But the voice of my past speaks to me
"Im so sorry..i didnt know what to do...
i never wanted to leave you...I love you!"

I open my eyes
The face of my dear, not past but present
The face of hope
No not a dream, real.

The final words i whisper
" I know my love, I love you too...dont forget that"

Then darkness consumes me
and i know i die, but as i die i know
im always loved and will always love you too.

Copyright © Sherry kadmani | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |
I guess I should change my name now
It's from my ex ya know

It all I have left from him
I just can't let it go

I've become used to its place
Over the many years

My heart, soul, and name
All go with his tears

Pick a name for me
And I'll see what I can do

To get you off my signature
And get my heart and soul back too

Copyright © Teresa Harr-Pena | Year Posted 2007

Details | Blank verse |
Puffy faced she looked at me
The face she had pulled for many a year
She faced the future through half slit eye which couldn’t see the truth
Ouch it hurt it all made so little sense
What was next she dreaded to think
After everything she didn’t know what life had in store
The pain just continued and it never seemed to end
She had had enough and didn’t know where she should turn
The whole cycle was continuing and she didn’t know how to make it stop 
It was getting beyond a joke the longing for something stronger
More powerful a connection she knew her place
Was the spiritual dwelling and yet to get there was like a second birth
And getting there was the pain in the bones which left the long standing ache
She wasn’t sure where to turn so unsteady the roots on which she was sown
The ground shook with uncertainty of an infinite truth and the blessings were
Longed to be found
The space that kept her apart from him
Seemed to never end

Copyright © Rachel Holland | Year Posted 2007

Details | Free verse |
           Her Name Was Grace

Sensitivity is an art.
It is not a learned skill,
nor shall practice convince anyone it exists.
An instinct of genetic making
but not necessarily a family trait.
A natural occurrence.
A human touch that leaves no print
on a butterflys wings
allowing it to enjoy its flight.
It is the worm dug up
from the black dirt.
Gently it coils in the palm of a hand
returned to the earth
where it may wiggle away.
It is the memory triggered
peering through fingers at yellow sunlight.
Its heat warms a hand 
and casts shadows on the ground.
Trembling yet softly touching a face.
Every feature every flaw
draws a picture an image appears.
A tear is then felt
wiped away by a thumb.
A kiss on the forehead,
a gentle embrace.
The words I am sorry
whispered like a secret
so close to ones ear.
Her name was Grace

Copyright © Sharon Riggio | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Between the sunlit sky
And the stillness 
Of the florescent moon
Lies my destiny
For I'm lost in the wilderness
With only your hand to guide me
Mayhem surrounds us
Bombs wildly exploding
But, you insist I dreamt the terror
You make chaos look so benign
While it's choking me to death

Copyright © Courtney Dyer | Year Posted 2009

Details | Name |
Katrina, you left your mark on our land, hearts, minds,
A mercilessly unyielding rabid force of wrath,
Those who tarried paid the highest price...death,
Regression, grieving, rebuilding,
In the aftermath of distress,
Never to forget,
And life goes on.

Copyright © Marlene Murray | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

After so many years in the monastery, Monty 
wants to use his name which 
is never allowed due to the 
pledge of anonymity. 
He owns nothing there of course, 
no one does. It all belongs to God. 
When Monty sleeps he enjoys 
the only ownership. Even selfish 
singularity in meditation is denied him 
since the monastery assigns him a mantra. 
Monty does treasure his dreams, 
dreaming as he curls on the narrow bed 
in the concrete cell the abbot assigns him. 
He enjoys the memories that flood 
through the irrational narratives of sleep. 
He knows, in spite of the prohibitions, 
that these are his.

Copyright © Don Schaeffer | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
You have outgrown your own methods of growth.
Jaded energy wants to keep you where you are.
Revise and refurbish that which has served you well.
A new infusion of energy is needed for you to dwell.

Structures are crumbling, though you are not ready.
Consider your next move carefully; are your intentions pure?
Are you considering others as you burst at the seams?
Be still, pare down needs and expectation’s beam.

Love, majesty, and mercy are on the way.
Serve the higher force to allow them to stay.

Trust your intuition as you move through the tunnel.
At your darkest hour, you find your own light within.
Use your own light to overcome darkness and fear.
Heal and move forward; happiness is near.

You can’t see the future clearly; stay on the chosen path
Shedding light on your fears propels you forward in the self.
Self-understanding, strength, and self-confidence are yours
As you face your fears directly and become more pure.

The light never was at the end of the tunnel.
It always was and forever shall be a part of the funnel.

Move with self-confidence into the sense of harmony.
Design, tension, and balance move in rhythm together.
Realize spiritual abundance of mind, heart and body.
The great work of the Spirit has moved you beyond shoddy.

Having made a major accomplishment and
Completing a path, success is in your reach.
Materialism is surpassed and ceases to matter.
The wise one knows that success follows disaster.

Hold the center in sacredness when chaos reigns.
Limitless light and substance is your new Name.

Copyright © Margie Boehmer | Year Posted 2008

Details | Quatrain |
For what do I carry you like a special mark
Like a brand I recognize, not you
I live in it like an old tree lives in its bark
Lashed and leashed to nothing new

Yet you are mine, my first piece of property
My bargain to belong to a history
I own what I paid nothing for, my first jewelry
A gift to your claim on me: ancestry?

In some far forgotten place of sacred meaning
It would have summed me for all
To understand my life, character's firm clothing
For some a honey throne, for others gall

Did anyone ask me, did I have a choice in this
Ascribed distinction of individuality?
Something unjust warps truth, while you insist
On hypocritical values of equality.

Take name and this history from me, and see
Joy eagles unfettered skies, for I
Am made to bear the master's vilest identity
Imposed on race with dark slavery

Gathered from our Africa home, stripped bare
Like the land, raped and mined of who
I am, without continuity, or exit from this fear
Searching for my past, my name leads to you.

And my older brothers, children of broken bonds
Meet as strangers in a callous street
Nameless, tongueless, uncultured hate stands
In broken memory at thy devil's feet.


Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2009

Details | I do not know? |
In a moment there is time e'en for
   The universe to move itself yet closer to its end.
In a minute there is time to
   Make decision by decision
       And to change yet one more time.
Yet still the seconds pass us by,
As though fate's flick'ring, wand'ring eye
Had cast its gaze, transfixed us with its stare.
And in a moment, still I dare not cry
That I have known it all, will tell it so,
The silence of the grave, the raging river-flow,
That life's steep waterfall, where thoughts would go,
But leads once more, once more, to one great question.
And moments mounted each on moments pass
As questions pass us by,
As questions fade, yet, known within themselves,
Have foiled our inattention.
And moments mounted each on moments past
Contract us toward an overwhelming question.
As indecision mounts on indecision
Yet we will decide.
As inconclusion would conclude our thoughts,
I find in you an overbearing truth
And, content,
Will yet decide if I have wrought
That superceding, incandescent cry.
As moment fades once more to tempered time,
Decision will, content, no more be mine.

Copyright © Natsirt Nav Neram | Year Posted 2005

Details | I do not know? |
My heads lost in confusion.
My heart drowns in sorrow,self pitty and pain.
I can't stand to see his face, if hurts to hear his name.
I'm falling apart, 
though my tears don't show.
He tries to understand but he'll never really know.
I've fallen so far from every one, so deep i'm near insane.
I can't stand to see his face it hurts to hear his name.
I try to make sense of this all.
The harder I try the harder I fall,
I'll never find another to take his place.
I can't stand to see his face, it hurts to hear his name.

Copyright © stacey ward | Year Posted 2005

Details | I do not know? |
She looks at him and lets out a sigh,
You can see the heartbreak in her eyes,
This man she lives for and made her life,
The man who asked her to be his wife,
Now has trouble remembering her name,
The expression on his face always remains the same,
And he doesn't look at her with those same eyes anymore,
It's like he's a different man than before,
Now instead his eyes are filled with confusion,
As if this whole world is just one big illusion,
Familiar things he remembers no more,
He gives a vague look when she walks through the door,
She tells him over and over again,
That she is his wife, his lover, his friend,
It frustrates her and slowly breaks her heart,
To see this man she loves slowly falling apart,
She feels so helpless with nothing she can do,
With no way to stop what he's going through,
And everyday she prays and wishes in vein,
That he would just remember her name.

Copyright © Emery Bowman | Year Posted 2006

Details | I do not know? |
don’t you hear me call your name? 
like saying it will ease the pain
my feelings were yours to hold
I’m happy in my new strange world
a look at love that’s yanked away 
empty hope you would feel the same
it didnt help it never would
never works the way it should
i call the name it makes it worse
no way to change the way it hurts
i hoped for love and hope is lost
left me beat down and double crossed
i crawl away to search again
the beginning changes but not the end
its the same as it was just a new face
the same type of hurt with a new pain
love was mine i held it upon a time
never see it again while i write sad rhymes

Copyright © Garret Warren | Year Posted 2007