Best Artday Poems


Donde Estas Corazon

time simply seems to drift out unto nothing, creating history
yet the image that is painted in my heart is still fresh
the kisses that once were painted on my lips are still warm
tears that we both drew are still wet, this feeling is on fire
i dont know what to do, this heart of mine wont give in
sometimes i wonder why God put you in my life, and in my heart
i need you to know that you were the most beaufitul thing that ever happend to me
with you i saw many different things, i learned and became strong
i never had the love that most get when they are children, i was neglected
no one ever showed me what it was to be loved, or to even love
then out of no where you took my heart, and gave yours
i did not know how to react to so much affection, but it felt so good to be cared for
it brought warmth to the soul to know someone cared if i was alive or not
maybe one day i can hear your name and not cry
perhaps one day i can see your beautiful smile again, and not have my heart turn to pieces
i know today you are happy, and i wont come to you, i know it would hurt you
this is my way of showing you how much i love you, i will stay away so you can stay happy
no one could ever take away the moments that we shared, or the love we feel for eachother
i need you to know that you painted the most beautiful portrait in my heart long ago
today i sit here, tomorrow i will only be a memory
my heart begins to change, and i dont want it to, because i know who you are to me
someday the fire that burns in my will be put out, slowly it dies
i need you to know that you will always be my alley, my wifeybear
maybe one day you will ask donde estas corazon

What Wll I I Be

Words of wisdom a poet decision.
A slave to the day but at night I am free.
Living a life of eternal division.
Still I am clearing a path soul burn beyond the third degree
Walking dead but at night a wove is what I am bond to be.
A day walker and also a night beast.
Claws and fangs each night the pain increased.
In the end what will I be.
Voices screaming in my head pick me! pick me!
A slave by day but my rage-full at night.
Blood thirsty hunting for a prey to bite.
Skin frozen heart colder than ice.
My words slice through bones a spoken knife.
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Sierra

Shy at first until I know you.
  I love to talk even when no one is listening. 
    Enjoys to read and write even when I have a writer's block.
      Reads too much for my own good.
         Respectful towards all as an oath of God. 
             A very intellegent young lady who longs for the love and attention of her family. 


Excellent in school
  Loves children, and to make them laugh.
    I am a great person 
      Zodiac sign is a leo, so yes I am stubborn. 
        An outgoing, outspoken female.
          Brat when I need to be. 
            Excels in my writing ability.
              Talented teen who struggles in life, but don't let that affect her day to day life. 
                Has a great heart and lives for God.


Pulsating Void

like walking in a tulip garden
i undo the aquablue,
how many steps you were away,

entwined like mangrove:
our roots were standing upright
to breath in moist silhouette

of equatorial sun, blooming
in anguish of separation: come
one day to leave me forever,

a train in desert going nowhere
on ancient wheels of time;
and i will aim for a perforated flight

one day to be reborn and the shadowed
ride under the truth will open
the husky lips of pain


SATISH VERMA

Processed Thoughts

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encrusted my eye  sockets 
rebuilding
a new view i see it clear i see it well the burning
sensation called HELL.
people walk around all day in a zombie like stage
answering to their higher power.
YES
MAN
NO
SIR
RIGHT AWAY MAM
well i will sleep when im dead and thats to be seen
i believe in an awake dream
palms all sweaty teeth grinding
 two left feet one following the other backwoods
   im in way too deep walking blindly into a one way exit
    forgetting what i was to remember i lost my way when i stopped
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               ill find my way when i say goodbye 
i must trust again i must want again
in the waking of the new day i see you smile
we are in love   AGAIN 
now i can sleep ...

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