Best Confusionhope Poems
My anger is mine,
you can’t have it.
I keep inside,
deep inside a cavern.
Buried deep down,
until it rises to the surface.
Somehow I know
it erupts with a purpose.
Try and control,
the resentment and pain.
For what good reason,
hiding it in vain?
If I let it out,
where will it go?
Too scared to face the unknown,
you’ll never know.
I hope you don’t have it,
It feels like a disease.
On my mind it wreaks havoc,
the churning will never cease.
So what is the answer?
Pretend it’s not there?
Or hope it goes away,
my soul too scared to bare.
So if I let it come out,
Will I have peace one day?
Or will I end up having more,
disappointment and shame?
I have a question for you..........
Is there anyway that you can be with just me
Is there anyway that you can prove it to me
I can only hope that in time I will see
that you were the one ment for me
I know that it is hard right now and feels like we will never
make it through but guess what are love will guide us through
I know I love you more each day but the thing is do you still feel
the same way I know that we have had are ups and downs but
I hope you always know I will always be around
there are some things that are harder to get though but
it is not just me it is also the the things that you do
so I say this one more time
I have a question for you.............
I hope this puts your mind at Ease
Because there is a Breeze
Those Leaves will shed their Trees
Creating furniture for the Bee's
Now, Milk turn's to Cheese
Honey precedes Bee's
And in spite of that Breeze
Leaves grow new Tree's
I hope that puts your mind at Ease
Wandering through life day after day,
tossed like a ship in a mighty gail;
Trying to find a place to anchor,
So that I might finally cut sail.
I hope my ship will stay a float,
till I can find a harbor of peace;
Where the sun is warm, the sky is blue,
and the winds they will cease.
I have grown old and weary,
my hair once brown now turns gray;
Fighting this storm that I call my life,
battling both night and day;
Has left me weak and tattered,
just looking for some sweet rest;
I hope the morrow will be kinder,
and not the start of another test.