Best Lifegirl Poems
I am
The red ripe apple of the sinful tree,
The honey suckle of the bumble bee.
The pink blushed rose Of the secret garden,
The stubborn spoilt lass,never in pardon.
The youngest daughter of the honeyed sun.
The castle dream girl in Sands Of fun.
The jealous lover of the crescent moon,
The blowing Wind in strong monsoon.
The first white swan in the silver lake,
The seizmic tremor of each earthquake.
The scarlet love bird on each window pane,
The falling tear drop of crystal rain.
The candle's flicker of each passionate flame,
The Mystery!mademoiselle,madam,or dame?
The Copper butterfly in each Serene Meadow,
The Sunday church girl in White snow's shadow.
The brown eyed maiden of deep blue Seas,
The pretty Woman of soft strawberries.
The old fashioned lady in sweet proposal,
The gold stringed harp in music's motion.
The colored Smile on rainbow's face,
The flamenco dancer covered in lace.
The little Mermaid in pirates'streams,
The wafting wave in glittered gleams.
The twinkling Star Of black silk skies,
The lanterne light Of fire flies.
The Cindirella in glass slippers,
The happy verse of each romance.
The grown up baby who easy cries
The grown up lady who easy smiles.
The wishing feather of a flying free dove,
The Veiled young lady in the 'Power Of love'.
Charma
Poor girl
Poor girl walking on the street,
For three days she didn`t eat,
Her cotton dress was old,
Her thin body – very cold.
Winter wind was blowing harsh,
Suddenly, I heard a crash,
One moment… girl was down,
Blood… on all white town.
Is there in the street any rule?
Even way to heaven was cruel,
For this blameless soul,
Angel suffered all.
Blood on her white dress and arm,
Life can`t do her any more harm,
Angels raised her little soul – pure,
She had no pains to endure.
In her world there is no sorrow,
No worry for tomorrow.
- Please, girl, take me with you now!
- I`d do it. I don`t know how.
- Please, Lord, don`t let me here!
- Your soul to raise… needs many tears.
Love, help others without fears!
And God will be with you in all the coming years.
Mirror mirror on the wall who do you see looking back at you?
I would say to tell the truth but what is the truth really?
As you look into my eyes can you honestly say you'd answer back sincerely?
And just from a reflection, a mere image can you eat it up and digest the real me?
I guess I'm asking way too many questions maybe I should start first.
When I look into the mirror I see thunderstorms, I see troops running in dirt
trying to make their way home.
I see this girl in the mirror and who see's
a cracked reflection. Lines going up and down like lighting in the sky.
People tell her she's a dime piece but damaged goods she feels like inside.
But she still can't figure out why she feels incomplete.
Often times she feels obsolete just like empty milk cartons.
In this mirror she gets images of herself chasing rainbows and butterflies in empty feilds.
And instead of being barefoot she runs in heels. The real her, you'd have to dig down deep
for because she conceals it. Almost like little kids burying treasures in the ground for safe
keeping. If you find the door please turn it like a faucet and let her leak into you.
All her life she's been searching for someone to seep into. Someone willing
to soak up all her essense for like a sponge.
The girl in the mirror is still searching....
I am the girl who pulls stupid stunts
I am the person you will text all day
I am the lady who is maybe too blunt
I am woman who does it her way
I am girl who will jump into the fight
I am the person who longs to be free
I am the lady who always has to be right
I am the woman, this human is me
Life cant be hard when you have people to be right by your side
I seem to be the only sad girl who cant seem to keep her head held high
A girl with a smile so vain
It feels like everyday it seems to rain
But through this poetry , I release my pain
In my eyes I am a African queen and nobody can take me off my throne
I know I have been judged in life but is it because of my skin tone ?
I’m like fire
I cant bring you satisfaction
But I can bring a distraction
To me , fire brings desire
These rhymes I bring are straight from the heart
So sad to know how something so strong can split apart
This average girl isn't nice
and she isn't mean.
For this average girl has always
been something in between.
You cant choose between left and right
if they look exactly the same
Believe me
this Average Girl has tried
and always lost her way.
This average girl has got
a bit of everything
and it hurts her to think
that she will always be that way.
But It has never stopped her
from dreaming
for this average girl can dream
Though very down to earth
and realistic as she seems.
This average girl cannot
and will not fall in love
This average girl is never an
answer,
always : 'none of the above'
This average girl continues
to live life in a dream
for this average girl
sees life as average as it could seem.
I am the girl in the sweater
Hoping for things to get better
I am the sad girl on thanksgiving
Wondering why those who are not living
were not beside her in this life
Thirty-one days and she still cries
I am the girl lying on the ground
Wishing for what is not found
I am the girl crying late at night
Hoping and wishing he just might
come back and finish this off
so I wouldn't be the girl wishing to be Gone.
Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room, inside hides a girl with a
Brocken heart. Yet no one will ever see the pain hidden behind that confined teenage girl.
Living each day feeling alone, feeling like it's her against the world. Pain, hurt, and misery all
mixed into one. The loneness creeps onto her like the shadow of a foggy night. Delusion
creeps into the comfort of her lonely soul, giving her no delight. She feels hopeless, scared,
and alone. With no one there to tell her it will be alright. Her heart filled with anger and
sadness that will never go away. On the outside lives a girl with only one option, which is to
Pray!
Nobody cares that a girl is beaten for disobeying her father
Nobody cares that a boy is killed for trying to break up a fight
Nobody cares that a baby is drowned for crying too much
But I care… Its not right for people to turn the other cheek
Nobody cares that a gay man is stripped of his clothes and forced to walk out in the street
Nobody cares that a transvestite is revealed of a secret in front of their friends
Nobody cares that a lesbian is forced to make a ***** so her parents don’t find out
But I care… Its not right for people to turn the other cheek
Nobody cares that a girl is forced into sex, beaten when she refuses
Nobody cares that a boy is forced to clean up after his mother’s flaws
Nobody cares that a group of friends gets arrested because they look suspicious
But I care… Its not right for people to turn the other cheek
Nobody cares that a girl is beaten for disobeying her father
Nobody cares that a gay man is stripped of his clothes and forced to walk out in the street
Nobody cares that a girl is forced into sex, beaten when she refuses
But I care… Its not right for people to turn the other cheek
My child's addiction
By John B Scott
Is this what you really want ?
Numbing your pain with pills and booze
A little girl with ballerina dreams
But addiction is what you choose.
A beautiful girl with hope in her heart
Scarred from mans indecent ways
Abused and used shame took your fight
Life's truths have torn you apart.
Sobriety awaits for you my dear
Reach out your hand and try
I will be with you through thick and thin
My daughter the apple of my eye.
Look
what do you see
a past together and whole
a girl who wrote
released the pain
laughed on the pages
screamed out her anger
She had a way with words
and who is she now
that girl with the pencil
where did she go
what happened to her joy
what happened to the laughter
she hides it all away
the pain
the tears
she's lonely for her lover
dead beneath the ground
she misses the sister
supportive through it all
time steals it away
the girl had to grow
here she stands a woman
she's suffered in life
stands strong before you
and now she wonders
where do I go now
I peek out the window looking for a glimpse
while hiding as I don’t want to be seen
And I fantasize about the girl next door
and I wonder what my actions mean
I sit and dream watching others come and go
all the while sitting in my chair
Though I once had the courage to go speak to her
I’m now afraid and it’s not fair
I have a drink and light a smoke
and watch this girl next door
and I wonder well what could happen if I just said hi
and the answer makes me hide some more
I chastise myself for being weak
as I sit and write out my feelings in prose
When in my mind I’m walking over to her
and introducing myself with a rose
But that’s not what I do as I seldom mingle now
and my neighbors think me a terrible bore
And right they may be and though here I still sit
I dream of talking to the girl next door
I’m not me
look into the mirror, and what do u see?
A sad, depressed girl staring back at me,
She can’t even look herself in the eyes,
Tears well up, but she won’t let me cry,
I couldn’t take the world anymore,
That’s what I thought when I locked the bathroom door,
The girl in the mirror, she isn’t me,
At least not what I used to be,
This strange girl was out of her place,
Even the vibrant colors were worn off her face,
So many cuts and little scars,
When the pain of life just went way too far,
The smile she used to always wear, its gone unnoticed, and disappeared
All there is on her face, is anger and fear,
I didn’t want to, but she’s making me do it,
On the bathtub ledge, she forces me to sit,
There's a razor blade in my hand where the hell did that come from?
I shouldn’t do this; my body’s already numb,
Turning the faucet and the tub fills,
The water is so cold, it’s sending chills,
I knew what was going on, but couldn’t do anything about it,
My body wouldn’t respond, but inside me, I was having a fit,
Sinking into the water clothes and all,
I felt like a drenched puppet doll,
The razor at my fingertips,
I close my eyes and bit my lip,
This girl knew she was going to die,
I now can feel her start to cry,
Placing the menacing blade to her wrist,
I thought of all the things I’m going to miss,
I feel the blade deep inside my arm as I scream inside,
The anger within her will no longer hide,
The deed is done, my arms are sliced,
This girl doesn’t care at what price,
I stare down into the water, I can see red,
The room is spinning, shouldn’t I be dead?
Someone’s banging loud on the bathroom door,
I’m getting colder, down to the core,
The person beyond the lock is calling her name,
And began to scream when no answer came,
This body of mine, it’s getting numb,
My heart beat, it echoes like a drum,
My head leaned back, starting up at the ceiling,
While my mind is ringing,
The locked door is busted down,
I feel like I’m about to drown,
There is a boy standing here staring,
Sorrow and desperation burning in his eyes
Falling to his knees, he begins to cry,
Now look in the mirror and tell me what you see?
What you thought was me is not really me.
Hey have you ever thought
Look at her she’s so fake
Well maybe that’s why she’s distraught
Maybe she is trying to hide her mistake
The next time you look and say
Look at him he is pathetic, so mild
See his bruises, the ones they gave today
Tell me then that he is like a useless child
Well you see that girl with killer heels
The one that acts so loose
Well she hasn’t got a good deal
She goes home to her mother’s abuse
You know nothing about the kid
But see only the acts he commits
Don’t see the father from which he hid
Nor the scar from his father’s drunken fits
So don’t tell me you don’t judge
When you see the young girl with a bump
You think she’s a fool, and hold a grudge
But there is a reason she tried to jump
There is more to a book than a cover
There is pain cause from others
There are crimes committed by a lover
There are different reasons why people suffer
It's just me
Here's what I see
I'm a girl who's trapped
So wild and free
Here I am
No glitz or glam
I'm a timid wolf
Just a lonely lamb
It's just me
Here's what I'll be
I'm a sunny sky of sorrow
A joyful deep blue sea
Here I am
No diagram
I'm a girl who cares too much
But I just don't give a damn
It's just me
Here's what I plea
I'm yearning to be captured
Longing just to flee
Here I am
No tricks, no scam
I'm a rock in an oyster
Just a pearl in a dam
It's just me
Here I am
I'm an opposition of truth
A contradiction