Best Lifenice Poems
Driving home one afternoon from school,
It was raining and the air was nice and cool.
Less than a mile from home in my little S-10,
Traveling the same road again and again.
It was a freshly paved road around the bend,
Taking it nice and easy because my turn was at the end.
A dark green car came around in my lane,
I swerved so I would not hit the insane.
Before I could even blink an eye,
My truck was sideways as my tires let out a cry.
I had to think fast my time was running out,
I’m not going to live through this, my mind full of doubt.
Sharply turning the wheel all the way to the left,
Holding on for life like protecting something from theft.
The front tire bites and the truck slings around,
My heart sinks as I see a stop sign firmly planted in the ground.
Now bounding through the ditch on the other side,
Landing hard hitting my head as I cry inside.
Clipping the stop sign on the right side of my truck,
Is it over yet? Can I have the worst luck?
Woods dead ahead as if signs weren’t enough,
Now I’m dodging trees, bushes and stuff.
I slam on the breaks thinking how could it hurt,
I close my eyes as my tires fill with dirt.
The truck stops. I’m not moving anymore,
“Is this the end?” I think as I reach for the door.
My eyes open now looking at a tree,
I can’t believe I made it, someone was looking out for me.
By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 04/01/2009
it feels so nice to be missed
such an awesome feeling is this
thank you all for your compassion and care
believe me I have missed the days not there
just going through some difficult times
with prayer and perserverance the peace
will be mine
it truly touches my heart to no end
to know that I am thought about like a true friend
for this is a true diverse and caring group
that makes up the greatest the poetry soup
WE ALL GO THROUGH PERIODS
OF TIMES THAT ARE HARD TO DEAL WITH
BUT IT'S NICE TO KNOW THAT PEOPLE
ON THE SOUP REALLY CARE
A small town with no where to run.
Many friends, a love of one.
Family close blood of some.
Choices given, choices taken.
Run away to a road of awakening.
Arrived in a city where walking places feels of shame.
Men making advances a gross cry of games.
Being nice looking isn't always a good thing.
Where is pride when you cannot smile and give a nice hello?
A small town held safety on the streets.
A secure feeling in the city you cannot reap.
The desire to hold one was the drive to leave.
Running away meant to run and hide.
A trade was made, a trade that was wide.
From a quiet night with a view of the sky, frogs calling from their wild.
To a city that never sleeps.
The fast lane is set in which my work shall devour and breed.
For knowledge is the key that never ends.
For all is only new when you thought it was the end.
Running away, Running away from all that you like.
To hide brings up more of that, of which you left behind.
Stop in your tracks and see where you are, for one will keep running
until you can run no more.
Running away, Running away, supports a roller coaster life.
With no seeds to sow many roads to hoe.
Run Away, Run Away, Run Away Life.
Copyright@march 2010 MaryMMcShirley/Kilker
I’m gonna be all write
I’m gonna be breathless and right it out
I’m gonna rite it out
And be breathlessness without the doubt
Or the strain
Or the hurt, or the pain
Or the hope and hopelessness
Or there be an antidote to this
Like lipstick stain on white bread
And the lipstick on my coffee cup
I will be there
And I will remain colorful
Bright as makeup on the counter
I want to be put on and worn out ‘til the day I am unable to cover the flaws
Kept in a tube or in a drawer
I am going to be alright and make nice life
Love like nice life
Love like kind eyes
I am perfectly alright life
Eye and nice life kind of all write
-Jess
I’m sitting here thinking I’m here all alone
I’m sitting here right in my comfort zone
I know where I am I am safe and sound
There’s no one else there is no one around
I know what I’m doing I’ve done it before
What ever it is I do know the score
Nothing is changing I like it like that
I am sitting here quietly stroking the cat
I watch the same things on the TV at night
I have to sleep but I leave on the light
If I go anywhere then I drive in my car
I know where I’m going but do not go far
My surroundings are nice I like nice things
I open the letters my postman brings
I listen to music and relax to the tunes
I wonder around in familiar rooms
I don’t like changes but not many people do
But sometimes the changes are made for you
I control things as much as I can when I’m home
That’s because I’m there in my comfort zone
We sleep and dream to the tunes of the day...
We awake and do our thing for just some pay..
Its nice to play with our worldly possesions...
Playing nice and hidden from lifes deceptions...
A ride in my car all along the bank..
Watching the people like fish lost in a tank...
To easy to stay on road thats so straight.
Bottom hasn't falling out yet, no room for hate..
Up the steps I climb to the of my day..
A glass of wine by the window as the sun starts to fade..
Off to sleep I return like a bird to his cage..
For another day will start with a little less rage..
I want to be happy
but just saying it isn't adding
to my satisfaction
they provoke me and
I struggle each day not
to show a reaction
I just keep going on with
my day and I go through
the motions like a transaction
this can't be happening
why does sadness sneak up on you
like the alcohol in too many glasses of brandy
I work because I have this strange
desire to be seen looking fancy
I may be fly like a bird on the outside
but inside I'm feeling tapped out
I need a new map to find my soul
my heart feels let down
The nice act I play is getting a little old
and people tend to stomp on the weak
so what I seek right now is the closest thing
to heaven for a 19 year old without a party
to attend with free liquor and some gin.
I nice tall cup of Java that might give me the
false pretense of actually caring.