Best Socialheart Poems
(Jodhpur is a beautiful, cultural, historical city in Rajasthan, India. This poem is all
about Jodhpur from her mouth as she told).
Left behind her beamish days of time of life, her days of girlhood…
Left behind her mother’s warmth and faced against frailties,
She left behind her father’s ires and raced against entelechies.
She brought with her those memories,
At once she wailed and bemused she smiled
She brought with her those glosses, palled in her eyes.
Left behind her rainbow and lived in blues
She smiles in low, her eliding Jodhpuri days.
Felled by griefs when thought of those kites at mackerel sky
Her heart yelled mutely at the Marwar soothed musical bliss fly.
There she drew by the Nagaur Turban and adorned faunae
Ceased by arts of jugglers, puppeteers and spread her wings with the winter newbie.
Revived with these memories she framed her ethnic hospitality
Multihued costumes and the aura of the folk dances attired by the society.
The copious finesse graced by palatable cuisine
Kachori, mirchibada and panchkuta are edible by.
Her blue eyes sobbed by her memories of palship
A walkover by the Balasammand lake
One will pass by the bird of Juno by the lush greenery.
The Sunset splashed with spectacular colours,
She enjoyed those days passing by the blue hills and envying canvas.
Retraced by the red sandstone and columnar, spire temples
She sketched her agone days with those prayers
Devoted towards the Shrine, deities and heroes of decades forgone.
Her heart thumped by her memories of gossips
Becharmed by the Forts and palaces,
The bygone era still reminds the battles fought
Witnesses still stand still by the chronicle held upon.
Lost by these memories colorful
She vivified in her vignettes
She brought up herself with the city
And she slept by the daydream known as Sun City.
Dated: 16/01/2010
Note: This poem is dedicated to my Jr. Miss Rajni
After all he has done and all the lies he
has told,
it is still his heavy hand she holds.
And if her soul would not ache
and if her heart would not break,
she would leave him their without a clue,
without a care, that is what she would do.
But their love, she feared, she could not
replace,
her heart a cold and empty space.
And a silent tear rolled down her face.
And as his rage and anger left his face
and shame and sorrow took their place,
he stood there crying at her door.
Telling her he loves and needs her more
and more,
he makes the same broken promises
he has made so many times before.
A tear rolls down her cheek as she opens
the door,
she holds him tight and tells him it will be
alright.
She helps him into bed,
he falls asleep as she gently strokes his
head.
Picking up the broken plates
she thinks of all the dreams they had,
a life of love and happiness and all that
might have been
now nothing more than a shattered
faraway dream.
She sits in her silence, deafened by her
screams.
As she lay down in bed that night
he pulled her close and held her tight,
she did not bother to put up a fight.
And a silent tear rolled down her cheek
as she closed her eyes and fell asleep.
She heard the front door slam,
and in he stormed with his heavy hand.
Bearing rage and anger she had not seen
before
she ran to the bedroom and locked the
door.
As the door flew open she screamed with
fright,
please baby please not tonight.
He did not hear her cries and pleas',
and quickly they were replaced by
screams.
Picking herself up off the floor
she ran to the bathroom and slammed
the door.
He cries on the other side of the door,
I love you and need you more and more.
He makes the same broken promises
he has made so many times before.
A tear rolls down her cheek as she opens
the door,
she holds him tight and tells him it will be
alright.
She helps him into bed,
he falls asleep as she gently strokes his
head.
Picking up the broken plates a smile
comes across her face,
my soul it will not ache and my heart it
will not break.
Holding a jaggered piece of broken plate,
so softly she whispers, it is time to leave
this place.
And a silent tear rolls down her face.
I fell in love; my heart goes thump, thump.
You, dear one, a beautiful tree stump.
Creases that shine so clear.
Your presence, calls me near.
Say you love me, while I have this bump.
My heart craves in desire, for your rings.
Fire burns inside, as the minstrel sings.
Your caress sometimes rough,
I am your man; I am tough.
Say you will be mine, please, my lust springs.
My darling, thus true, you are my stump.
Adore resting on you, on my rump.
I ache for answer, soon.
Before the budding moon,
My sweet love, do not make me a chump.
People do anything for money and that's truthfully so.
Money may be green but it doesn't in the trees grow.
And now we wonder if we're living in the last days too
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and pray.
I worship and glorify His holy name every single day.
When I don't read His Word I'm really feel bad and sad.
So many things and situations make me in fact mad.
And now we wonder if we're living in the last days too.
The economy is awful and the mighty dollar gyrates downhill.
Unemployment is at its worst and my heart is truly ill.
Winter is bitter cold and frosty snow plummets from the sky.
Good times come and go and friends will betray one day too.
So many people believe they're very smart.
Some rise early and some make a late start.
Many watch and hear but they don't listen with their heart.
Sometimes I feel fine but now and then I want to cry.
I try so hard to understand some many things or hence I try.
And some of us wonder if we're living in the last days.
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and just pray.
You want all your problems and mistakes to go away.
You wish you have more time in your hands to play.
Money may be green but it doesn't in the trees grow.
People do anything for money and that's truthfully so.
Good times come and go and friends will betray you one day too.
There's too much on my plate but there isn't much to do to say.
I worry about my future as you make about your way.
But in my heart I love you so and always will think of you.
I bow my head and pray hard that we can stay alive this day.
Winter is bitter cold and frosty snow plummets from the sky.
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and just pray.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2009
January,09,2009
Trashing Me,,
My mind says no.
But my heart says go.
Confused of woman.
My spirit wants to explode,
People telling me lie’s.
Tearing up my relationship for their rise.
Constantly having a crushed soul.
Just now understanding who is playing this role.
Hatred finely has sunken in.
Been thinking about hurting this evil person.
All the facts, finely added up.
Years of hell, the love.. I have lost..
I have learned to let things go, then begin to forgive.
Open my heart up, then let my soul be free and live.
They can trash me for as long as they want.
I know who I am, and so does God.
(Humorous silly holiday poem)
T'was the night of Thanksgiving,and I couldn't just fall asleep
I tried everything I knew,even trying to count some dumb sheep,
But nothing happened and I was getting more angry and mad at myself,
The leftovers were still on my mind and my stomach went just bleat!
I jumped over my bed and I raced to the door with all my power and might,
And right in the kitchen I landed,where some food was still on sight,
My heart beat it so fast like a train gone bad,when I saw all the turkey leftover galore,
White and dark meat were waiting there just for me, to my profounded delight!
There was cranberry sauce,apple pie and the most wonderfully sweet, pumpkin pie!
My heart aglowed and my mouth watered all over in front of all this sight,
For there I saw some chocolate pudding just sitting upon a tray,
So I gobbled and gobbled, till I thought I couldn't see another new day!
I felt myself swelling up all the sudden, right to the size of the house!
Then I heard this terrible noise,and I've just burst and rip off my blouse!
As I went off straight to the ceiling like a Speeding Gonzalez balloon!
I felt again so sick and so big as I went flying right past the face of the moon
But I still managed to YEEELLL to everyone in the whole town,
Happy Thanksgiving to you all!and pass me all your chocolate PUDDING! Please!
LOL
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka laydp2000
copyright@2005-2008
November,27,2008
" If I'm Your Next Victim"
"You" and those like you, who makes such a beautiful place
"God created called Earth" so unsafe, here's some food for thought
for you today, you hide in unseen places waiting for unsuspecting
faces, who are unaware of your deadly stare, how did your life get
on such an evil course? Is your heart still there, do it have remorse?
It's you who will die a million deaths, yet never die, because there's
no room for you up high. Hell will drop lower to accommodate your
rotten soul, my face is what you'll see every time your eyes close!
"If I'm A child" you have taken, those of you who search for me and pray
for my safety from my heart you are appreciated, yet if in their twisted
mind they decide my demise, my body please don't hide, so I'm returned
to those who truly love me, for once in your life, do something right!
Also deliver this message to my family & friends, tell them to live life to
the fullest for me and for them, and not to let an animal such as yourself take
away their happiness, this poem's sadly a sign of the times, it was created in
the hopes of changing minds, about committing such unthinkable crimes!
I've chosen to be another voice for those who's voice has been stubbed out
or silenced from your unsuspecting,undeserving and unnecessary violence!
So " If I'm Your Next Victim" and I pray to "God" I'm not
I pray that it means either voluntarily or forced
" Your Crime Spree Has Stopped! "
Poet: Tina Marie Clark
@2009
Dedicated To: The Families And Victims, of Unsolved and Solved
Abductions and Murders " You're No Alone "
I learned how to cheat,
because you always believed me
when we burned in the heat...
as I was lost in your beauty!
My smiles were lies,
gifts to cover them with cleverness,
but what is the price
a cheating man pays for his craftiness?
Nights without a woman's tenderness,
days without hearing her voice of gladness!
I took everything like a remorsless thief bound for cheats,
while another heart shared the same love you thought
was the only possession your faithful heart ever sought...
you miss all the smiles of my lies as your loneliness deepens.
My smiles were lies of an untrue lover showing
beautiful images of deception
but you fell for them without realizing
that in them there was no affection;
and today, remembering those those moments of exstacy,
nobody can persuade you from believing in my dishonesty!