My Story Poems - Poems about My Story

Happily Ever After

Once upon a time long gone …
The reigning queen let out a yawn,
And stood up from her regal throne
To trample down the hall alone

She ripped the crown from out her hair
And flung it out the window there,
It tumbled down the castle wall …
No knight or king did hear it fall

And off the ground it did

True Story

Walking in the front door with my sisters in tow, the phone on the sideboard in the dining room started ringing incessantly.  Upon answering the phone, a very determent voice accosted my ear with, ‘You are the lucky winner in our draw to receive a Life Coat makeover for your house—‘
‘This is not my

The First Love Story

She held the sky in her hand
to unveil the first morning
blue and trembling
like love before its name.

He tried to catch a glimpse of her,
to unveil a closeness near
soft and golden
like warmth before it learns to appear.

Orchards of fruits obscured the gaze
leaves hung like listening skin
So, desire plucked them
like want before it learns to begin.

Peaches began

In the depths of every soul lies a secret story

In the depths of every soul lies a secret story,
A place where sins and desires slowly weave a tale,
We are travelers through shadows, bearing unknown guilt,
In the silence of the night, memories become unseen wings.
Every heart carries a secret, an unspoken crime,
A thought born from the desire to be free and loved,
Beneath the mask of

The Umbrella Story

He’s someone she once knew. He’s the reason she loves the rain and why she finds herself always waiting for the next storm. The bigger the storm, the more she remembers, sitting on the back porch at Angel Ave, wrapped in his arms. He always made her feel safe during the loud cracks of thunder.

The

My Life story

Whom are you following and pleasing, and bowing
Jesus, Jesus, we call, proclaim as spiritual beings 
Read the Bible that shows our actual level of living 
Rented in a worldly habitation, owns nothing 
Pride within destroys the inner spirit prevailing
Self-righteous judgment is a scheme of the devil confronting
 
God of peace compels us to seek peace
Love

I'd like to tell you the the story

I'd like to tell you
The the story
Of weird life of english tori
The history of imperialism
The quests of human groups for territory

Of the political bias 
On pair based 
Or the triangles
Or quaternions 
Of that that 

And you yourself
I do assume
Is never really sorry


- - - - - 


It's true Computer does respond  
That I am

Hello, old friend

"Grievance upon you,
       My mere mortal kin.
       You didn’t try hard enough,
       Now sit with your sin"

I’ve sat here before,
And I know your game.
You feed on my sorrow
And wear it as shame.

     "You

A Ghost Story

"I want to die in your bed
With bittersweet memories,
And a drunken head.
Never want to be alone,
Not for a single moment.
I am scared, scared of the ghost - 
That lonely soul in the white garment.
Funny, nowadays I'm feeling lonely too
Maybe that ghost is a mirage of mine,
BOO!
Now, why are you going away, 
Leaving me, creating this

As I Slam Arthritic Hands Into A Broken Keyboard, Nobody Can Hear Me Screaming

In a rather egotistical
and pathetic attempt
to immortalize myself,
in something I lost,
everything.

And now that I’ve burned
all of my bridges and I’m drowning,
the only thing I have left
to do is work. 

And it's not working.

And the only ones
praising my work
are little kids,
the same age I was
when I broke everything.

Lucky me.

I watch them do
the same foolish things,
reaching for

An Arctic Story

At first light trudging through the Arctic Snow,
Is it for thrill or just a Facebook photo show?
As the Arctic wind buffets our flushed face,
The long-awaited walk soon becomes a shambles of a race.
Hands morph to splintered wood, eyebrows deftly freeze,
And yet the brochure promised we’d do this trek with ease.
Soldier on, embrace the frigid grind,
Pray

In the depths of the night, when stars tell their story on the vast and eternal sky

In the depths of the night, when stars tell their story on the vast and eternal sky,
she walks like a shadow of light, with steps of butterflies in colorful flight.
Her beauty is an enigma, a dance of the sun on fields in bloom,
a gentle warmth like the dawn's awakening, embracing the earth.
Her gaze is a

a page from my life story

  The story of my journey has many pages. 
          I open to a one that is yellowed, old,
  crumbling.  Oh, that park at the end of our street,
              

YOUR STORY

Today’s blessing is a simple one…
but with knowledge and wisdom it is rife…

Never allow another person…
to write the story of your life.

If Loving You Was the Story

If loving you
was all I was ever meant to do,
then I’m glad
I did it
with everything I had.

No, we didn’t last.
But for a while,
didn’t we feel infinite?

You smiled—
and the world softened.
I spoke your name—
and it sounded like home.
Even now,
some part of me still believes
we met for a reason
bigger than goodbye.

I wanted forever,
you only stayed for a

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