Tomorrow is coming, it always does,
yesterdays gone left in the dust.
A hungry child dies everyday,
someones mother has cried today.
Children growing up in poverty,
the tears have washed away his dreams.
Her belly hurts the food is gone,
Its been many days since she had some.
The rats they gnaw at her mother's pain,
they've eaten up every grain.
Food is the sustenance of life,
his hunger cuts the bread like a knife.
Vickie Hurtt-Thayer
Love has died, but I still try,
A bitter sweet love leaves a sting inside.
Your reasons for leaving were plenty,
As for me, I had so many.
You gave me beautiful roses of red,
Love hidden behind their meanings misled.
Sharp thorns have made me realize,
That a gift can come with a painful price.
My wounded heart it still beats,
It needs to have faith when it seeks.
When new love is found my heart will heal,
But his rose's thorns they attempt to kill.
In pain while holding them tight I bleed,
My heart is once again unsheathed.
Well-chosen tears falling from my eyes,
This time I wont let my roses die.
Vickie Hurtt-Thayer
My pain,
Hides among,
Beautiful darkness,
Betwixt cracks,
In my smile,
Tears,
Sometimes,
Fill those cracks,
And drown the pain,
For awhile,
My old friend,
I call you,
Out again,
Hoping,
You'll never,
Learn to swim,
In pools,
Of...Silence.
(Vickie Thayer) 2018
I Swallowed,
My Bitterness,
Down With Pride,
If I Said,
"It Tasted Great,"
I Would Have Lied,
Hate Got Stuck,
In My Throat,
Next,
To Regrets,
I Drank Last Night,
None Of These Pills,
Were Good For Me,
I Had To Play,
Referee,
"Foul Play,"
Was My Call,
As My Tongue,
Began To Loll,
With Much Distaste,
I Swallowed,
It All.
(Vickie Thayer) 2018
I See Your Smile...
In Winter's Bark...
Cold Is...
My Window View...
Barren And Stark..
Your Grandness...
Is Welcomed...
With A Color...
That Warms Me...
Fire Bright...
Flashes Of Red...
Against Winters White...
God's Cardinal...
A Beautiful Sight.
(Vickie Thayer 2018)
You Shall Find...
My Spirit...
Flying On...
The Wings Of...
A Beautiful Dove...
It Has Found Me...
In This Life...
Many Times...
I Shall...
Ride With Him...
Alone...
But Loved...
My Spirit...
Climbs With Him...
Towards The Heavens...
Beyond...
Earth's Clouds...
Moon And Stars...
Every Morning...
You Will Hear Me...
As I Coo...
You'll Always...
Know I'm Near...
You...
With Him...
You Need Not...
Look Far...
You Only Need...
To Feel...
My Love...
Deep...
Within.
Vickie Thayer @2018
If I could tell you...
How I felt...
Every time...
The monster...
Whipped me...
With his belt....
Welts upon my flesh...
He left...
But they're not...
The only...
Scars...
You'll see...
Pain still festers...
Deep...
Inside of me...
Tears...
Drowning...
With my pleas...
The Mother...
Who...
Forsook me.
Vickie Thayer 2018
Into A Corner,
Of Morning Light,
God Nudges Me,
With A Beautiful Sight,
I Pay No Mind,
As It Breaks Through,
Sadness In Me,
Sticks Like Glue,
Paint Away God,
I Won't,
Enjoy The View,
God Asks,
"Whoever Heard,
Of Such Hullabaloo?"
Vickie Thayer
she tricked him,
she baited her,
her soft steps,
leaving no trail,
when she ran off,
the only thing they saw,
was her,
fuzzy bunny tail,
her intentions were hidden,
a clever disguise,
masked beneath,
her evil human eyes,
she was determined,
to take them all,
the big ones,
but especially the small,
after all, who could argue,
when the bunny wiggled her nose,
a carrot for them,
hidden beneath her clothes,
mesmerized and unaware,
sisters and brothers,
she didn't care,
all caught in her bunny lair,
her cute disguise,
surrounded her designs,
spoiling them,
she hid maggots and flies,
hopping away,
claiming no such tale,
the bunny thinks,
she covered her trail,
but children grow up,
no longer believing,
in fairy tales so ugly,
or a sister so deceiving.
(Vickie Thayer Poetess 2018)
I Hear Your Silence,
I Know Your Smile,
I Feel Your Love,
I See Through Your Eyes,
I Touch Your Mouth,
I Kiss Your Lips,
I Miss Your Touch,
I Feel Your Presence,
It's All Around Me.
You Are Still Here,
Your Body Is Gone,
Your Soul Taken By God,
But,
You Are Here With Me,
Everyday I Notice You,
In The Smallest Ways,
I Can See You Now,
As I Look Into My Mirror.
There Is A Tiny Speck,
Of Angel Dust,
In My Eye,
I Shall Leave It There,
For All Time,
Until One Day,
When We Meet Again,
And Walk Together,
On,
The Other Side.
(Vickie Thayer Poetess 2009)
Hush My Baby,
Wake Up Now,
The Moon's Shining Brightly,
On The Misty Bough,
A Man In The Moon,
Has Tripped,
The Fatted Cow,
And Now My Child,
We Shall All,
Fall Down.
(Vickie Thayer Poetess 2018)
I Often Think Of You,
Your Wet Nose,
Soft White Fur,
Your Forgiving Heart,
You Were With Me,
Twelve Years Of Our Lives,
Daily Walks,
Begging For Treats,
I Thought We'd Never Part,
I Know I Will Always,
Love You,
I Did From The Start,
I Feel Your Breath On My Shoulder,
I Know It'S You,
Wet Nose,
Soft White Fur,
Just A Little Older.
Vickie Thayer Poetess 2018
I'm Going To Heaven,
To Raise Some Hell,
There's A Person Up There,
That Needs To Be Bailed,
She Boarded,
The Wrong Bus,
After She Died,
When God Found Out,
I Heard Him Sigh,
So When My Time Comes,
And My Ticket Is Stamped,
With Gods Help,
I'll Confront That Tramp,
Tell Her The Place,
Where She Really Should Be,
Is With The Devil,
Way Down Beneath,
I'm Sure She'll Deny,
All She Has Tried,
But When I'm In Heaven,
And Raising Hell,
She'll Get Burnt,
When I Tell!
Vickie Thayer 2018
Dear Jack,
Even your liquor,
Agrees with me,
That you're stinkin,
From drinkin,
Oh,
I know you say,
That you love me true,
A Liquid courage,
Always persuades you,
But your stinkin from drinkin,
And I think,
Your liquor's a drunken fool.
Vickie Thayer
Poetry is not simply rhyming words,
It's a genuine work of art,
Painted from inside,
A memory captured,
Broken hearts dripping pain to paper,
With tears that erase impunity,
It's grasping hope that is lost then found,
And cleverness that fondles laughter,
Yes,
I hide you in my poetry,
You are there,
In every word.
Vickie Thayer Poetess 2018
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