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Ashley Dupree Poem
My five sense tell me that I'm hurting,
I smell the fear that I see in his eyes,
as I touch his skin and hear many cries.
For that same fear I've seen on t.v. ,
Never thought that those feelings would hit me.
My five senses ask me is there a such thing as love,
love smells like roses that glitter in your eyes,
the softness of true love wrapped around you so tight.
You hear bells ringing when you recieve that first kiss,
for my five senses tell me I've never felt this.
I know loves real cause of the laughter I hear,
the giggles I see, so loud and clear.
The taste of jello moving in my mouth,
the smell of dirt and cookies all through the house.
My five senses tell me that there is no hurt,
cause God sent my two angels,
one in jeans and the other in a skirt.
My five senses tell me so much,
please trust yours,
with every tatste, sight, hear, smell, and touch.
Copyright © Ashley Dupree | Year Posted 2008
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Ashley Dupree Poem
I can't believe you hurt me with those hands,
knowing that they were the same ones you've held me in.
You caressed my face and said I love you too,
I grabbed your hand and said tell me again.
Two years have gone by and there's something I have to say,
You're gonna be a father oh I can't wait for the day.
I'm now 4 months and my belly is growing,
You rubbed my belly with those hands,
And I let you without knowing,
Tears pouring down my face like rain,
Oh God please help me I'm in pain,
Not in labor, haven't fell down
the man that I loved has pushed me down.
With those hands you held me in
you rubbed my belly when our son was within
I've held your hand and said I love you
you've held my hand and said tell me again.
I see hands often so small and sweet,
they are the hands of my 2 angels oh how bittersweet.
Those little hands reach for joy,
Oh here they come a little girl and boy,
They grab my hands and say mom I love you,
I hold their hands and say TELL ME AGAIN.
Copyright © Ashley Dupree | Year Posted 2008
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Ashley Dupree Poem
Music is rhythm thump here and thump there,
the feelings of joy and the feelings of despair.
Many of us use music to calm us down,
many others listen to music when no one else is around.
The words are filled with violent and rage,
the artist continues not knowing this is a bad day.
I can't believe he doesn't love me,
the music is saying "cut me cut me!"
Those words did not come out of the those speakers,
but that's what I heard from this violent speaker.
Oh how I loved that music but not anymore,
Now gospel is my music no more blood on the floor.
Copyright © Ashley Dupree | Year Posted 2008
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Ashley Dupree Poem
I haven't given up on life,
I've given up on today,
keep telling myself why do I feel this way.
You do not love me,
for I don't care,
it's them you should love,
to hard for you to spare.
I've given up on today,
and today I cry,
today same as usual,
you lie and say you can't come by.
They ask me mom why we don't have a dad,
how sad, it really makes me mad,
I say babies you do have a dad,
her name is Ashley and she's the best you'll ever have.
I haven't given up on life,
I've given up on today,
for today is the day I feel this way.
Copyright © Ashley Dupree | Year Posted 2008
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