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Conrad Loadholt Poem
A very young lad, who just turned thirteen
Began to cry and sob in his bed
Wiping his tears on his sleeve
Why is my dad leaving and why must he go?
Was it a fault of mine
My fault, I don't know
His blonde hair, blue eyed, LI'L sissy
Who was under age four at the time
Didn't understand where her daddy was going
Why he was giving her sugar, & a long hug, leaving his tears all behind
Thinking that her daddy will be back home real soon
After all her daddy was her world, the stars, and the moon
Why did my dad have to go?
Why did her daddy have to leave?
Is this a nightmare that we are both dreaming?
Or was this a new "harsh" reality
Me and sissy came running to mama, and we slept with her that night
She tried to quiet us from crying by telling us everything will be alright
Copyright © Conrad Loadholt | Year Posted 2023
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Conrad Loadholt Poem
Ode to Life
Remember me as the years pass by
Do not be saddened
Don’t even cry
For I am near
Not far away
And we shall meet
Again some day
Remember me as I rest in my grave
I thank you my friend
For all the love that you gave
You stood by me and always was there
You showed me how a true friend cares
All that love me
Keep your love so near
Always remember me
And know that I’m here
In your heart is where I want to be
When you think of blue skies think of me
Copyright © Conrad Loadholt | Year Posted 2020
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I thought that I had a good friend
A best friend like everyone should have
my good friend, my best friend unfriended me
I felt a deep cutting with a knife, a poke, and a stab
Why did this happen to me
that is the one question that needs answering I must ask
At one second in time we were the best of friends
the next moment in time, we were enemies real fast
In my poetry, I find my true comfort zone
my true comfort zone nonetheless
I write about non-fictitious life events
true events in my life, for me, works the best
I will never ever give up hope
I will handle each situation the best that I can
I will try to smooth things over
And make my enemy my best friend once again
Copyright © Conrad Loadholt | Year Posted 2021
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I WANT TO KNOW HOW...
I want to know how
Life would be like
If the days were dark
And the night were bright
If the rain poured down
Without a cloud in the sky? If we all lived forever
And never would die
I want to know how
Life would be like
If no one stood up for
What they thought was right
If the winters were hot
And the summers were cold
If we all knew the answers
Without being told
I want to know how
Life would be like
If wars were won
Without battles to fight
If a deaf man could hear
And a blind man could see
I want to know how
How would life be
BY: CONRAD LOADHOLT
Copyright © Conrad Loadholt | Year Posted 2020
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Conrad Loadholt Poem
MY LIFE
I’M TIRED OF THIS THING CALLED LIFE
MY PROBLEMS I CANT SOLVE
CAN’T BELIEVE THAT I AM READY TO DIE
BUT DEATH WILL END IT ALL
GLANCING BACK ON YEARS THAT’S OLE
NOW I CAN HONESTLY SAY
AS A CHILD I TREASURED LIFE
I REALLY DO MISS THOSE DAYS
WHY IS LIFE SO MEANINGLESS
FOR THAT’S ONE THING I WILL NEVER KNOW
BEING BORN SO DELICATE SMOOTH
AND DYING WITHERED OLD
MAYBE THINGS IN LIFE THAT IS A HASSLE
I MIGHT AS WELL LET THEM GO
FOR I MGHT NOT DIE JUST SO SOON
I MIGHT LIVE TO BE GRAY-HAIRED OLE
Copyright © Conrad Loadholt | Year Posted 2020
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