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Christy Hudson Poem
The winds come and go
Like a cold breeze from long ago
Across the sea they blow
Up the shore
That's where they like to go
And past me they seem too flow
Blowing my hair to and fro
Leaving tears in my eyes
As to say sweet child goodbye
All at once everything is still
Except the sea upon the shore
NOTE: This poem was published many years ago in an anthology book under my maiden name Chasteen. I wanted to share this again with you. Thank you
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Christy Hudson Poem
The taste of blood
Is upon my tongue
The screams within my head.
Freighten of this nightmare ?
Flashbacks of a bloody knife
With the rotten smell
Still in the air.
Just a nightmare I keep saying
Or could it be I'm insane ?
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Christy Hudson Poem
Reputation is far
From accepting an invitation
Rumors, it's to late
For the facts
Innocence of a person
Can be seept away
Just like that
Gossiping and lies
Can lead to another
Making this person cry
Even harder
Because someone doesn't
Like this person
Tell me why make
Them suffer?
Trying and trying
Over and over
To get away from
The pain inside
Must you keep pushing
This person far away
Far away from
Their insanity?
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I closed my eyes
And thought o of you
And of the memories
That are dying between us too
I cried and cried
While hearing you say
Of course it will be no more
For the two of us has changed
Within so deep
Yet the love still remains
For that one I thought I hate
Falling into a deep sleep
I thought of the night we said hi
And of course the night we said goodbye
Those memories are as vivid
As though it was yesterday
But the memories are slipping away
To fast to say wait
Now life goes on
And nothing has been the same
You have gone your way
I have gone mine
If we meet in the middle
Let's start over
And do it right this time
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So many times we let
The little things pass on by
Without taking notice
Of those few precious times.
Everyone seems so busy
Always working, cooking or cleaning
To notice how fast our
Precious ones are growing
From the inside to the outside
There learning can never be stopped
And still yet we don't take
The time to stop long enough
To watch our little ones grow up.
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Night by night
I cry myself to sleep
But my worried eyes
Some how don't get to wink.
Deep in mind and in soul
Lies the pain that fills
These empty holes.
I cross my heart
And hope to die
That someday there will be
A twinkle in my eye
Morning comes and this time
I awake to see that sparkle
Within my eye it winks.
No longer in these empty holes
Is the pain for deep in mind and in soul
Is the twinkle of my own.
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