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Samantha Freitag Poem
During the day or night
The floors are soft and light
I look as if in fright
And see the labor of my life
The pond to my left
The trees of pink from the North stretch
All across to the west
In them the birds nest
So quiet and peace lending
When I'm here there is no pretending
A sweet song, garden sending
My soul and sight mending
This was my place, my solitude
Quieter than any I knew
Through this place, the wind blew
Bringing life around me, how it grew
All the answers to the questions of life
Never to be sought out because of stubbornness and strife
Rejecting like a knife
The answers to life
But this is our place
Never to go to waste
It is safe
Here in our place
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Samantha Freitag Poem
In the blink of an eye and it's over
Silence throughout the world, but it's over
Millions gone, millions still remain, but it's over
No dead lie in the clover
Those who live are dead
Those gone, live forever, never end
I was there and I knew
But the lost never do
It is something you choose
It doesn't choose you
During that time I was lost
Then I was found at a high cost
Most of the lost will stay lost
I and others will pay the cost
We stay free as long as we can
But we get careless and caught, at least I am
I am first, stands tall my end
I think of those behind me again
I think of all the words I said
I think of all the people I led
I pretend I'm going to bed
But then I am...
Home
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Liberator from confinement and control
Inspiration to grow wings and fly to worlds unknown
Bright star which we aspire to be
Rich source of knowledge
Astonishing others causing immitation
Refreshing part of the day
Important part of every life
Amazing traveler of dimensions
Never leaving my memory or my heart no matter to which world I travel
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Samantha Freitag Poem
Oh, love,
My father, my brother, my uncle, my friend, my love
Why must "hello" always end with "goodbye?"
I hold back my tears, making it hard not to cry
But why?
I try and try and try
To understand, but I can't answer the "why."
Your chair is still empty
I can't stand to hear the sympathy
Just the thought of your absence makes me sick
I think on and I say, "What a dirty little trick."
To give and take, and give and take.
To give and give and give, and take and take and take
Oh, why did you go?
To leave people who need you so.
What a horrible trick
To leave the chair without a name to it.
Why can't you come back?
Why can't I demand you come back?
Can't I just say "return"
And you fill that chair where you once were?
No, you are gone forever
Pain and suffering you will feel never
And we have that chair
That chair plucks memories from the air.
Why that chair?
I grow to hate that chair
That chair
Just there
That chair seems to haunt me
Taking all the peace I achieved
Why must we have that chair?
That empty chair
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Samantha Freitag Poem
Silence, eyes forward, and stay
Dear Katrina comes this way
She seeks with us to play
But we say
Dear Katrina, stay
Katrina, go away
But she came
She came just the same
With murderous brilliance and perfect aim
Dear Katrina the slayer, we the slain
And yet this is half of what she became
Dear Katrina, don't come to me
Rough and ready she comes full force
I wonder if she felt remorse
She felt nothing, of course
The force
It gets worse and worse and worse still
Until...
Silence, eye forward but stray
What's around me I can't say
Dear Katrina has done with play
Katrina has gone away
There's nothing around anymore anyway
Katrina took everything away
When dear Katrina came that day
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