Details |
Rockey.S Tushar Poem
I've been told a whole bunch of stuff,
Of who I am and who I'll be.
I'm not really sure why you think,
You know me so well inside and out.
You make me think bad of myself, like
I'm to be ashamed of who I've become. You've
Made me cry myself to sleep, made me see the
Make-believe side of me. Made me so mad.
And sad. And confused. And unfocused.
If I were to be what you've said of me these are the towns
I would live in the rest of my life.
I would live in the towns called,
Do nothing, know nothing, say something stupid,
Ugly faced women, overweight girl, talk funny road,
And dream chaser lane, amount to nothing drive,
Disappointer, liar, baby cryer, fat feet, flat arms,
Not good enough, model un-worthy, scared kitty,
Broken heart, ugly cryer, Jesus lover,
Suicidal heart, bad song, quiter, bad singer,
Addicted to screen, not good for anything,
Not worth fighting for, broken lil' girl,
Bad judgment of people, OCD, bad breath,
Bad friend, snoop, head in cloud, embarrassment……….
And so much more. These voices of people
Throwing insults like candy, saying what they think
Of me so often. So painful.
I wish this would stop.
How much longer till my life will be cut short?
I pray that today I will die. I can no longer
Live to be like this.
Copyright © Rockey.S Tushar | Year Posted 2024
|
Details |
Rockey.S Tushar Poem
A letter received with glee, read with happiness, wrote with love,
Sent in faith, dreamed with hope, with prayers prayed over it.
Oh, friend I miss you so, miss your smile,
Your voice, your perty blue eyes, her blonde hair,
But most of all, I miss your kindness, honesty, compassion,
Your hopes and dreams that you entrusted in me.
I miss your letters, full of sunshine, family bond, holy promises.
Oh sister, I miss you so.
And now, you're out there somewhere in this world,
taking it day by day, trusting in our sweet savior.
Someday, I know our paths will cross, and our tears will mingle,
with happiness and joy, as our prayers will be answered.
Copyright © Rockey.S Tushar | Year Posted 2024
|
Details |
Rockey.S Tushar Poem
Who am I, LORD GOD
to deserve such grace?
For your face to-
shinedown on thee?
For your voice, so
sweet and precious
to bless thou humble servant?
you giveth, and you taken;
lest that is what thou says.
But why, LORD of all,
give him wings so soon?
take away a precious babe?
All in your time,
all your ways;
Praise Your Name!
Amen.
Copyright © Rockey.S Tushar | Year Posted 2025
|
Details |
Rockey.S Tushar Poem
Pine trees green as emerald against the blue sky,
Waving their branches as I walk by
Sun shining bright as a marigold flower blooms,
Behind my figure dark against the warm ground my shadow looms,
I see a small blue house with a brick chimney,
A wooden porch standing
Looks so beautiful so majestic to me.
I close my eyes and breathe in deep
The smell of the country so sweet to me,
Towards the small patch of dark woods I go
Chilly breeze, crunchy leaves under my feet as I roam,
This, this is home to me the home i yearn for so tenderly,
In my memory it looks so small yet standing here
It all comes back.
Copyright © Rockey.S Tushar | Year Posted 2024
|