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Cheyenne Hickman Poem
~For the man who doesn't love me, but the only man I'll ever truly love.~
You may lie to me,
But I will never be anything but truthful to you.
You may not always love me,
But I will never stop loving you.
You may not always want me,
But I will never want anything more than you.
You may not always need me,
But I will never need anything as much as you.
You may not always keep me close,
But I will always keep you close to my heart.
You are my trust, my love, my want, my need, and my heart.
You are my everything.
I am yours, always.
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Cheyenne Hickman Poem
Eyes Tell Stories
The werewolf stands there,
The only thing it does is stare.
A monster there in its eyes,
It stalks closer through the brush,
The wildlife around becomes hushed.
A night reflected in its eyes.
You hear a harsh growl echo,
The fangs of the werewolf show.
The menace increases in its eyes.
I turn my back from the danger,
Then appears a mysterious stranger.
Sadness is seen in his eyes.
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Cheyenne Hickman Poem
A lone wolf,
Standing just in front of me,
Just out of reach,
Always so far out of reach.
This one lone wolf,
This one beautiful creature,
He alone is my freedom,
I love him.
With every fiber of my being,
I love him.
If he were to only step toward me,
I would know that he feels the same.
But as I stand here,
The realization,
The truth,
It shatters what little of my heart was left.
He turns to go.
I stand there,
Watching him turn his back on me,
One final time.
My love,
My life,
My Warrior.
My protector.
My wolf.
He still walks away,
Vanishing before my eyes,
Forever leaving me alone.
I stare after him,
Even after he is long gone.
I drop to my knees,
Feeling dead and alone inside.
Forever.
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Cheyenne Hickman Poem
In the light of another early morning,
I stand outside, watching the birds soaring.
Today will be one of a better day,
If only my peace were here to stay.
But alas the serenity I feel will all disappear,
And in it's wake will be the shattered things I hold dear.
The crumbling memories of love lost,
The broken dreams forever lost.
A close friend once revealed a light,
But now I am utterly alone in this fight.
There is no love left for me,
I am broken, can no one see?
Now always left behind,
Why is no one ever kind?
I am no longer who I use to be,
Sometimes I just wish that I could be free.
As free as the bids high above,
As free as a highly soaring dove.
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Cheyenne Hickman Poem
I sit back watching the sky fade to gray,
Asking myself one simple question;
'Why do I stay?'
But as I ask this question,
It remains unanswered.
Why this is, I would greatly like to know.
I lay back in bed at the end of another day,
Needing the answer to a simple question;
'What do they want from me?'
And yet, even to this question,
I recieve no answer.
I wonder why I am granted no answer.
I watch as he walks through the door,
And I ask this simple question;
'Why is it so bad to be with me?'
Yet again there is no answer to be heard.
Questions run through my head,
Each day and each dreadful night.
'Why do they assume I have no feelings?'
'Why can't someone just love me?'
And alas only one question is there every second of every day;
'What will it take for me to finally belong with someone I love?'
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Cheyenne Hickman Poem
An Angel appears before me,
His presence is the only thing I can see.
He speaks to me in a way I don't understand,
And yet, deep down, I feel as if I should understand.
He turns to leave,
But I beg him to stay with me.
He shakes his head sadly,
He kisses my forehead, then he is gone.
In the morning when I woke,
I believed it all to have been a dream.
But as I look around the room,
I see a single black feather on the pillow next to mine.
Removing the feather from the pillow,
I hold it close to my chest.
A single tear comes to my eye,
I have many raging emotions inside.
Some feeling of loss and sadness,
Even feelings of anger and despair.
But even as all these emotion rage a war inside,
From each and every emotion, I cannot hide.
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Cheyenne Hickman Poem
Moments are used,
Lives are wasted,
And drugs are taken.
People go hungry,
Families break up,
And war breaks out.
Parents go to prison,
Teens become moms,
And women have abortions.
Teenagers runaway from home,
Children take their own lives,
And people are abused.
Issues are ignored,
The guilty are set free,
And victims are denied justice.
In a world where billions live,
Most are ignored,
Most killed by one thing or another.
How long will it take for people to realize,
This cannot continue on,
That we cannot continue on this way,
Like animals, monsters, and murderers.
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