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Pamela Wyatt Poem
It Only Takes A Moment
Written by: Jordonni
It only takes a moment,
To live your best life.
It only a takes a moment,
To take in all the smells, sights and sounds.
It only takes a moment,
To enjoy what life has to offer.
It only takes a moment,
So don't take life for granted,
For you have only one life to live,
And only one chance.
It only takes a moment,
To live life to it's fullest.
It only takes a moment,
To not judge people by what they do and say.
Because you want to be remembered
For the good things you say,
Not the bad things.
Copyright © Pamela Wyatt | Year Posted 2015
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Pamela Wyatt Poem
Written by: Pamela
Written on: 2/19/2014
Poem inspired by a letter I wrote.
Life
This is such a depressing life,
I guess I will have to buy a book,
Not feel that way in pain,
As I write this poem,
I get angry at the world in vain,
As plain as I can see.
My last poem was not appropriate
For anyone to see
I was wrong to let anyone read it,
I can see that is wrong.
I have to be approved by elderly
On how to act at home.
I want to quit life,
Like someone quits a job.
I really shouldn’t be this way,
That’s not the way to act.
When I asked for an opinion,
I always got the facts.
I have to buy a book,
On not crying dramatically.
Being more positive
is harder than it seems.
Copyright © Pamela Wyatt | Year Posted 2015
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Pamela Wyatt Poem
I get angry.
When people tell me how to feel.
I feel helpless,
When people don’t understand,
I feel worthless.
When people doubt my feelings.
I feel sad.
I just can’t pretend,
That I can’t defend.
People make me feel like
I can’t express,
so I feel hopeless,
Hopeless.
People think I am indecisive,
So I feel negative.
When people don’t want to listen,
I feel the need to not talk.
I feel I can’t fight it
I just overwrite it.
Copyright © Pamela Wyatt | Year Posted 2015
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Pamela Wyatt Poem
It is a thing of my past,
I wanted it to last.
I think it could have been meant to be,
but I didn't want to be a tree.
If he would have waited like two days,
we would have met each other and prayed.
I wanted it to last,
but I think now it is a thing of my past.
I wanted it to be meant to be,
but like I said, I didn't want to be a tree.
We could have prayed each day to make it work,
but I don't want to lurk.
I love him to death and always will,
but this has been harder to deal.
I would love to be just friends,
and if he wants to message me,
he's going to have to make the first move.
Copyright © Pamela Wyatt | Year Posted 2022
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Pamela Wyatt Poem
She lays in the coffin,
So still and sweet.
All our memories,
Couldn’t be beat.
We loved her so much,
But now she’s gone.
Her body is buried,
Beyond the head stone.
We come weeks later,
We miss her so much,
We can’t believe she gone.
She lays in the coffin,
So still and sweet,
All our memories
Couldn’t be beat.
We loved her so much,
But now she’s gone.
They bury her body
Beyond the head stone.
Copyright; 2015
By: Pamela A. Wyatt
www.facebook.com/Unpretty125
or
www.facebook.com/jordonniegirl1
Copyright © Pamela Wyatt | Year Posted 2015
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Pamela Wyatt Poem
When life is heavy
and sometimes hard to take.
So go off by yourself,
and meditate.
Enter the silence,
hand into prayer.
Wait for a moment,
for hope to be there.
Copyright © Pamela Wyatt | Year Posted 2022
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