Home » Poems » Best » John O Reilly » Best John O Reilly Poems

Best Poems Written by John O Reilly

Below are the all-time best John O Reilly poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

Details | John O Reilly Poem

Always

Come and live with me,come and walk with me.

Come and dance with me,come and laugh with me.

Come and talk to me,come and take my hand.

Come and listen to me,come and cry with me 

Come and share with me,come and hear my thoughts.

Come and help me out,come and see new trends.

Just come and be my friend.

Details | John O Reilly Poem

Selfish Man

As I look at his face in his depressed state 
The man just sits and stares into space
His face all twisted with anger and hate,of what has gone on in his daily place

This is a man that's held grudges for years
And when he cries it's crocodile tears 
Never a man to let things go,he'll always tell you how much you owe.

He's not father or friend but rather drive you round the bend
He never sees people and he should intend 
Because he'll never have a good word in the end.

This is a man that pushes people away 
With his snide remarks he could make all day.
As he wonders why people don't call anymore 
He has to realise there sick to the core.

This is a man that's hard to call dad
Because the life he leads is so sad
He can't build a bond because his demons are so strong
His family have left him and gone gone gone 

This is a man that will never realise that a family bond is the star prise

Details | John O Reilly Poem

Life's Clock

Time is precious time is priceless 
Every second ticks a minute 
Every minute ticks an hour 
Every stroke towards the midnight hour.

Born of our mother but still on the clock 
Like the pushing of a button on life's stopwatch.
Starting along being nurtured in life as the hands of the clock ticks by in sight

Growing by the hour and learning every day 
Watching the hands of time passing day by day 
Moving on in life and time passes on each year the clock ticks on celebrating a new year

Now as we get older and the clock goes tick tock you'll soon come to realise that the stopwatch will stop.

Details | John O Reilly Poem

Old Time Treasures

Spinning rope and skimming stones games we played before we got old.
Hide and seek and jumping hoop mores games played in or youth.
Lemon drops and red shoe laces sugary things to stuff our faces.

Sweet cream cakes oh how our bellies ached 
Cuts on our knees running to mommy for a plaster please 
Kissing it better there was no better pleasure 

Kicking a ball back and forth off a wall and hopscotch the game we skipped through it all.
Eating candyfloss and days at the beach no suncream and burnt like a peach.

These are the days we remember with pleasure kept in our mind like a chest full of treasure.

Details | John O Reilly Poem

Think

Money the root of all evil the way some people spend is really unbelievable 
The lavish goods the cars the yachts even the rolex watch
Now I'm not a begrudger but come let's look at one another
Everyone should be treated like each other 

We spend and we spend and some condescend turning their nose up to what's around the bend.
Not a care in the world for the hungry or the starving 

These people are suffering day in day out as there labeled and tagged as the down and outs.
Do people forget we were brought up to respect and treat one another as if we were brother's.

So spare a thought for these so call down and outs and stop flaunting your riches and shoving it in their snouts.
All they ask for is a little help in their lives to ease their worries troubles and strifes.

Details | John O Reilly Poem

Christmas Cheer

Christmas is coming it's a time for cheer
It's a time for celebrating with loved ones held dear
It's a time to celebrate with family and friends 
It's can also be a time to make amends

It's a time for shopping and wrapping of gifts
And taking the kids on there santa trips
It's a time for their letters to be on the way 
To the north pole on the polar expressway 

But as we make merry and dance with the cheer
And sit for this meal we have once a year 
To remember our loved ones we lost through the years.
But as we sit and shed silent tears
Our loved ones are above having there own Christmas cheers

Details | John O Reilly Poem

Mother

To have someone special is to hold and to cherish.
To have one to guide not judge or condem.
To have someone special to see your highs and lows.
Someone who guides you through life's merry woes.

To have someone special to hold you in there arms.
To hold you so tight when your scared at night.
To have someone there to talk and confide
Someone to steer you on life's merry ride.

To have someone special through the ups and the downs
To have someone special that has done there best
To have a special mother is to be blessed from the day we are born till the day that they rest.

Details | John O Reilly Poem

Four

Shadows cast across the land walking with the devil hand in hand.
Dark clouds on the horizon the four horsemen are riding.

Galloping across the plains hell bent on the devil's games.
Travelling like Knights of the damned on mighty steeds scorching the land.

Death and destruction and war is the plan
Reaping the land of every soul is planned
these four men are bound hand in hand 
Riding hard to reach the end of this little game the devil has in his hand.

Details | John O Reilly Poem

Excitence

My head is spinning it's on a roll
Too many thoughts to control 
Some thoughts rise with the morning sun
Others play tricks on the nights sleep to come.

As my thoughts play tricks on my night's sleep 
Vivid images of the ones I hold deep
Tossing and turning in my head wishing peace.

Cold and alone my feet touch the floor 
The sun now it rises and my thoughts begin once more.
I rise out of bed my head aching and sore.

The day now it starts my head in a twist 
Sleep deprived from the nightmares that exists.
Hoping that tonight my head will have bliss

Details | John O Reilly Poem

Tribute

As the man fell to earth we called him the star man.
He worn bright coloured makeup and clothes that we're glam.
He sang songs of the universe and was called ziggy when he jammed.

He said space was an oddity but wanted changes for this land.
He told us of life on Mars and Thursdays child was grand.
He danced with a China girl with modern love they held hands.

He dug through the ashes to find the genie of the land.
He danced in the streets into his golden years he planned 
He sang of a hero but he was the white Duke so grand.