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Empty Words

Did you hope I wouldn't notice you gave me empty words to drink?
well my tongues tasted more lies 
than you would ever dare to think of.
You're not the only one with truth like poison in their veins.
whose ribs are shaped like cage 
holding tightly to the pain 
I knew even touched that wretched cup 
pour a glass of words to cover what you hide 
perhaps don't leave your secrets clinging tightly 
to the side 
but then again empty words.

Copyright © Mary Jane Randall | Year Posted 2018



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They May Be Young But They See All

They may be Young but they see all 
I was always told that I was to young to understand 
what was going on in my family & my life 
But I wasn't.
I was told to be a Sunday School teacher for high school teens
I was scared and I was afraid not to tell them about god 
but scared and afraid of what to teach them 
because I know in my heart that I'm a sinful person 
I'm not perfect and no one is but I was surprised at the outcome of this class
I prayed to the heavenly father to help me, guide me.
I believe he did because at that moment question came to my mind 
if I was a student how would I want to learn about god? 
and I love to write so I got each student their personal notebook 
I told them to write what ever comes to mind and if they want me to read it I will collected the books every first Sunday of the month.
I was surprised at how many notebooks I had to take home I read each and every notebook and cried. Because this teens have been through a lot and are still holding it all in.
all my problems seem to be less of a problem after the third and the fourth notebook. I have to admit I miss them all so dearly.
Growing up in a Samoan family became my burden, traditions that should help us grow was holding them back from fully blooming.
some Samoan family would never realize the heavy burden they have given their children to carry, while some Samoan family have looked outside the box and have given their children room to grow. Yet my students became my teachers, My sisters, My daughters. Each Sunday had them one by one teaching and read scripters from the bible discussing how it relates to us now.
they see a lot and they remember everything 
yet they are told that they are to young to understand 
I believe they grew up too fast they became adults.
while they are moving forward 
the adults are still the adults 
maybe we are to young to understand 
but can they be to old to know to much yet they just don't care 
I could never fully understand 
God your will shall be done

Copyright © Mary Jane Randall | Year Posted 2018

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Sometimes

confronted with struggle 
countless emotions simultaneously juggle 
sometimes I win, sometimes I fail.
sleepless nights of wondering thoughts 
flying through my mind like fire works 
on the 4th of July 
sometimes their great, sometimes their horrible.
Restless days of guilt clouds my better judgment's
pressure of being responsible for others 
heavily hanging on my shoulders 
sometimes falls lightly, sometimes I cant breathe 
no matter what there's always a tale to be told 
like a wave it is never calm but always there.

Copyright © Mary Jane Randall | Year Posted 2018

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Loyal

Don't look for face 
Nor color of skin 
But look for a heart 
Which is loyal within 
For face turns old
And skin may fade
But a loyal heart 
Is forever gold

Copyright © Mary Jane Randall | Year Posted 2017

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Time

don't look for the flaws
as you go through life 
even when you find them by accident 
it is wise & kind to be somewhat blind 
and look for the virtue behind them 
life is to short to waste
slow down if your moving to fast 
time is once 
carefully choose and decide well 

but then again I aint wise or kind 
But I am blind 
Blind to see all that 
yet I know
but blind to take my own advice.........

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True Colors

THE BLOOD HAS SHED 
IT WILL NEVER BE THE SAME 
FEEL THE INTRUDING LEAD

THE DRAINAGE NOT OF MY HANDS 
BUT FLOWS DOWN MY BACK 
IT WAS ONLY IN THE SANDS 
WHERE YOU PLANNED YOUR ATTACK

EXECUTED WITHOUT FLAWS 
WITH NO ISSUES AT HAND 
YOU DUG DEEP WITH YOUR CLAWS
INTO A FACELESS LAND


YOUR FACE FULL OF LIES 
WHEN GREET ME AT THAT PLACE 
I SEE THROUGH YOUR DISGUISE 
AND REJECT YOUR EMBRACE 

THE WOUND YOU TRY TO HEAL 
IS NOW A GAPING MAW 
YOUR WORDS CAN NEVER CONCEAL 
YOUR TRUE COLORS I SAW

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Dedication To Stacie Naea Seufale

My Dearest sister Stacie 
how my heart ach 
the pain and hurt I'm feeling leaving me with out words
I cant believe the News because I just talked to you last week.

My dearest Friend Stacie 
what am I to do?
because I'm speechless, I have so much to tell you 
but all I hear is silent and a picture of you mimicking everything I do 

My dearest Stacie 
memories of our high school times is on repeat like a playlist on your phone 
in my mind. Annie, Lina, Tofi, Pauline Skipping school going to Pauline's house and hanging out, talking about anything and everything.

My dearest Stacie 
Have a save trip and when you see my grandmother cause I know she's with your grandmother hanging out give her a kiss from me and tell her I miss n love her. My dearest Stacie don't worry Ill check on your mother now and then, But I'll even check on the kids and the hubby just to see if their alright. I LOVE YOU MY DEAREST SISTER SAFE TRAVELS

Copyright © Mary Jane Randall | Year Posted 2018

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They Just Dont Know

THEY COULD NEVER IMAGINE 
WHAT I HAVE TO GO THROUGH 
THE DEPTH OF MY PAIN 
AND THE DISABILITIES TOO

THEY COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND 
HOW I STRUGGLE EVERYDAY 
JUST TO LIVE MY LIFE 
IN A MANAGEABLE WAY 

THEY COULD NEVER COMPREHEND 
WHY I FEEL SO MUCH PAIN 
I HURT ALL OVER 
SO HARD, TO SURVIVE THE STRAIN

THEY COULD NEVER GUITE BELIEVE
JUST HOW MUCH I ENDURE 
WHAT I REALLY FACE 
FOREVER HOPING FOR A CURE 

THEY COULD NEVER UNDERSTAND WHAT I DEAL WITH 
I AINT NO MOTHER, I AINT NO WIFE, 
YET I SUPPORT THIS FAMILY DAY IN AND DAY OUT 
WHAT I REALLY WANT IS A BREAK 
UNDERSTAND ME PLEASE 

THEY JUST NEVER COULD UNDERSTAND

Copyright © Mary Jane Randall | Year Posted 2018

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Teach Me

Teach me to always dream
however it may never come true 
but that's the best way to live life through 

days teach me to dream high 
never give up and always try
never let go or say goodbye

teach me that when there is darkness 
for sure dawn is the next 
and when everything is so tiring 
for sure there would be time to rest 

days teach me to always care for a friend 
always be true and never pretend
always love with no end 
and the broken hearts try to mend 

teach me never to feel the hate 
always be confident and never hesitate 
always believe in fate 
things happen for a reason 

days teach me that lovers meet & stay together 
and others are apart so
if you are one who have been left behind 
don't cry don't suffer just search for a new start 

teach me the past I must forget 
and nothing needs my regret 
to open my heart and forgive 
cause that will help me to survive and live 

days teach me to always offer my helping hand 
and never doubt in people when there is no proof
and always try to understand 
not to be shy, If I've done something wrong

teach me to admit and proud that I have learned 
a lesson that will help me to be strong

Copyright © Mary Jane Randall | Year Posted 2018

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Poison

It boils within 
Slowly poisoning all it touches
Corrupting all that is within
It has now reached a new level

A level i never thought existed
For it has boiled over everything 
Everything i have, everything i worked to keep 
For i am now totally corrupted

Drowning in poison 
The poison of my life 
The poison you help me create
The poison that has been growing within me

Anger, anger is that poison
The poison that is eating me alive 
Corrupting everything, every cell of me 
Turning me into a corruption 
Corruption of poison

Copyright © Mary Jane Randall | Year Posted 2018

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