My Poems
Normally, my poetry is either romantic, tragic, or both. I'll be posting one of each genre on this page and hope you like my poems enough to want to pay for more. I may occasionally post some more of my poetry on the forums, so watch out for that!
I Don't Suppose I don't suppose You feel the flutter In your chest, when You look at me, and I smile back at you I don't suppose You always want To hold my hand To grasp it tight And never let it go I don't suppose You daydream Of the taste of My lips On yours I don't suppose When you get up Each morning, you Comb your hair not for Your friends, but me I don't suppose You feel it too The love outshining A million stars, A billion sunsets Because I do For you. | The Rest Tears creep up But I wipe them away I attempt a smile The sullen look will stay I flick through My old photos Two people In most. They hold hands Or sing Or laugh Or kiss Every time her face Or her smile Shows up, I die more. Anger overcomes me I slam the album back down I walk over to the door And know I am the clown The one who made Others laugh Others happy But always crying inside I miss her But she'll never know But i must keep on And so I will go Out of this door And out of this shell I'll show my true colors Even if it brings me hell She was the only one Who ever saw me And now with her gone The rest will, too. |
Once lost, Found anew
A hollow smile
Sad eyes following
The shadow of her form
As she walks away
He turns away
Never seeing the shadow
Glance back and
Hesitate, but leave
He raises his hand
To cover his eyes
Weeping away the sorrows
Ever present in his soul
Back home, he
Picks up her scent
Runs, leaps, throws open the door
And sees only a leftover jacket
Disappointment
Resentment
All mixing up in mind
But love, love, love
It doesn't go away
Her face in his head
The love he felt
No, the love he still feels
His friends know
He is not himself
They say he is sad
His smile is not a smile
He knows all this
Reminded of it day in
Day out
But someone knows
Someone knows his sorrow
His pain
His broken heart
His shattered soul
The days, they mesh
Together
He moves, but
He does not live.
He goes through his drawers
Chokes back a sob
The letter she gave
Was still there
Shaking hands careful
He unfolded the paper
Read the words
That had always ended in
"How I wish I could say more
But there are too little words
To express the love I do feel
For you, my darling. My love."
His heart called out
His mind was set
His soul was aching
His body moved
He gathered up the money
He still had left
Taking a last look at her
Picture, he left
He walked in the train station
Pishing past the ones
Who knew not of his want
His need
I got close to
The train, the thing that
Would lead me back
If you guys want to see more of my poetry, I have a collection of it available for purchase. It's not an expensive price, either! Just $4.00 for my Poets' Package, and I'll be working on more poems in the meantime. To purchase, go to products-and-services.php
