The poems I write come from my life experiences...my overactive imagination...and my observations of all that fall between the two. I've tried writing in several different styles...though I couldn't tell you what they're called...or even if I followed the rules correctly. Some are new...and some were written years ago. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome :) |
Do you see the tears of a rose
Can you feel the empty heart of a leafless elm...
Even when I'm far away
I won't forget you never...
She looks out her window
As the shadows close in around her...
Little girl you cry there's something wrong
I look around and you're alone...
Gazing across the cracked plains of my soul
I see a mirage of the person I used to be...
It seems like only yesterday
I fell in love with you...
Noisy crowded buses run
Taxi cabs they scurry...
When all that's around you
Seems awkward with trouble...
Discovering...I pull myself into her eyes
Beyond my reflection I bathe in a tempest of...
I remember her voice
So soft...it's almost a whisper...
She claimed that she was looking for a commitment...but what she really meant was that she needed to be committed! :) |