Open Poetry #1 |
Just A Guy's Poems (Update #1) |
The Lonely Stranger Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 361Upstate, NY, USA |
Folder for my poems and your comments on them. I hope you like some of them. the newest poems are at the bottom. ------------------ Some men see things as they are and ask "WHY ?" I see things as they could be and ask "WHY NOT ?" |
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The Lonely Stranger Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 361Upstate, NY, USA |
--- A Little More --- *~* My heart is broken, my spirit cries. I only lived to see your eyes. *~* But now you've left, you've gone away. I died a little more today. |
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The Lonely Stranger Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 361Upstate, NY, USA |
---Go Gently--- *~* Every day when I awake, I make myself a vow. To tear you from my tortured heart. If only I knew how. *~* Clearly it is not a place That you choose to be. I feel it in your curt replies, Each time you talk to me. *~* I promise I am trying To loose you from my heart. To weaken bonds that seemed So strong from the very start. *~* Like the last, you wish to go, Departure from my soul. Be gentle, as you tear away, Please leave a smaller hole. |
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The Lonely Stranger Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 361Upstate, NY, USA |
--- Why Flowers Bloom So Well --- * A lady walked the river, With anguish in her eyes. "Why must I be lonely !?" She wondered as she cried. * There was no revelation, No lightning in the sky. No whispers to her in the wind, No explanations why. * Head held low, she wept And went along her way. The pups that she was walking, Continued with their play. * Then on the trail ahead, An older man appeared. The loving, kindness in his eyes, She saw as she drew near. * He smiled as he said "Hello", And patted both the dogs. He pointed to some flowers, As they sat upon a log. * "Do you ever wonder, Why flowers bloom so well ? Listen very close my child, Their secrets I will tell. * It's not within the flower. It's not within the ground. It's not within the water. It's in your hearts, I've found. * You know that every flower Requires special care. You know that if you love them first, Soon beauty will be there. * With each other, you're so different. You want the beauty first. Without it, you withhold your love, Then ask me why you're cursed. * Now go my child, dry your eyes, And find yourself a seed. Find a man who's heart is kind, Who yearns to fill your needs. * Find a seed that's in the dirt, Tread upon so long. Give him love and care, you'll see I'm almost never wrong !" * He smiled as he held her hand, And gave a kindly stare. "Trust me child I'm always close, I hear your every prayer." |
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The Lonely Stranger Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 361Upstate, NY, USA |
--- Rays Of Love --- * Rays of golden, warming love bathe the human soul. These are Heaven's vectors, that guide us toward our goals. * These rays of love give life, to all our hopes and dreams, They give us mighty strength of heart, when all is lost, it seems. * They fuel the drive to lead good lives, they feed our will to live. All men yearn to feel this warmth, but more, we yearn to give. * My love can burn more warm and bright then ever you could ask. I live to give you rays of love, and warmth in which to bask. * It only takes an ember, a flicker, a tiny spark, To set my lonely heart ablaze, and free us from this dark. * I want my heart to radiate, shine warmly on your face. If you will only bring an ember, to this cold, dark, lonely place. * I hear the beating of your heart, I know you're somewhere near. Will you never find me for the dark ? That is my primal fear. |
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The Lonely Stranger Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 361Upstate, NY, USA |
--- Tell Me --- ~ The rope that we walk, is so razor thin. Our hopes and fears we keep hidden within. The tears of a man are shed deep inside. Our pain and our hurt we all learn to hide. ~ We men do not nurture, don't know how to love, Our cross of injustice from the man-Gods above. Man-Gods in their robes who sit up on high, They never see how our little ones cry. ~ They take our children, lay waste to our lives, They turn it all over to spiteful ex-wives. "It's all very legal !" they piously crow. As also was slavery, not long ago ! ~ Are legal and moral the same every time ? Explain that, your "Honor" to this child of mine ! The irony here is so clearly insane, That the system of courts is "Justice" by name. ~ Tell me your "Honor", how well do you sleep ? I imagine you hear your son's every peep. Do you hug your daughter, whenever she weeps ? Tell me, your "Honor", How well do you sleep ? |
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