One Quick Shove

They will give their lives for the ones they love, Yet are thrown to the wolves with one quick shove. They are wise because of what they have learned, That no one is really ever safe from being burned. Not enough words to say what should be said, Spending each day consumed in dread. Some people call them an Angel in disguise, They just think of themselves as a word from the wise. Waking each morning, wondering if this is the day, When they lose the heart to find their way.......

Something Missing

I stared today at the ceiling,with everything gone even my feelings,because of something missing,the sound of your fussing,at my apparent laziness,is something i really miss,or the sound of you just saying,I love you over and over,I can no longer see because of my crying,I hope you get well...my lover........

Price Paid

I tried to say all those things, but could never find the way, Then it was too late, they had already walked away, Making me wonder what they are now planning, And what new flames, they are now fanning. The time had finally come for each of us to say, That the price was more, than we could ever pay. I do not think, they are able to take any of the blame, But when they are in need, they always cry our name...........

Broken Balance

Like a river flooding once the dam breaks, our balance is broken and begins to shake. Worrying about those we think are jaded, ownership of our own faults has somehow faded. A constant trial is what it turns out to be, forever looking to find a way to be free. Like a picture that graces the wall, pondering just when it was that we dropped the ball. Seeking someone that we could blame, passing the buck has become the name of the game. That hope of trusting anyone is now lost, another testament to mans creation and its cost..........

Without you

My eyes saw beyond their limits,they looked with the guide of faith. They saw beyond the summits, And they saw us in good health. Without faith to guide me beyond what i can see, what use will it be to look ahead without you. Two hearts beating as one.......

The Mile

Moving away from all the sadness, straight into, some kind of madness. Exploring the dark, for a way out, carrying the weak, and leading the stout. Standing between right and wrong, giving up, on this useless fight. Healing all the unnecessary wrong, taking a cue, from the strong. One crowded hour of glorious life, staying away, from the edge of the knife. Seeing the signs that each of us have grown, trying to recognize what we have always known. A mile in someone Else's shoes, learning how, to pay our dues. Staring too long, you begin to squint, walking ahead, ragged and bent. Envisioning a world that's not so fast, hoping our dream, will come to pass.......

Endurance

Those scars run deep, and forever remain and become a never ending story of hurt and endless pain. We check our endurance to see if we can go that extra mile, to find the hope that was right in front of us all the while. Yet through all the oceans of tears we cry, it seemed like a dead end. And when we find that hope, we see that there is light at the end of the tunnel, and that light is you and it shines, even the hopeless find our way through, time moves on while ours seems to stand still. So if it seems i am not quite there, maybe that is the moment, when my time stands still......

My dragon

We walk the night with our flickering lamp and beaming smiles, happy with what we have through our trials; Unconcerned with where we're at. In our journey through the dark hand in hand we see the dragon so grand with his den of gems and i walk up to him and say, there is a treasure on my forth finger that means more to me than you could ever measure....

Past Moments

Taking a second and learning to give, seeing others as they learn how to live. Spending all of our energy on what we might find, replaying past moments over in our mind. Closing doors we have already tried, remembering all the times we have cried. Sounds of my screams is all that i hear, closing my eyes becomes my greatest fear. Picking ourselves up and moving away, waiting to see what others will say. Trying all along but could never quite be, was it my fault that i could never see. Staring ahead waiting for our turn, and what it will be that we actually learn............

Losing The Battle

Watching others lose battles through the years, trying to give up all of their childish fears. Worrying ourselves all through the night, wondering how to win, this one fight. Creating a world all of our own, reaching for something we had never known. The pain somehow becomes our fault, locking away memories in our minds secret vault. Standing up straight on uneven ground, listening to each and every sound. Searching for a way to make it all clear, pondering if we were even that near...................

Loves Great Ride

No longer apart but as a whole, two mates finding their one true soul. Lives no longer out of bounds, writhing together upon the ground. Brought in from the dark of night, forever warmed by the hearts true light. Eternal hope and dreams of need, often get overrun by greed. Our endless wish for direction seems to cause our loss of affection. Linked together until the end, gives our love the time to mend. No end in sight that we can see, for none shall hear our silent plea. Chances taken and restraints thrown aside for one last try on loves great ride. No longer will we be torn apart while trying to protect our fragile heart........

Clouds Part

Clouds open, and begin to part, to once again give us a start. Soaring up on loves great high, flying across the midnight sky. Feelings that the two are sharing, becoming one of hope and caring. Walking around, hand in hand, leaving out footprints in the sand. Giving into a warm embrace, no longer having to give chase. Bosoms rise, and chests are falling, signal the start, of loves tender calling.......

Viewed And Sampled

The stories of love have all been read, viewed and sampled and eventually said. The cost is finally clear for our love we do hold dear. We hope and dream and begin to pray, our one true love will be here to stay. The future seems bright, with feelings so right. If we chance to answer loves true calling, into each others arms we are falling. Hearts that feel they are afire, burning with loves true desire, staring deep into each others eyes, reliving what the heart denies........

Breaking Ties

Coming face to face with all the lies, you start looking for a way to break all ties. That sickening feeling comes over you, the ground starts spinning and you wonder what to do. Starting to shiver with a sudden chill, knowing for a fact that you've had your fill. Hoping for one small part of something real, wondering just what you are suppose to feel. The truth is all you have ever wanted, instead of being lied to and taunted. A lasting suspicion is what you are left with, making you wish it was all just a myth........

Slow Motion

The hurt is always worse than the fall, especially when you look and there is no one to call. Minutes all seem to go in slow motion, Slowly, like pouring a bottle of lotion. Something you have always believed, only to see, and yet not be relieved. Two worlds come together, and then collide, like the ocean, beating against the tide. All the while they were pretending, your wounds could have been mending. It never helped that you should have known, even if it was something you were never shown. You can never lessen the pain of the cut, if the door of knowledge is left shut.....

Shame

I saw her standing there, and i thought that she might share some of the hurt, but she just laughed, and said,"i don't need no one right now", Yet i think it strange, all the signs which pointed to the bottom line that maybe she was never shown just how to make a home. so she took the wrong road and ended up without a home, learning what it is like to survive all on her own. And when she turns bad, they all say it is sad. But just how much are all of us to blame for this great shame that seems to happen everyday.......

Brittanys Ballad

Rebecca, my 13 year old daughters contribution to poetry in the moonlight....

Brittany loves to sing, Brittany loves to dance; Brittany always loves to sleep in under pants.....Brittany loves to pray, Brittany loves the doves; Brittany loves Tyler which she will always love. Brittany loves to rock, Brittany loves to draw; Brittany loves cold-blooded animals like animals beginning to thaw. Tyler's getting mad, hes trying to stay with her, but the long distance between them is only making it worse. They try to talk it out, but then they end up fighting; once they went to bed, the angels started crying. Cupids keeping them together , no force on earth can break this; there's nothing that can stop them from the love that always is. They are forces that cant be beat, they are lovers that are obsessed; they love each other to take a closer guess. They are greatness but as soft as a feather. They are like a dove, trying to get to it; they are like a violin that plays me pretty music. Now i shall tell about their lives away from each other, but they shouldn't be apart; them away from each other is terrible for their part. It would rain everyday, Britt would have nothing to live for; as she sat by the window and watched the rain pour. Life would be sad for her, as time passes away; as she tries to just remember the old days. Britt would have no strength, she couldn't even walk; she's lucky that she can even talk. While shes crying her eyes out, Tyler would be getting depressed; if only they would have the strength to confess. They are nothing without each other, they would be blank without them together. Her grave would be entitled, "loved Tyler Rose"; as he came up to her grave, crying, knowing hes the one she chose. she'd watch over him, kissing his cheek goodnight; heck, how could she ever say goodbye?


and we promise no animals were harmed in the making of this poetry.........

End Of The Seasons

The ice is now melting, and starting to bring forward to life another fine spring. Mother nature moves in a mysterious order, pushing the envelope and blurring the border. Seasons are changing ever so fast, try to enjoy them before they are past..........

A Cold Act To Follow

A bear with her cub will soon hibernate, and the water in the pond will be ready to skate. Snowflakes are falling as dew turns to frost, any chance of harvest soon will be lost. The snow has drifted deep on the ground, the colors of nature nowhere around........

Falls True Colors

Leaves are now falling all on the ground with shades of yellow, red , and brown. Nuts are dropping down from the trees while the air is turning colder, riding the breeze. Trees shed their leaves, and flowers drop their petals, birds have left their nest deep within the nettles. Rabbits all burrow deep in their hole, a pawn of nature, playing its role............

The Heat of Summer

Oaks are now green, and so are the elms, nature is busy coloring all of its realms. Bees are all active making their honey, days have turned hot, and skies remain sunny. Corn is still growing with nights no longer cold, as wheat in the fields is turning bright gold......

Nature of Spring

Flies softly buzzing, and birds faintly chirping, down by the creek comes the sounds of slurping. Flowers start to blossom, and trees start to bud, frequent light showers turning the ground to mud. Frogs begin croaking, while birds start to sing, as sounds of insects make the night sing. A doe and a buck will soon make a fawn, foraging at night, and hiding at dawn......

Blinded Grace

Standing by as it goes faster and faster, Keeping in mind the things we need to master. Our character defines, who we will be, Not even close to the person we thought we would see. Keeping a small amount of any grace, Knowing the memory can never be erased. There always seems time to pass the buck, Until the moment, when we run out of luck. People cannot be as blind as they pretend to be, Yet they do not see, all they think they see.........

Endless Night

The stars so solemn, and shining bright looking out into the endless night. Walking around in this place so blind, searching for clues that we cannot find. Like floating helplessly upon a raft, never illuminated by one single shaft. We are starting over when we should be at the end, stumbling with feelings that we always seem to send. Seeing ourselves in the other persons eyes wondering if we, were ever really that wise. Sealing a chapter to part of our past. Playing our role, in life's great cast...........

Growing Chance

Never careful of the stones we throw, Missing an important chance to grow. Wanting to retrieve all those wasted years, Taking back the thousands of tears. Wondering if life is worth the pain we endure, Yet passing the test becomes the cure. Measuring time in the way that we live, Never by the many sacrifices we give. Stealing a single moment just for me, Knowing this could be my last one to see. The pendulum stops swinging mid blow, Blocking that one chance, we had to grow.........

Faded Memory

Moon shining in an open field, A door left open and never sealed, A stairway illuminated by the dawn, The path that was once there now is gone. That book once lying out on a table, Its cover now worn, so you can not read the label. A picture, that can no longer be seen, Could it be, some unforgotten queen, The message is lost, now gone with time, Can you think of a more heinous crime? An inventive mind can see much more, Visualizing an image, never seen before. Secrets become very dangerous things, They are the fall, of all great kings.........