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Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: christian, courage, cry, dream, faith, fear, god, heaven, hope, how i feel, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, lost, love, pain, peace, religion, religious, teen, teenage, thank you, thanks, thanksgiving, youth,

Lonely Dreams

I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: beauty, dedication, emotions, life, lost love, passion, youth,

Of Treasures Sought, Diving For Forbidden Dark Pearls

Of Treasures Sought, Diving For Forbidden Dark Pearls

I shall weave you, dear reader, words true and sincere
tho' will not be as great as those woven by poetic peers
It's truth from a life long-lived, too fast and much too wild
in the mad rush of anger, from a heartbroken child
With forlorn hope, crushed soul, and in deep, dark despair
too oft in raging heat, without purpose or will to care!
Wild young fool, hellbent on fighting this evil world
Treasures sought while diving deep, for the shiniest pearl!

Of lost loves, shattered hearts, I've had and suffered many
Yet of sweetest blessings, I have been rewarded plenty
In stark realization, this world has cut me to the bone
Immaturity, a tool used by this fool to self dethrone
And while in total chaos, I started fires I could not quell
for haunting nightmares sent my broken heart into hell!
With agony from lapping flames and deepest regrets
came punishments deserved from what rashness begets!

Her name was BeautyShe lit the stars in heavenly skies
Alluringly ravishing, soft blue, the color of her eyes
She wore a blue mini-skirt that prompted hot desires
so fierce that mere water could not quench passion's fires
In a flash my heart forbade me,  words with which to speak
my knees, hard-knocking;  my heart faint and then grew  weak!
With that confessed, dear reader, my soul was enraptured
by this graceful lady, my heart had thus been captured!

Sad that I should have to convey this sorrowful news
Too soon she was lost to me and I crashed in shades of  blues
Such rashness of youth takes a horrific toll of gifts
and within a single heartbeat my life incurred sad shifts
Had my weakness not reared its impatient, ugly head
I would not have fallen, and love would have won instead
Yet, temptation from its darkness of abodes rose up
offering the cup of a far sweeter wine that I would sup!

And in this wicked world, I heard  its sworn applause
with swiftness of truth, destroyed was love's great cause
A man thus lost, thus fallen, recalls only his painful aches
and mourning sorrowed cries, "Pity me, for heaven's sake."
Yet, justice turns its blind eye and stirs his aches even more
searing flames blaze, as they relentlessly shut the door!
From such woe-begotten lessons a youth should surely learn
If you lick a raging fire, your tongue will feel the burn!

I weaved for you, dear reader, words true and sincere
tho' will not be as great as those woven by poetic peers
It's truth from a life long-lived too fast and much too wild
in the mad rush of anger, from a heartbroken child
With forlorn hope, crushed soul, and in deep, dark despair
too oft in raging heat, without purpose or will to care!
Wild young fool, lessons taught when lightning bolts hurled
sought useless treasure when the flag of lust was unfurled!

Robert JLindley, 12-07-2018
Rhyme, ( 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12, stanza's) 
( Regrets And Youthful Follies, Life Lessons Learned )

(Wild young fool, taught hard-lessons in this evil world
 of treasures sought diving for forbidden dark pearl!)

Note: It was with sincere appreciation of her great poetic talent that I 
wrote this poem after reading a truly wonderful poem she had composed.
My dear friend, Lin Lane's poem, titled, "Relieve My Heart of its Ache"
gave inspiration, poetic spirit and my muse cause for me to sit and write this pieceI then sent this piece for her to see and telling her of her inspiring poem giving rise to this creation, she graciously responded by offering to edit this poem, a very kind and generous act.
I accepted and am so truly thankful, as now its quality, its flow and its shine have all been immensely increasedI dedicate this poem to my very kind and generous dear friend, Lin Lane.Posted today as promised after my having delayed posting due to a previous promise I made to another poet and dear friend.

Poem Details | by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: dance, emotions, first love, senses, youth,

My First Ball

As I walk through the doors of the hall,
I am swept off my feet by such flare.
When I think that tonight’s my first ball,
How I blush thinking thoughts I don’t dare.

Lovely music pours out of the room,
And my hips sway beneath my pink gown.
Mom’s eyes seek a potential bridegroom
Dad’s eyes stop, my swaying with a frown.

Ushered in the big room my eyes dance
As they rush over grandeur so bright
Chandeliers they brought over from France 
Fill the room bringing splendour and light

On the sidelines I can’t help but stare 
Pretty walls lined with roses and vines
Sweetest scents of Guerlains fills the air
As the ladies and gents sip their wines.

Fine madam’s gowns blend in with the walls
And the heavenly ceiling divine 
Pastel angels and blue waterfalls 
Someone begs me to dance just in time.

As we twirl on the dance floor I’m charmed
Looking into his eyes, I turn red
And I’m weak in this young man’s strong arms
Looking up angels spin round my head.

All too soon my first ball has to end
Sweetest dreams I shall cherish tonight
When I think of my newly found friend 
Just the thought of him brings such delight

Anapest Trimeter

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
Sponsor Isaiah Zerbst
Contest: Ballroom Delights 
1st place

Poem Details | by Mac McGovern |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, brother, daughter, devotion, father, friendship, happiness, hope, husband, i love you, life, love, mother, passion, people, romance, sister, social, teen, wife, youth,

Since First I Saw You

Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.

Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen 
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.

Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating, 
each word you speak intensifies 
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.

Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way
The sun magnifying each strand, 
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color, 
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.

Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.

Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: best friend, love, lust, youth,


You my love
Are perfect
You my love
Know how to make me wiggle
Moan, scream into silence
Arch my back and contort
Like I never knew I could
You my love leave me breathless
Speechless, thoughtless
Without capability to comprehend
Anything other than your touch
You my love are a master magician
An understanding lover with navigating hands

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: angel, beauty, blessing, desire, love, passion, youth,

With Hot Flames Lapping In Savory Fires

With Hot Flames Lapping In Savory Fires

Our worlds were flying so close, side by side
yours in beauty , mine in very deep pain.
Fate, that life painter, caused our great collide
we victims, blessed in our loving gain.

Stars fell apart , crashing of burning sun,
super nova lit our swelling desires.
Our long sweet ride that moment had begun,
hot flames lapping in savory fires.

Your eyes drew me into another dream
your voice angels begged to imitate.
Each touch, my body burning hot steam
nights our senses entered another state.

As time sealed our union in sweetest bliss
memories thus born, gave our love its shine.
Your all , put into every blessed kiss
and you dear heart forever to be mine.

Each morn, sends me into another dream,
the sight of your naked body in bed.
Always enough, to swim there in your stream,
paradise floating in my grateful head.

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Robert JLindley, 4-17-2016

Written for Teppo's contest.
WRITTEN TO THIRD SONGSpeak Softly Love-- by Andy Williams,

Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: life, loneliness, longing, loss, love, time, youth,

Sonnet: ''When I look on my life that's now half-spent''

When I look on my life that's now half-spent,
I sigh the loss of youth that's forever past,
wishing myself better Fortune's consent,
love, friends and wealth with naught to lose or waste
but for the mean expense of young love lost;
despising this, I oft' bemoan the loss
of vestal company's first time the most,
for matrons offend like mouldering moss;
which, like Time's sure, inexorable march;
destroys the juvenescence of life's spring
year by year till extinguishing Youth's torch,
a dead flame for which I am most desiring.
      If I could live and love anew once more,
      I'd not err this time and lay a rude whore

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: death, dedication, deep, destiny, loss, lost love, sorrow,

Youth, Life, Love And Its Most Precious All

Youth, Life, Love And Its Most Precious All

When young, life was full of joy and great thrills
I recall that was how happiness feels,
a new toy a trip to the nearby park
birds singing, magical flight of a stark.
Ice cream served on a sweltering hot day
out of classroom watching a new school play,
Majestic day fishing, feet in the pond
our favorite movies, we were so fond!

Growing up, tremendous change had to come
too oft heartache became the rule of thumb,
Love gave its kiss and even sorrow too
in its realm, sweetest of desserts were new.
With such beauty and deep satisfaction
sometimes came the opposite reaction
truest of our sweet love, was denied-rejected
in pain hurt, we felt our soul was neglected!

In living through life, its good* and its bad
if wise, we could find depth of what we had,
love and sorrow are both needed to grow
happiness found, oft sorrow comes in tow.
Treasures great and small are in youthful past
best we embrace it and not run too fast
Through it all family, love matters most
without that, time was no more than burnt toast!

Robert JLindley, 7-10-2018

Poet's Note: On July 10th, 1978, a most beautiful and very precious soul that I loved so very true and deeply died in a car crashHer death almost completely destroyed me and this is the first time I have ever mustered up the courage to write a poem about itShe was its " good *", - its greatest beauty* at that time in my life, its most - precious all*....
For 40 long years, I could not find the courage to sit to write this tribute to the memory of her sweet and kind soul.
I have now found such, because "family and love matters most", and I am now truly blessed with such a God given gift....

Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: age, innocence, longing, loss, love, lust, youth,

Sonnet: ''I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth''

I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth,
a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth
but for ever holds all the joys I miss;
a time of mannish beauty, brawn and thews
as of a god in his unrivaled prime
like Heracles of fabled strength, sinews
and might that's of renown from mythic time.
But, O Concupiscence! Do I ache for 
hopeful renewal in my loveless life
through you and for the virgins of folklore
whose maidenhood can quench my sexual strife
      Now in the autumn of my waning years, 
      I'm joyless and alone as old age nears

Poem Details | by Kevin C. Martin |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, bible, care, change, christian, confusion, courage, faith, feelings, for him, forgiveness, freedom, god, happiness, happy, heaven, hope, how i feel, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, introspection, jesus, life, love, pain, peace, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, spiritual, teen, teenage, thank you, thanks, youth,

The Hypocritical Christian

I am the hypocritical Christian.
I say I follow Christ,
But I'm still consumed by my demons.
I go to church on Sunday,
But I refuse to invite someone back.
I want to serve on mission,
But I'm too afraid to act.
They think I read The Bible,
But I just fall asleep in it.
They think I'm positivity and smiles,
But underneath I'm death and addictions.
They think I'm clean and pure,
But I'm broken and mistaken.
I say I'm not worthy of His love,
But Jesus will never let me be forsaken.
I pray long prayers,
But inside they're empty repetition.
It might look as if my faith is strong,
But my core is too easily shaken.
I say the things I'm supposed to say,
But don't follow His actions or obey.
I speak the truth the church wants to hear,
But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe.
I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough
To be loved by God and saved through Christ,
But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace;
It's a free gift.
I accept;
Now forgiven, changed, and released.
Thank You God,
Thank You Jesus,
Thank You Holy Spirit!
In Jesus' Holy Name,
We pray,

Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: beauty, crush, feelings, first love, longing, youth,



She mirrors far more loveliness and grace,
than any other my heart has cared for.
From my mind her beauty I can’t efface,
it is she I will love for evermore.
For her heart my first love yearns, her soft kiss,
sweet smile, her long black hair my eyes adore,
with feelings deep, as meaningful as this,
to end the quest, my pretense lead ashore.
Oh, how the heart has waited for the day,
to reach out in loving you, love confessed,
for the love to blossom to find its way,
to your heart, forever to be blessed.

If only I could see my love returned,
instead of my dreams remaining unturned.

T.J Grén

Poem Details | by Isaiah Zerbst |
Categories: beauty, flower, sea, sun, youth,

The Life I Love

(In the words of a happy little mermaid)

I slide through silky cerulean seas
Silently swimming wherever I please;
I glide through water with buttery ease,
With skin that is smoother than ivory keys.

There are secret gardens I love to explore
Far below the world on the ocean floor,
Where are colors no man has seen before
Hidden in an underwater treasure store.

Deeper down in the sea, where I go on a whim,
The light is so far it is grayish and dim;
There the masts of shipwrecks rise dark and slim,
And coins of gold line passages I swim.

On tropical islands with flowing waves
I play in uncharted, mysterious caves,
Or nap in the sunlight's golden rays
In a silent shoal on balmy days.

I pick pretty flowers to put in my hair
And splash in the shallows with never a care;
The droplets shine like diamonds in the air,
Rising and falling like a crystal flare.

When the day is over, the dolphins sing mass
And the sun sets fire on the leaping bass,
Then I lie in a bed much clearer than glass
And pray a sweet dream for this mermaid lass.

Poem Details | by Jan Pearce |
Categories: beauty, childhood, farewell, granddaughter, grandmother, love, youth,

A Missive to My Granddaughters

“A Missive To My Granddaughters”

My dearest girls,

How can I begin to tell you 
how much your smile warms my heart,
or the enrichment that penetrates my soul
when I feel your arms embrace me?

With you, I am a girl again reliving my own youth
When you share each new life experience with me.
Once again, my own fervor for life springs forth, 
As I listen to the enthusiasm that emanates from your cheerful chatter.

Your joy rejuvenates me.
Your smile pierces my heart and finds its way
To a special place reserved only for you.
Your zest for life gives me hope again for a better world,
And I thrive on your courage that abounds with each day that passes.

Please know…
That I have saved countless wishes for you alone -
A heart that is forgiving and true,
A mind that is forever open and exploring,
And the courage to face and overcome any obstacle.

I wish you a taste for beauty in whatever presents itself,
A flair of your own like no one else has ever experienced,
An infinite appreciation for all of Nature’s bounty,
And a magnanimous spirit for others less fortunate.

Please know that when I am gone, 
I will be with you always in spirit.
Whether it is the sweetness of a Spring rain,
In the coo of a morning dove,
Or the scent of a summer rose,
You will be reminded,
And you will know
That I am there
With you
Until we are together..…again.

Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: love, water, youth,


From high up
The rushing water leaps
A daring dive into the unknown.

It tumbles down, eyes closed
Savouring the adrenalin rush

Of bold youth;
It flows in breathless flight
Crystalline streaks of exuberance.

The roar of fulfilment
As waters meet and avidly merge.


Paul Callus ~ 29th October, 2014 
Form: Parallelogram de Crystalline.
[It consists of 4 stanzas of 3 lines each
The syllable count for each stanza is 3, 6, 9.]

Contest: Some Form Of Crystalline 
Sponsor: nette onclaud
Placed: 4th

Poem Details | by Jason Williams |
Categories: cute love, first love, fishing, love, memory, youth,

The Fishing Hole

The Fishing Hole
by Jason Williams

Twenty years is quite a while.
And yet I still reminisce and smile,
thinking of those carefree times,
that we trekked and we climbed,
over fenceposts and through pasture,
to reach the fishing hole.

Oh, how I remember those hikes.
And the glow of the warm sunlight.
The smell of manure and wildflowers,
still shining with dew from the early hours.
Oh, how we’d joke and we’d laugh,
on our way to the fishing hole.

It was at the water’s edge,
where our love we first pledged,
and under pale blue skies,
I looked in your eyes.
And kissed your sweet lips.
Down at the fishing hole.

The fondest memory I can think of,
was out in the open, when we first made love.
On a blanket of grass we watched the sunrise,
and the dancing and buzzing of dragonflies.
They simply didn’t notice, we never caught a thing,
All those times at the fishing hole.
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Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: emotions, feelings, heartbroken, hurt, imagery, lost love,

Innocence Of Youth

Acquiescing to love’s defeat
you subdue sad feelings within.
For when passion’s all but over
anxieties slowly begin.

Dominating reality
bitter tears flow with brutal force.
For gone are all the promises
that kept forever dreams on course.

The hurt of betrayal hits you
with the force of a speeding train.
And you’re left in a kind of trance
oblivious to all but pain.

Shored-up by half truths and deceit
your happiness begins to ebb.
And your vulnerable heart’s now
a captive in depression’s web.

Your soul's susceptible to lies
when hope camouflages the truth.
And salvaging remnants of trust
you discard innocence of youth.

Poem Details | by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: lost love, youth,

Oh, Those Eyes

he had the most piercing blue eyes
so handsome in a rugged way
he shyly introduced himself
the start of that wonderful day

He spoke of visiting  our town
his voice piercing my lonely heart
A cup of coffee and small talk
I loved him from the very start

That was so many years ago
for the loss of him my heart cries
life led us down different paths
but oh love, those piercing blue eyes

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: lost love, youth,

I Think of You

I think of you when fall is in the air, remembering that warm September night I reveled in your long and tender stare. Those kisses! Why can’t anything compare to then? Now even stars seem not as bright! I think of you when Fall is in the air - remembering that warm September night. For the "I Think Of You" Poetry Contest of gautami phookan

Poem Details | by Brian Morton |
Categories: desire, humor, innocence, loneliness, love, science, youth,

Bottled Love Haiku

If love is a drug
my chemist doesn't have it.
Where can I find some?

Poem Details | by Kim Morrison |
Categories: desire, love, youth,

Unknowing Hearts

 Wrapped in the passion of the moment
 engulfed in a cascade of a emotion 
 carried by a gushing torrent of desire
 dancing on the rapids of uncertainty
 two unknowing hearts intertwined 
 in the rapture of blinding passion
 rush toward forbidden waters.

 In the midst of love's blissful chaos
 will two unknowing hearts whirl 
 perilously over confusion's cliff 
 and plunge helplessly toward   
 the jagged rocks of ill-fated love,
 or will two unknowing hearts 
 be found desperately clinging
 to the last branch of innocents? 

Poem Details | by Mark Woods |
Categories: family, father, love, youth,

Thoughts From A Dad

Children are gifts, to which parents brought life Treasures to cherish, keep from trouble and strife Guide them and shape them, try to invest Just how you raise them will aid their progress. Tell them you love them is the number one rule Never compare them to others, that’s certainly not cool Be patient and listen it never does harm Hugging them daily, makes them feel charmed. Read them a story and broaden their mind Encourage them daily for their own way to find Leave them no doubt; you intend to always be there That they’ll learn from mistakes so never show fear Sitting and talking is how families have meals Sharing life with your loved ones, is part of the deal Chores give them value as part of your team Talk them through problems, and give them esteem Tell them hard work, not talent, is the true way to earn Help them with homework you might even learn Consequences come, as a result of an action That time spent together is never distraction Parenting’s not easy, with the odd stumble and fall Remember simple stuff works like throwing a ball Support and inspire them to chase all their dreams Making good adults is the number one theme
*Not everyone will agree and there are so many other thing that could be added.

Poem Details | by Alexandra Armata |
Categories: best friend, blue, depression, i love you, loneliness, nostalgia, youth,


There aren’t many people there for you,
Remember that.
	You can be in a dry heaving heap on the floor and 
Will know.
Much less care.
	Do you understand the dangers of knowledge?
Do not bring this pain into their lives,
They do not deserve this.
	You do.

My soul is not bound to yours
	You can have your life for as long as you dream
I will not pull you down with me
	Just sit from the sidelines and appreciate you are not me
You are not breathing my air
You are not seeing through my eyes
You do not feel from my hands
	You are not me.
Appreciate your life and your mind and I will
Appreciate the way I am
Still breathing
Still feeling
	The blood in my veins is still
Flowing through the course of 
My body.
	I love you
And maybe you will be able to reciprocate
But for now I am content with your
Love is unnecessary when I see your 
Blue eyes
Through mine
Thank you
Thank you

Poem Details | by Rosemarie Rowley |
Categories: beauty, boyfriend, devotion, innocence, love, romance, youth,



Your long black hair, set in a velvet bow
Your well set shoulders tell me all I know 
That you and I are no betoken age
As  you take your bounding place upon my stage
So glad your grace, so lovely you of limb
That counting clans of discord does not dim
Your radiant eye, your gentleness of touch
Which show how I need you and how much
I read your looks with love in every line
Dream all night, and in your arms incline
Such gentleness and looseness all is won
Our beleaguered families  need you as a sun
So much so, that you and I are all
The world needs to cleanse it of its gall.

Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: childhood, innocence, love, youth,

Etched in My Heart

I etched our initials in a maple tree,
surrounded by a heart
Nine and in love,
smitten by the way you looked at me,
smiled at me,
talked with beautifully friendly
The tiger lily flower you gave me,
placed in my hand,
made this boy feel like a man
Held in your hand
was my butterfly heart
Fluttering.ready to chase after you
across daffodil fields of time
You never did become my silken winged mate,
but for a brief while it seemed that you would be the only one
I could ever love
Young childish thoughts
wrapped in cocoon innocence
I loved many since,
but none can ever feel like the first love..
that sweet first taste of love
Forever etched in my heart
are virgin memories of you

Poem Details | by Jessica K |
Categories: boyfriend, conflict, first love, girlfriend, love, together, youth,

Young Love

Uncertainty lies
With us being together
Yet claiming promises
Of always and forever

 Old fashion belief
In a love without measure
Steady we shall stay
For always and forever

Numb without one
Starved without the other
So crucial is the keepsake 
Of always and forever

Words will continue
In a ritual blether
Sharing future vows
Of always and forever

But the stars predict
Our relationship be severed
Still we cling to the hope
Of always and forever

Will we follow the sensible
Give into the worlds pressure
And forsake the idea
Of always and forever

Or instead grasp tight
Run away to wherever
Just he and I
For always and forever

Only time will tell

Poem Details | by Tom Wright |
Categories: love,

The Time of Youth

At love's first spark when in youth we were,
That crackle and snap of pine cones burning.
Aflame at first then as embers glowing,
Time has left us now, in thought, yearning.

The spark that was, has waned, not fizzled,
We still fit each other like hand and glove.
In our hearts there could have been no other,
God authored our one true lasting love.

Just celebrated 46 years 

Poem Details | by Carole Duet |
Categories: lost love, youth,

Reaching Back

Now I reach back into the past to my first love but not my last. I hear his voice still in my brain. So many fragments of the past remain. I see the one I loved so true on the highway in my rearview. I'm on vacation, a getaway, from the sorrows of today. We laughed and cried so much back then We shared smiles. We kissed and lingered for a while. He kissed my hand and looked into my eyes. I felt his heartbeat. He heard my sighs. We were so young then and free. He was himself and I was me. By: Carole O'Terry Duet Copyright: 2017 "All Rights Reserved"

Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: cry, heart, lost love, lust, sad love, youth,

Once more forsaken

Stop my heart from weeping, crying love’s rain,
come hither at least in my daydream haze,
to feel for another, to stop the pain,
desiring to attract your loving gaze.
Perhaps not the beauty of innocence,
but that of kindness, although long taken,
forbidden, but in search of condolence,
the minds rationality was shaken.
Yet the heart needed mending, for all else,
the whispering heart could not be mended.
But naive was the youthful zeal, so false,
acts of lust not to be comprehended.

Leading with haste to a wrong course taken,
to suffer again, once more forsaken.

T.J Grén

Poem Details | by Fritz Purdum |
Categories: anger, angst, depression, hate, loneliness, lost love, youth,

Never Forgive Me

                     I am alone
                     I am bored
                     I had enough
                     I want more

Why can't I live without you
Why can't I forget loving you
I run through the night streets
I pick fights just to get beat
You think I won't forgive you
If it was only that simple to do
For what you can't seem to see
Is I can't..never forgive me

I have no friends
I have no family
I party without pity
Being in a glazed faze
Hell is all I raise

                     I am alone
                     I am bored
                     I had enough
                     I want more

Promises spoken only to deceive
Promises broken I foolishly believed
Nothing last forever nothing stays the same
True love ends when only one remains
People change People leave
People hate People bleed
People hurt People pain
Never never change

                      I am alone
                      I am bored
                      I had enough
                      I want more

I miss you terribly
I miss you miserably
I miss you more and more

                       Turn off the light
                       Turn on the night
                       Let me dwell in
                       My self pity skin

You think I won't forgive you
If it was only that simple to do
For what you can't seem to see
Is I can't...never forgive me

Poem Details | by Joe DiMino |
Categories: love, philosophy, spiritual, true love, truth,

Youth Believes Love

Youth believes love
its own invention
and not Nature’s
intension for all--

of course youth
relies solely on youth
its application
before cultivation
our Baby-steps
then the fall…

but I, now,
a senior citizen
a denizen
just prior the sleep,

have grown to see love
high and wide
and reassuringly
infinitely deep.