Category: poetry

Dreams and Nightmares

You told me you loved me and I was the only one,
You told me you would cherish every memory that we made,
You told me I was the woman of your dreams,
No other could compare.
So why did your dream of us become my nightmare?
Why can’t I erase the vision of you making love to her?
Why do I keep reliving the nightmare of you,
Whispering I love you in her ears,
Telling her she was the love of your life.
Now I keep wondering if she is the love of your life,
Then who am I?

This Thing Call Love

There are some things in life,
That you have to do alone,
There are no books to help or guide you,
You have to do it on your own,
And there are no easy answers,
To the questions in your mind,
The confusion of emotions,
Which makes everything hard to define.

You try so hard to understand it,
But nothing makes much sense,
And no matter how smart you are,
You can’t prevent it happening.
I guess it’s how you deal with it,
Wherein the answer lies,
You have to take control of your emotions,
Sometimes you have to smother what you feel in order to get by,
And despite the fact that no doctor can help you,
And no medication can,
Sometimes in life you have to fight this thing called love.

 

Emancipate Yourself

Emancipate yourself,
From the bondage of violence,
Which keeps you enslaved,
Emancipate your mind from hatred,
Which keeps the joy of loving at bay,
Open up your hearts to love,
For where there is love,
There is no hatred,
No hostility, no getting even,
And violence and crime,
Can not survive!

A Lover’s Remorse

He drank in the sweet scent of her perfume,
And momentarily it chased away his gloom.
He was afraid to look into her eyes,
Afraid that he would not be able to accept the truth.

He had hurt you bad, there was no excuse,
He could tell her the other girl meant nothing,
But she would never understand.
He had betrayed her trust,
He had broken that sacred bond,
And she couldn’t see beyond that.

Yet he hopes she will forgive him,
This male egoistic part of him,
That felt it as okay to cheat with another woman.
Stolen waters may taste sweet at first,
but it leaves a bitter after taste.

The Seed

I planted a seed of faith,
I molded it up with hope,
I showered it with love,
Then waited for it to grow,
It grew for a while,
But then it got scorched up by the sun,
I watered it with my tears,
Refusing to let it die,
I held on to my faith’,
I continued to hope,
It struggled for a while,
Then slowly began to grow,
And then one morning,
I looked outside my bedroom window,
To find that it had bloomed,
And I felt a burst of joy,
As my eyes behold,
The most beautiful of flowers,
That I had ever seen.

 

Solitude

As oft we moan and groan about our broken hearts,
Of the love we had and lost, of the one who was insincere,
And whose promises and words of love were false.

Yet there are those who have never loved,
Who have never known what it is like to have
a broken heart,
Some whose lips have never been kissed,
Who have never had arms to hold them tight,
Who have never felt the touch of a gentle caress,
Or experience the ecstasy of another body next to theirs,
The womb that never bore a child,
The breast that never suckled,
What is it like to go through life without once being touched?

Some wait and wait to find the perfect someone,
That never ever comes along,
Wasted years, waiting for something that doesn’t exist,
Some wait for that perfect husband,
To give them that perfect child,
A glimpse of him eventually appears,
But alas! It is too late because the childbearing days are gone,
So there still remains that uneven equation,
And the feeling that something is missing.

We live in an imperfect world and there is no such thing,
As a perfect someone,
For those who have never loved,
There is no missing something you have never experienced,
And though it may seem safer,
Is it really happier not to love,
Than to love and have your heart broken?
Not necessarily, because there will be no good times
to remember,
No memories to cherish, no one to reminisce about,
No experience to guide you,
What is it like to have lived and never loved?

Hear the Children’s Cry

Hear the children’s voices,
crying out in unison,
Save us don’t kill us,
We are defenseless,
Don’t prey on us.
You are supposed to love us,
not hurt us,
Talk to us don’t curse us,
Provide a home for us,
don’t abandon us.
Feed us don’t starve us.
The angels in heaven are crying,
For all the children you are killing,
When did the world become,
Such a dangerous place,
Where not even the little babies are safe?

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Lost Chance

I caught a glimpse of your face,
Saw the sad reflection of your smile,
And the longing in your eyes,
It spoke the question you were afraid to ask.
It is all so painful, the memories of the past.
When love was right before your eyes you chose not to see
Thinking only of your youth and the need to be free.
The years have gone by and you are all alone
You yearn for something that is no longer there.
Isn’t it funny how we never realize what we have
until we lose it?

God Can Do Anything {Loise P Fritz}

God takes the darkest midnight,
Turns it to morning bright,
He takes the darkest moment,
Transforms it into light.

He takes away the raindrops
And makes the rainbow shine;
He takes away our worries
And gives us peace of mind.

He takes away the teardrops,
Put smiles upon our face;
He sets aside the dark clouds
And grants us sunny days.

He takes away our sorrows,
Puts joy into our hearts.
Our gracious God uplifts us;
From us He’ll never depart.

 

Second Chances

It’s funny how things change,
There was a time when other things mattered,
In life not all dreams come true,
But there comes a time when you realize,
That the things that matters most,
Are the things you already have,
And everything else takes second place.
Sometimes you have to wonder,
What the fuss was all about,
So many did not make it through,
So many lives have been cut short,
So many have met untimely deaths,
So many tears have been shed,
So many have known sorrow,
For so many there is no tomorrow.

So many of us spend our lives complaining
When we should be giving thanks,
For the life that we have,
It may not be perfect,
But we are alive, and because we are alive,
There is still hope.
There is hope for a brighter tomorrow,
Hope to see our dreams come true.
We must use the time we have,
To repair broken relationships,
Heal old wounds,
Forgive those who hurt us,
And be at peace with our enemies,
Our friends and ourselves.