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Some of my poems...
I've decided to add a few of my poems that i've come up with to my site, let me know if you think that it's a good or bad addition.
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Not poems, but two sayings that i've come up with...
There aren't different races... but people with different tans. The hate of the world can be blamed on forefathers and parents, but the real problem is lack of understanding... and lack of wanting to understand. Don't look for the bad of a person... but embrace there wonderful personality that they must have within. A world of hate and ignorance is not a pleasant world in which to live.
Life is like a dark room you've never been in before.. not being able to see, not knowing what danger hides in the darkness.. or what things you could trip over..
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"Tears of Sorrow"
Tears fall down my cheek freely,
I wipe them away quickly,
Trying to conceal my weaker side,
I long for someone to hold me,
To comfort me through my tears,
I reach out but no one is there,
I am left alone with my sorrow.
My cheeks are stained with tears,
My eyes are red and puffy,
I need for someone to hold me,
To comfort me through my tears,
I reach out but no one is there,
I am left alone with my sorrow.
Huddled up I sit, crying,
Wishing there was someone,
Anyone to hold me,
To comfort me through my tears,
I reach out but no one is there,
I am left alone with my sorrow.
Why must I hide my tears?
Where is that someone to hold me,
To comfort me through my tears?
When I reach out, why are they not there?
Why must I be consumed by sorrow? |
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"Wind's Whisper"
I walk hand in hand in the sand
with my warm gentle man,
I lay down in the cold,wet sand
He lays next to me stroking my hair,
caressing me with a hand,
I turn around to what i appear to see,
An image of someone so dear to me,
The wind blows again wild and free,
Again I turn and nothing do I see.
I loved you,
And I'll continue loving you,
But from a different place,
A place where angels fly and skies are blue,
And every time I look down I'll think of you, and the love we once had.
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