Early Morning
Early morning chills Is what my body feels The early morning sun Makes me want to run
There’s something about the morning That makes me want to sing I just love the feeling
When You Love Someone Special
Every night you’re on my mind, Before I go to sleep Everyday I think of you, As soon as I wake up
When I eat... I start to wonder if you’ve eaten When I see people in pain
Rainy Days
rainy days pass me by and i wonder why? it's cold out there but i am warm; sitting waiting 'til she come.
i want to have that feeling again, the feeling that ease all the pain Life
life as it is as they say cruel of faith life as it is lose in its race of time
no one can say life is good Or Life is bad Nothing is what it seems everything is all a
Short Love Poems And How To Write Them
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A Message From Me To You
What ever happened to the days When you tried to make me smile, always What ever happened too the times When your praises were pretty as chimes
Why have they gone away? Why didn’
Maybe Not
my sister is certain men also have hormonal cycles and
i began to see her point the morning i woke up
without a hard on and went through the day feeling i might
burst into tear
Poor Judgement
Like the leaves of a tree I may seem so healthy But deep within my branches I am not
Like the face of a clown It may seem like I don’t frown But does that mean I’m never sad A Realization
When I see you, I feel sad When you talk to me, you make me mad I ask myself “Am I all that bad?” ‘Cause why can’t you just like me for who I am
I look at myself in front of the mir
Wayfarer
Dream of a traveller to his journey
to reach the stars without weary
dreaming to find his connecting soul
that makes him be,for his goal
As he trek his way too
A Warior
I am a warrior but not like Arthur and his Knights I fight for a cause Not merely for freedom, though freedom it may be I have no sword nor armor Though I have my own stuff for my o
Drifter
i've been strangled in between thorny twigs that keep me trapped. i saw it coming and watched it slowly tie me up, each sluggish grasp growing rigid as each prickle spurt out my blood.
My Mistake
If there’s a part of time I could change It would be the part when you came in It wasn’t a mistake that I met you It wasn’t a mistake that I loved you My only mistake was… That I neg
Reminiscing Yesterday
Time passes like the wind that blows in my cheeks But it feels like yesterday coz I still feel the pain The pain of losing you, the one I’ve known for years The reason why my tears keep fa
A Candle
I had written this poem way back 1995 when I was in first year high school for our school paper. As a freshman, I was really challenged to surmount the achievements of the so-called “older one
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