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All poems on this page are original and written by me!
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In the Beat of a Heart
Flowers
Forecast for Love
Monsters
Outcasts
Questions
Silence
Terror
The Tree
Untitled #1
Where are the Flowers?
In the Beat of a Heart
Clouds roll in swiftly blocking out the shining sun,
turning cheery day to darkest night in the blink of an eye--
in the beat of a heart.
The storm is here, the rain falling in heavy torrents,
turning happy brooks into raging floods in the blink of an eye--
in the beat of a heart.
The wind is loud, the sounds rising and falling,
changing tranquil peace to bitter wails in the blink of an eye--
in the beat of a heart.
This storm is not normal for this heavy storm is saddly me,
giving up merry dreams for death's embrace in the blink of an eye--
the last beat of a heart . . . .
The Tree
See the Yew held in their hands so very, very tight.
See the candles' flickering flame, glowing in the night
See the tree they carry me to, the two to become one.
See the last time that I shall look, upon the blazing sun.
Into the tree is where I go--away from hurt and pain.
Into the tree is where I go--never to emerge again. . . .
Silence
Alone in the darkness,
cries wanting to be heard,
fall on silent ears and lips.
There are no spoken words.
Silently the pain grows stronger,
and nobody cares--
the silence growing ever louder,
a silence too great to bear.
Why, oh why, must it be this this way?
Silence always there.
Never is there a comforting word,
to spoken to my ear.
The only sound is that of silence,
echoing in my head.
The loudest sound which echoes forever,
until, at last, I'm dead.
Monsters
The say there's monsters in the world, and I'm afraid I must agree.
Just look, my "friend", into your heart, and that is where they be.
Go ahead and turn away, for that way you cannot see
the truth you know before your eyes, longing to be free.
We are the monsters we see.
Think if you will upon your life, and tell me what is there.
Can you even think of your life, or is the thought too much to bear?
Even the pious do great wrong, guided by gods to fear,
Blindly damning those who don't believe, is something bound to scare.
We are the monsters we fear.
Perhaps you find you cannot think of these things at all.
If that is so then it's only right...You've heeded ignorance's call.
The monsters come out and move about, only able to crawl,
as we watch the helpless fight for naught, laughing as they fall.
We are the monsters that crawl.
So are you a man or are you a monster? Do you even care?
When the homeless man comes up to you, what expression do you wear?
Just remember he could be you, if his life you'd had to bear.
So will you be the man you claim, or the monster who's everywhere?
We are the monsters.
Questions
I have walked down many roads--
How many are still to go?
Never has there been an easy path--
Why must I struggle through blinding snow?
The way is long and fraught with peril--
How can one man survive?
One man alone, against the world--
How can I stay alive?
They leave me alone, my friends all flee--
Where did everyone go?
I'm left alone, caught in a trap--
Why doesn't anyone know?
The path I walk is far from easy--
Won't someone please help me?
I stand alone, the tears are falling--
Why is there all this misery?
A life is ending before its begun--
Why can't life be fair?
Alone, alone. I die alone--
Why isn't anyone there?
Terror
Death comes from the skies, and it comes from the seas.
It comes from home and far overseas.
Terror is the weapon and violence the tools,
yet they can't understand that they are the fools
Terror and violence never can win.
Hurting the innocent? You'll play for that sin.
For when death finally takes you far from this place,
You will be cast out, never experience Divine grace.
All the Divine beings watching over the world,
shall see those you've hurt, and their wrath will be hurled,
straight down at your venomous heart,
and destroy all you value, all things of which you're part
For terror and violence neevr breed winners
Those responsible can only be sinners.
Thus shall it be, that at the end of days,
it shall be the violent, and the terrorist that pays...
Flowers
Flowers are wonderous,
I have heard said.
They're used for everything,
even honoring the dead.
They're the very symbol of life.
They're a symbol of love.
They're a sign to the person
That you're thinking of.
Yet what use have I
for the wonder of a flower?
How can I hope
to examine its power?
For one who's alone
It's quite hard to see,
how a flower is used
to aid the lonely
I'm all alone,
with no one here by my side.
All alone in the night,
rivers have I cried.
There is no solace
for a wounded heart,
living all alone
and living apart.
I hope and pray still
that one day I'll settle,
with one special woman
to present with a petal.
Where are the Flowers?
Where have all the flowers gone
that used to line the road?
Where are the roses to stop and smell,
and the reeds past which we rowed?
Now they all seem but a memory
faded into the past.
Yet a flower should truly be forever--
much longer they should last.
Yet the flowers fall, one-by-one,
and then they're gone forever--
yet if they're all left free to grow,
they'll survive most any weather.
So why must we always be so dense--
to always take and never give?
Doesn't everything living on this earth
deserve a chance to live?
So give the plants a fighting chance
and the trees and animals too,
or one day you may just find
that they will cut down you.
Untitled #1
I have been saving
all my love for you.
I've been waiting to see
if your love is true.
Suffering each day
as it began anew,
Waiting for your love.
There's nothing else to do.
You have stolen my love
and my heart's no longer mine.
I want to bask in your love
so like the bright sunshine.
I want to drink in your beauty
so like the finest wine.
I want to hold you in my arms,
and know forever you are mine.
So don't keep me waiting
alone for so long.
Please come to me,
and I'll sing you my song.
Until that bright day,
everything will be wrong--
until that grand day
when you come along.
Forecast for Love
Green trees reaching for the sky,
White cotton clouds floating on by,
Yellow sun shining, so high above--
Such a promising forecast for the spring of love.
Temperatures rise, it begins to get hot
the flower grows quickly, safe in its pot.
the sun rains down on the wings of the dove.
What a beautiful forecast for the summer of love
Temperatures cool, and the heat fades away.
Clouds float above, silent and grey.
People wield rakes to give the dead leaves a shove
The forecast is dreary, for the fall of love.
Cold winds blow on bare skin and bark.
The light fades away, and in comes the dark.
Tears fall from eyes to be wiped by a glove.
What a miserable forecast for the winter of love...
Outcasts
What makes an outcast?
What did we ever do?
Why must people walk on us
as if we were a shoe?
We have done nothing
to deserve this fate.
There seems to be no reason
for the treatment that we rate.
We try to fit in,
but you just won't let us.
What do you want?
Why all the fuss?
We're all only different
on the outside.
Is it just that you wish
we had all died?
I don't understand.
Won't you explain?
Is it just that you like
to see us in pain?
Whatever the reson,
we ask you to pause--
to examine yourself
and examine the cause.
For we are all brothers,
created the same way.
We only look for hope
of seeing a brighter day
So, please, if you hear us,
don't ignore our plea.
You are the one
that can end our misery.
All poems are copyright 2004 by Todd A. Davis
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