Poems
I would put more on here but the fact that i have now 324 poems. I fear I may boar you to death, so here are a few of them.
Little Angel
There�s a little angel,
playing in the skies.
As the moon twinkles,
Upon his little eyes.
There�s a little angel,
Singing softly in the wind and air.
Singing the sweet lullaby,
To all the people who care.
There�s a little angel,
Looking down from the heavens and clouds.
As all the mourners look,
around.
There�s a little angel,
Smiling upon us this day.
As was always say,
�We miss you in every way.�
There�s a little angel,
Souring on golden wings.
As the mourners lift their,
Voices to mourn and sing.
(In Loving Memory of Zachary Storms, Who died at the age of 2 �)
Candle
As you walk into the starless,
Darkness alone.
A single light can
Be shone.
It twinkles like a
Lonely star in the sky.
Like a twinkling of
An eye.
I stand in the light waiting,
for you.
Don�t be afraid or
even blew.
Walk within the dark,
loneliness.
Don�t stop to rest.
Don�t let it stop you.
Let the light draw you.
I hold out my hand.
Into the darkened land.
See I reach for you.
To pull you threw.
The light a candle,
Shining in the darkness.
My light shines brighter
Then the rest.
Love My Fears
I must be strong but,
I am week.
I must be brave but,
I am scared.
I must love but,
I fear rejection.
I must be free but,
I am caged by emotions.
I must be outspoken but,
I am shy.
I am pretty but,
I know I�m cute.
I must stand strong but,
I cower in the corner.
I must stand in the open light but,
I stand in the shadows of darkness.
I must over come these fears.
So I may be able to,
love the one who
holds my heart gently
in his hands.
I must love my fears,
And myself.
Bastards Child
A child who once though,
She was made from love
of two.
Now know she is one,
of many.
She is one of many,
who share the same.
Now older the child realizes,
that she is a bastard�s child.
Sometimes she wonders why,
she has a hard time to love.
Since it is the bastard,
who can not share his love.
A bastard�s child stands alone
in the down poor.
Late at night with only,
herself and the rain.
The rain from the sky and,
the rain from her eyes.
Life After Love
As you sit in the darkness.
As you sit in your loneliness.
Thinking of the shards of
glass upon the floor.
Not a ray of light coming,
through the door.
Thinking if there is life,
after love.
Hoping there is still someone,
who was sent from above.
Looking at his picture,
again.
Thinking of when her,
pain began.
Blood drips to the,
floor as she winces in pain.
As the thunder booming and
down comes the rain.
The tears from her eyes,
and the tears from the skies.
Is there life after love?
Is there someone sent from
up above?
Second Chance
Do you ever wish you,
could go back in time?
Ever wish you could have,
had a second chance?
A second chance in life.
In love, hope, and peace.
To change the past for a,
better future.
To change what you said,
so he will love you forever.
To change what you hope for,
to make your dreams come true.
To change the wars,
to keep your peaceful existence.
To make friends with your enemies.
To sleep in the arms of an angel,
with shimmering wings of gold.
As the angel sings sweet,
lullabies in your ear.
Where you find comfort from reality.
Do you ever wish you,
could go back in time?
Ever wish you could have
had a second chance?
Mend
I see you stair out of the
corner of my eye.
My only hopes is that time would
fly by.
At night I sit and ponder what
I should do.
I n hopes that you will realize
I don�t care for you.
The only way I see you
is as a friend.
As time starts to heal,
and mend.
My broken and lonely heart.
When it was torn apart.
Maybe someday I will
show.
That it is not love that
I know.
I don�t want to hurt
anyone.
So please go find someone,
else.
You and Me
As the tears roll down,.
I should not have let you go.
Now I know.
I should not have stood there
and watched you leave.
I should have turned around,
to plead.
I should have told you what
was on my mind.
Cowering away from
Looking through
your eyes.
I see the diamond stars,
of the skies.
It was your song I
heard that made me sing.
On my wings.
I fly into the night above.
And into the hopeful
light of love.
Of you and me.
Hero�s Death
She always said she wanted,
to die a hero�s death.
She wanted to die
with a sword in hand.
She now lay in a pool of blood
in the forest.
He stood there weeping,
for what he had done.
They were just playing,
having fun.
He didn�t mean to
stab her.
Yet as she looked at him
in a different form.
She realized that he
needs her.
She descends back into her
body and takes a breath.
Her body jerks
but she was alive
and so was he.
Now she knows how it is to die
when not ready.
She felt and saw the pain.
Sword
I have just closed,
my eyes again.
As the tears fall to,
the floor.
I see through the darkness,
of my mind.
The star filled sky and its,
cresant moon.
The light shines down upon,
a hidden glen.
Upon the ground lay,
a silver sword.
The moon light caresses,
the sword and person.
Kneeling to the ground she looks at,
the silver sword.
Then in her gentle hands she takes it and,
lays down upon a soft bed of grass.
With a sudden twinkle of an eye,
the sword changes.
In the light he lay in her
embrace.
He gently caresses her,
until she opens her eyes.
And sees she is waking up
from a dream that she wanted to
live on forever.
She Sings
A silvery moon shines,
through the window.
Rustling leaves as
the wind blows.
She sits upon the ground,
thinking of him again.
When their joyous melodies of
loneliness will blend.
She writes of the times
long forgotten.
Thing she sees so
often.
The pain of hearts torn