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| Poetry From Creative Minds |
| Poetry Page Three |
| Too Quick Time keeps on ticking, She feels that it's too fast Yet, there's nothing she can do execpt Heal her harsh past Everythings blurry now, Away from near sight She wonders if ever again Will she battle this same fight He treated her with such anger, Never touched her with his heart Anything but loving, Can she make a clean start? She reaches for love, but Reaches not far enough He's not any better, Everything seems much too tough Endless broken promises Drives a nail through her soul Revealing his Inside as a darkening hole Marriage is out but Times running out too quick Ashamed of her mistakes, Nonetheless it continues to tick. Written by Melissa Woomer I wrote this poem one night after my best friend, Tyesha Sherman, asked me to write a poem about her. It's a brief description of her past marriage and of her current boyfriend. She loves this poem. |
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| The Pain Love Causes My eyes have seen the pain loves causes Cross the lines of hatrid Crossed lines that may never be crossed again Is it just me that sees the pain? He seems happy with his new love Only I see the ain of the Crossed lines Love-Hatrid Rain falls upon my cheeks Tears fall from the sky My heart falss deeper and deeper My life slowly drifts apart When will this all be over? Everyone sees the pain All have tried to help Over and over again Loves come, loves go Raining down upon the dry county Over the cakes of dried mud In my heart In my soul My eyes have seen the pain love causes Seen the hearts that have been destroyed Everything seems so sad Everything - Since it's happened to me Written by Melissa Woomer |
| Sometimes Sometimes it starts as I cross the bridge over the swampy River Neuse. Other times it starts as I turn the corner to the street of my abode. most tmes it begins about when I see the fluttering pinions of the car lots, the blue and white flags reflecting off the high shine of new automobiles. The mind in my head drifts from the days works and trials. From the good times with my friend or family. The image of what could be interrupts these thoughts, like the warnings and tidings of storms to come during TV broadcasts. There is no ignoring it, as if themorbid curiousity that causes traffic to slow at car collisions binds you to it. Where does the hope for the hopeless come from? Is it a grown thing? Like the discovery of blue blotches on bread left too long? Frivolity of the well of depression trying to escape the reality with... "Ah if it could be so..." Where does this scenario erupt from that every evening, this flash of dream invades my soul? What does one do that sows the bitter seed, tends the rank vine, harvests the grapes of wrath as it were... Crushing and preserving them as if to get a fine dark wine after fermenting in the cellar of pain and remorse. To be Tormented by the Hope of what probably will never be... What can one do to resolve such a merry-go-round of emotion. To want to reslove the agony, to erase what went wrong... but stains are almost always indelble. How I wish I was as easily programable as this computer that I type this passage upon. How could I possibly regain happiness through the same avenue where Pain and Betrayal rode through astride their steeds Misery and Devastation. Faith and Love can overcome all. What a beautiful thing. The very ellusive creature of song. Oh! the great bards of all time sung of such loves. I wished that everyone could believe in such as I. The tradegy is not many people can, they simply can't believe that love can be that strong. 'Love can move mountains..'? Not trusting love can voporize continents of souls. I wish that it would never start at all.... Peace of not being disappointed by runaway impossible wishes of...... Written by Joshua Peery |
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| Whoever came up with this one must have had some divine guidance, I was impressed! Alphabet Although things are not perfect Because of trial or pain Continue in thanksgiving Do not begin to blame Even when the times are hard Fierce winds are bound to blow God is forever able Hold on to what you know Imagine life without His love Joy would cease to be Keep thanking Him for all the things Love imparts to thee Move out of "Camp Complaining" No weapon that is known On earth can yield the power Praise can do alone Quit looking at the future Redeem the time at hand Start every day with worship To "thank" is a command Until we see Him coming Victorious in the sky We'll run the race with gratitude Xalting God most high Yes, there'll be good times and yes some will be bad, but... Zion waits in glory...where none are ever sad! "I AM Too blessed to be stressed!" The shortest distance between a problem and a solution is the distance between your knees and the floor. The one who kneels to the Lord can stand up to anything. Love and peace be with you forever, Amen. PS: GOD LOVES YOU...PASS THE WORD ON TO MORE FRIENDS AND ASK THEM TO CONTINUE TELLING OTHERS THAT GOD LOVES THEM TOO. JUST THINK OF HOW MANY PEOPLE THAT COULD BE REACHED OUT TO AND BLESSED WITH THESE WORDS. |
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