| La Vie Poem |
| Facade by Richard Mar The undisturbed image of Mona Lisa On a black canvas. The easel she sits upon is broken Or so it seems; It's falling apart. Soon she'll be at her knees With slashes across her face, Bleeding black at her wounds. Like beheaded royalty She will be forgotten. Becoming a distant memory, She realizes, is her worst fear. Tragic as it may be, A piece of her remains. Her Smile. Still a single brilliant stroke; It appears Wider. Genuine. Happier. Never broken as the canvas tears. |
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| Truth by Richard Mar Forever blurring the things That are supposedly said from your Deepest thoughts, my head wanders away; Wonders if whatever you say Is just a front. Tell me, Do you love me or what? |
| My Poem by Richard Mar I'm caught under this overwhelming pressure To succeed To make my parents proud To live out this life. But I think to myself if it's really my life I'm living. Trying endlessly To prove something To someone else But never myself. As I rip this letter to shreds And cry through each tear, It is for myself I should care For these days I'm accomplishing. Even if disappointments My parents should see, Through my eyes I realize Life's entirely for me To Live. |
| Poems copyright 2003, Richard Mar. Do NOT take or use any of the poems found on this page without permission from the creator. |
| A look at some of my favorite poems, that I have written, all by my lonesome. |
| "To days of inspiration... The need to express.... To communicate... To going against the grain... Going insane... Going mad..." - Mark, Rent. |
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| My Unknown by Richard Mar My Life Hectic Somber Stressed As we speak For now, the outlook seems rather bleak. Not a breath to catch As I wait and watch My days turn to black. Is there a flame out there, Melting my dreams; my fate; Deeply faint; awaiting my arrival? Or is it out; deceased; Washed away by rain; No hope of revival? In time, I shall see. |
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| Down The Taken Path by Richard Mar Times like these I'd like to forget, Where jealousy is everywhere I look And I regret the decisions that have Led me to this life that just seems wasted. I feel I've misplaced my steps one way Or another and didn't amount to my best. I wonder if I should have said yes at a crossroad Where it seemed just too difficult To try. I should have tried. So now, when everyone is discovering new wonders And more about themselves and what they can be, I pulsate with envy And ask myself why? Watching my step only made me more fragile And while I double checked, I lost Time amounting to wasted life, for what? A flawless shell with an undeveloped soul. |
| Nova by Richard Mar Why must the birds and butterflies fly Or the blue sky dry vast seas from breezes? With ease we die like dreams at wake and Grasp as they dissipate and decease. Free of blight of birth of burden. A flight to the heavens of earth To give all light, that gleams our fate, Is what we take. |
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