this ones for my pops |
i sit alone on the crest of my hill,
i sit and look at what valley the darkness fills,
frost bites at my fingers and face and the darkness tries to replace my sense of being with a sesne of unsertinty...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 20:17:00 GMT |
another one for my mama |
as i stand and look down at the rushing valley below,
i stand and wonder if anyone of these rushing culprits stops to notice the old man sitting in the chair,
who smiles at somthing we notice not,
se...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 20:07:00 GMT |
this one is my moms favorite poem so this ones for you mama |
the slow trickle of the water flowing through my creek,
the pesty buzzing bee flying all around,
the smell of the woods and the feeling of nothing going around in the air,
for this split second i for...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 19:26:00 GMT |
I havent named this one yet but my friends like it |
the boy sitting in the corner staring at you while you do what you shouldnt do,
sure looks a lot like you,
younger with diffrences true,
the sadness in his eyes while he stares at you,
tears welling u...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 19:23:00 GMT |
One of my poems, i called it um, the courage of the normal man |
when the champions fall,
when the strongest cant even speak,
when the preachers cant preach,
the teachers cant teach,
and the eyes of the guards fall to sleep,
what happens on the day when the best of...
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 19:09:00 GMT |
