Deceitful Emotions – Poem

I do not believe in friendship but I believe in true love. I have been assured friendship does not exist – way too many lessons I have learned. But how can I stop believing in existing love if I have got my whole life in front of me?

 

Relationship and friendships.

Love, hate, anger.

Silly emotions.

Pointless and endless.

Lack of understanding.

Lack of sympathy.

Lack of desire.

Selfish and cocky.

Respectful only of oneself.

Clowns – Poem

Dreadful people

With fake smiles on their faces

Miserable souls

With the task of entertaining children.

 

Put a wig on, draw a smile

And there you have

A career as a clown

With the task of entertaining children.

 

Some have failed

By visiting children’s most sacred fears

Sneak up on scared adults

Violating that career path.

 

Photo found on google.com

Past – Poem

Sins of my heart

Thoughts in my head

Unfamiliar bodies in my hands

What was I supposed to hold on?

 

Sins were too irresistible

Thoughts were too compelling

Those bodies too attractive

I wasn’t seeing what I was holding.

 

Mistakes were made

Sins were forgiven

And thoughts were forgotten

What I was holding on was just a silhouette.

 

All that in the past

When there is no past

Today is past

And even tomorrow will be past.

Morals – Poem

Morals and right doings

Where is left and where is right

What is black and what is white

People like telling you

How to act, what to say and who to look at

What made you think you can do that?

Have you never done wrong or never had a bad thought?

Preach and teach

Not to kiss and tell

Not to run away

Or keep a secret

Moralised by priests and priestesses

The journey of life never ends

Not a step aside could be made

Neither a different road could be taken

What to eat and how to think

In whom we can believe

And to whom we should pray

Who gave you that task and said all you do is right?

Absolutely Nothing

I love this poem… It makes so much sense. In a world where we seek approval and love, all we get is an empty bed full of sorrows.

HIRAETH.

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it ‘Chops’

because that was the name of his dog

And that’s what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and a gold star

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door

and read it to his aunts

That was the year Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with tiny toenails and no hair

And his mother and father kissed alot

And the girl around the corner sent him a

Valentine signed with a row of X’s

and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of…

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