Compulsive liar,
You can go back to the fire,
From whence you came,
No time for you or your shame,
Because liar, I know your type and I know your game.
Trapped:
In the depths of this morbid place,
Dark and grey,
It’s here I will stay,
Indifferent look upon my face.
Indifference, no,
Sadness, yes!
Want to go,
When did I enter this mess?
Trapped forever,
In this darkness I must stay,
To my dismay,
In purgatory, I am forever to endeavour.
Our Rightful Home:
Pissed on,
Stepped over,
Blame it on us,
You may as well, everyone else does.
Jealous voices in the dark,
Eager to spread their ignorance and malicious lies,
Will you really believe every single inane remark?
Sod them, I say, and all their fake pleas and cries!
For thousands of years we have struggled!
You know now we will never give up the fight,
This voice will never again be stifled…
So men, women, children of the world unite!
Because we will never give up our right,
to exist, to live, to be free, to die, to love… try as they might.
Valued Moral:
I could not do that,
No matter how much you want me to,
Wouldn’t be fair, you have to go.
She went and alone I remained, feeling lost, I sat.
Can't help my feelings,
All minds are twisted,
In all life and peoples hollow dealings.
My emotions dwell deep and remain chained.
What separates us from the rest of the animal kingdom?
We can speak, we can rationalise, we can create and we can destroy.
Who am I? I am your toy.
When will my time come?
A lie once told,
So hard and for so long,
Your values change and your morals are sold.
You didn't mean it, but you understand you did wrong.
I am a man,
A man with a voice, a choice and morals.
Everybody has meaningless quarrels.
I value my mature morals and try not to break them,
But no doubt someday I will and there’s no doubt I can…
Worry Wart:
Muddled thoughts,
Beating chest,
Cannot put these worried thoughts to rest;
My heart beats faster in my heaving breast.
What did I do?
Why must I feel this way?
What did I do to feel this blue?
Why am I, worried today?
Feel like I must flee!
Doomed,
And anxiety consumed.
Everyone leave me be!
I feel like my mind is peeling,
And I must be alone, with my irrational thoughts and this nagging anxious feeling.
Time to Die:
I scream,
For a bosom full of cream.
I cry,
Born to die.
Laugh,
And play.
“Go to bed, this instant.” – “No way!”,
“You’re not too old boy, to feel my wrath!”
Constant backache,
Whilst I’m awake.
Work to feed,
I plant my seed.
The sun heats my weary skin,
Think of the forgotten, the lost and of my kin,
As I sit outside, forlorn, in this lonely home.
I sit here patiently waiting to be remembered, just like that ugly garden gnome.
Half blind, I gaze at the sun;
Because I know my final time has come.
I can honestly say it has been fun,
So this is goodbye, everyone,
Time is not my friend, nor is it yours, it is with time everything you love comes undone.
Time - my enemy, my undoing, my bullet in a gun.
Afterword
Thank you very much for taking the time to read my poems and I hope you’ve enjoyed them as much as I have enjoyed writing them. I got my inspiration for writing them from everyday life experiences, such as joy and laughter, happiness and sadness, pain and bliss, so on and so forth, I decided to call the collection ‘Here’s Hoping’ because hope is one of the strongest human qualities, it pushes us further to achieve and it can get us through the toughest times, but can also lead to disappointments. These are all necessary in character building and to me that’s what life is all about. Hoping, building and believing in yourself.
If you did enjoy this short collection of poems I ask you to please leave a fair review as it helps me with my ever evolving creative process!
Thank you once again.
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