PostPoems

Wrong Turns

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1995

Here we are in the darkness of the night

We’re in the part of town with no street lights

Baby, it’s another wrong turn

But we seem to never learn

 

We are two cars at 2 am with no headlights

We both got no plans how to stay, how to drive

Mistaking red flags for runway lights

It feels so wrong but seems so right

 

Then I said, "Let's have time apart"

I thought it would sway from you my heart

Two months and four guys had passed

Nothing but this love would last

 

We let go and turn away

We cross roads then angers fade

You always know how to lead me on

Leave me breathless every touch of dawn 

 

I should just ask you to leave all this behind

But even me don't want to leave you behind

Because I know we'll just keep getting back

And I know this love will keep coming back

 

You’ve got your sweet smile and star tattoo on your chest

I’ve got my dreamy eyes always hoping for the best 

You're the only love I know that feels right

I'm the one you think who brings your world light

 

Sometimes, wrong turns lead you to the right places

At times, bad moves take us to the best days

'Cause love is a tempting rose garden filled with sharp thorns

And not every love story has a prince with a white horse


 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was based on my personal experience and was inspired by Taylor Swift's song, "Style."

PostPoems: A Unique Site

I’m in love with ‘PostPoems’, a site,

Surpassing thousand others, with flying colours,

Not only in creativity but also in diverse manners,

And alive with exceptional privileges magnetising sight.

 

The efficient staffs, working around the clock, are special,

Leaving no stone unturned to lead the site towards peak,

The writers take much delight in posting poems and prose alike,  

To borrow Keats’ words, “the realms of gold”, I just can’t wait to travel.

 

March on,

Be known.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Dedicated to the hardworking staffs of this website.

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She Sinks Ships (Alliteration)

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Alliteration

Sailing, sailing, slowly seaward
skippers suddenly see,
storms swarm sailing ships
ships sail swollen seas.

Stormy seasons slowly stretch
skies stir silently,
slowly seaward ships sail
sudden storms, swollen seas.

"She sinks ships," skippers say
storms suddenly shift,
skies stir silently
slowly seaward stretch sailing ships.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.7/2009

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've never penned one of these before, so I figured I'd give it a try.

Posting Poetry

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Anger

I've been trying to post poetry
for the past couple of days,
I can post my pictures
in so many ways.

I press the "find images" button
but all it does is go around,
in circles, making me dizzy
I've fallen to the ground.

I wanted to post a children's poem
but had to post somewhere else,
I try to do my best in this site
but sadness, I had been dealt.

What am I supposed to do now?
I'm not happy just posting pics,
watching the wheel spin 'round and 'round
hearing the mouse continuously be clicked.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
May.5/2012

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I am in a few different poetry sites, where I post my poetry. For the past few days, I've been trying to post and I can't post a poem, without a picture to go with it. I finally got this poem posted, but with other pieces to no avail.

Grass (Haiku)

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Haikus

Grass is lush and green
it truly enjoys the rain
can't wait for Summer.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.9/2012

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Better Days

There will be better days ahead
through the wind and the rain,
there will be better days
when we won't feel anymore pain.

There will be better days ahead
when we will be with our loved ones,
holding hands, hugging each other
when our end finally comes.

There will be better days
when we won't feel anymore pain,
of missing our loved ones dearly
through the wind and the rain.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Aug.4/2009

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A Soldier's Grave

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Sad Poems

'Neath a weeping willow
stands a soldier's grave,
friends and family visit him
and thank him for the life he gave.

Every year that goes by
he is always remembered,
a poppy and wreath are carefully placed
questions are left unanswered.

Young ones ask questions
"Mommy and daddy, why is he dead?"
they try to reply, without crying
"Because of the bravery he lead."

The clouds grow dark
the air turns bitterly cold,
families remember the lives of loved ones
grin about the days of old.

The day is over now
families and friends, leave their loved one behind,
hoping that one day soon
peace, they will be able to find.

Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Nov.11/2006

Ten Years On (Remembering 9/11)

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9/11 Poems

Etched forever, are the names
upon the stone, they will stay,
in our hearts, we'll remember
what happened that horrific day.

Hearts were broken, many lives lost
how is one able to forget?
Ten years on, too fast
all the sadness, had been set.

Tears flow like rivers today
memorials roaming worldwide,
loved ones being forever remembered
for all those, whom had died.

An Angel taps your shoulder
follows you, wherever you may go,
your loved one is there with you
hugging you tightly, you know.

They will always love you
until you meet in the end,
but, for today, ten years on
prayers for the broken hearted, up to Heaven, we'll send.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.11/2011

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've won online awards for this write and submitted it to get published in an anthology. It got excepted.

The Children Of 9/11/2001

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9/11 Poems

Some of them were too young
to remember what went on,
two and three years old
they just started the parent, child bond.

Others would remember that day
as they sat back and cried,
not growing up with their parent
for ten long years, they were denied.

Remembering those lost today
children's hearts, still torn in two,
looking at names engraved in stone
for the entire world to view.

Copyright Cynthia Jones
Sept.11/2011

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written on the tenth anniversary.