Strength/Courage

Number One

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I would sacrifice any possesion to be with you



I'd fight any foe to make you feel protected



I'll overcome any obstacle just to make  you smile



You see... You are all that matters... to me...





If one day I should see you stumble



I will be there to hold you up



Should one day you shed a tear



I'll be there to replace it with a smile



There will be days when you want to fight



and I will be there to give you a big hug



You are my everything, and I'd do anything for you



I just want you to know, I love you



There is no sacrifice to great to be with you



You will always be my number one... will I be yours?

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The Messenger



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~The Messenger~





Something keeps telling me

There is no reason to live for

But in my heart I know better you see

And I know that Satan is a liar!



I don’t want to listen anymore

To anything he has to say I want peace and joy

I reject him and refuse to be used by Satan

I just don’t want to be one of his tools or toy.



Oh, how I wish that my heart could be free!

But I am not because I am laden with much guilt and sin

And I am burdensome with so much love, sorrows and woes within

Oh, how I wish that my heart could be free!



In solitude I scour my heart and soul inside and out and that’s how

Where do I go sometimes with all my difficulties and problems?

In my heart of hearts I just know one simple thing for sure by now

All I need to do now is to go to the cross and give them all to Jesus!



At times something is telling me

There is no reason to live for

But in my heart I know better you see

And I know that Satan is a liar!







Dorian Petersen Potter

aka ladydp2000

copyright@2009





June,18,2009


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Will I Survive

Sometimes I feel life a motherless child

As far as a father, I know I've been deprived



Sometimes I wish the world could look deep into my eyes

And feel the pain from the experiences I've survived



Sometimes I as God why I face hardships each day

Feeling too many for the role of coincidence to play



And when I look at my past, I wonder what next to expect

And I think of my future and things I have not dealt with yet



Sometimes I wonder...who cares if I live or if I die

Or who cares if I hurt and who cares when I cry



Who is it who cares when the world weighs me down

Who cares when I feel I can't turn my life around



Who gives a damn about how I'm feeling inside

Or who thinks about my issues and what things destroy my pride



Who is it that worries when I can't sleep at night

Or if I will survive when it's time to face my next fight



And I know that I'm supposed to always keep the faith

But lord knows it's hard when you're left with problems to face



And I wonder what gives me strength to endure each day and night

I guess I trust God enough to know that it will be alright



So I give it all to him and use patience as my guide

Because no one knows the troubles I face but God knows I will survive


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Being a person that suffers from chronic depression a lot of my poetry stems from pain. Writing would be my therapy and a lot of my work reflects the harshness of the pain I felt. When I wrote this poem I was hopeless but I never let that fact keep me from believing that somehow things will change.

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BLAME

Blaming the people from our past

Temptation is great to abuse the memories

What was once in the past

Has no bearing on us

Why do we depend on others

and take what we have not earned

We should stand on our own two feet

And not be crippled by handouts learned.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written to affirm my disbelief of affirmative action

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UNTO WHAT END

Is there purpose left in going on

Is there something yet to find

Uncounted days of rise and fall

Have left me far behind



What is the point in trying to feel

What they tell me I should feel

So long now in the dark I’ve been

It seems that nothing’s real



I often sit and wonder

What it’s really all about

Most times it seems a pointless game

That’s ruled by fear and doubt



Yet other times the visions come

Then everything is clear

But none believe me so I’m left

Alone year after year



And thus I see through wanton eyes

And feel with fleeting heart

But something keeps me pressing on

Start after faltered start



Unto what end have I been born

Deep down inside I know

There’s something I’m suppose to be

Unto that end I’ll go



  …Jeff Bresee

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ADVOCACY

Truth to life is in soreness of sense

dew of future is in mirror of memory

the past is new paven-path to present

of future cylinder

although,the fresh experience of past

might distinct to  conduct

the programme of present

but ideal and ordeal are the usual carven-face of life

where we are and,

deprivation of past may intend to retain

past to present and making

the sadden past to present sobbed

man born nowhere,reside anywhere

sooner later,i would walk it behind

with hope of interest and

spec of determination

to gain is easy,loosening is complicated

i took  way to back to precised-past

where life was't life

only known

and brother is not sister

sister is not brother

vise visa to father and mother

all were soundless of help and  disconcernation

while i thought all rotted and bent

with mind of endless,sure i need myself

i would dream not,but chase dream

and build my own sky over my head

world under my feet

Author's Notes/Comments: 

man makes man when man takes man.it cites the situation in which peoplae found theirselves and refuse to take courage

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Freedom

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Volume Two

Sitting on the Fence

waiting for my death sentence

while they hold the world hostage

the ransom hits center stage

just enough to rattle your cage

not enough to open your eyes

better wake up and see their lies

before they silence all your rights

they will strip you of your weapons

defenseless, they attack with disceptions



"Stand up, be heard

hold them to their words

shout out, protest

Theres a truth I must confess"



This is my life, my body

within this holy temple, I shall die free

for no man rules over me

I hold this self evident

within my very exsistance



Fragile lines that have all been crossed

as our constitution carelessly being tossed

and a great nation has became lost



"Stand up, be heard

hold them to their words

Shout out, Protest

Theres a truth I must confess"

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Fear for Thought





The streets are grim,

but there is Life to be had...

Your heart is racing,

and the party is yet to be over...



Addiction is your friend,

and only in times of desperation...

Please be here for me,

For I AM alone...



Alone is my nighttime,

It meets me here...

Takes me out,

And feeds my fear...



The streets are grim,

but there is Life to be had...

MY heart is racing,

and the party is yet to be over...



You fall into the pattern,

that only a street gangster knows...

It consumes you,

It becomes you...



MY streets are grim,

but there is Life to be had...

...,

Exactly...



No "one more time's",

Not for "old times sake" either...

not even to hide,

away from your fears...



The streets are grim,

but you've fought the addiction...

After all...There is Life to be had...



Now greatful for Life,

you hold your head high...

And never take for granted,

the clouds in the sky...



Streets no longer grim,

We have finally moved on...

To another Life,

another time...

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Love Triangle

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M FoR ViCtOrY

The gentle nature of the Mouse shows

he breaks into the Lion's den,

grasping for his prized possesion;

The White Dove.

The Lion lays lazily asleep.

White Dove sits perched in a cage,

held against her will;

but she knows no other way after all.

The Mouse tip toes towards the dove,

he has to break the spell.

The Lion awakes!

Slowly the Lion opens his eyes and glares at the Mouse.

His prey will never belong to another.

Mouse looks at the Lion and at the lonely Dove.

The White Dove is trembling with anticipation.

What happens when she is freed?

Should she stay out of lack of knowledge?

Can she make it on her own?

Or does she owe the Mouse a debt?

Lion swipes at the Mouse with his monstrous paw,

blood drips from the back of the Mouse

the Lion holds him under his giant foot.

Is it too late?

The White Dove watches as the Lion squishes the mouse.

In pain and suffering

the Mouse apologizes for not saving the Dove.

She finally understands the fight,

the way the Mouse would die for her.

In her heart she feels the love he brings.

The Dove cries out in a fury

she breaks the cage,

she flies out in anger,

she slips through the spell.

The Lion yells out and tries to catch the Dove.

Quickly, the Mouse runs out of the den

he wants to see the Dove fly free.



There she goes,

her wings soaring against the wind.

He watches her fragile smile grow stronger.

She won't ever be alone.

The Mouse has defeated the Lion

in a battle of the heart.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Have the courage to trust your heart White Dove! You will get it eventually, you just need to find your Mouse.

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