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JustJo
JustJo
What to say......I'm married with children. I'm originally from the UK and moved here to America in 2008. I have always enjoyed poetry, both reading it and writing it. My attempts at writing have, however, been a very mixed bag of successes and failures.
I've been doing a lot of thinking, Looking back at bygone years. Reliving times of happiness And remembering the tears. It's been a roller coaster, I can say without a doubt. Problems without solutions That it's time to figure out. My thoughts are spinning madly In the confines of my mind. Confusion overwhelms me And answers are hard to find. I have nobody to talk to To help me find my way. No-one to add perspective And make my turmoil go away. The more I think, the more I hurt. The more jumbled things become. It makes no sense, no sense at all And the answers will not come. I'm standing at a crossroads Which way do I go? Left or right or straight ahead? The truth is, I don't know.
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Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC
Confusion.
I miss you, my friend. More than you know. It hurt beyond words when I had to let go. The chats that we had always brightened my day, Put the sun in my life, made the clouds go away. I've never met anyone who just understood What it meant to be me, the bad and the good. I could be honest and real, and I felt you could too, No pretense or surprises. It was like we just knew... I will never forget all the talks that we had Although all the memories still make me feel sad. I will remember you always as the light in my life Who chased away shadows and made sense of the strife. Who made me feel I could take on the world. My confidence grew like a flower unfurled. The time of our parting was when I needed you more Than I've ever needed anyone before. I knew you could fix me, yet you were no longer there. I went into denial and tried not to care. My life is now missing a wonderful friend, And I hope that one day, we will meet again.
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
Absent friends.
I wish someone would tell me that it's really okay To let go of my feelings, not lock them away. I wish someone would tell me that it all will be fine, And that one day control of my life will be mine. It hurts me to realize how different things are From that day long ago when I wished on a star. When my dreams were just forming and my heart was still pure, When hope was eternal and my future assured. I wish someone would tell me that dreams can come true That my heart is not broken and hope will win through. I wish someone would tell me that it's never too late And that some things are held in the hands of fate. I want to believe things will turn out all right And that, no matter what, I should keep up the fight. I want to be cherished, to feel loved and secure. But each day comes with sadness that I have to endure. I wish someone would tell me I have nothing to fear, And that one day the confusion will all become clear. I wish someone would see me for the person I am And not as a pawn in their great master plan. For now I will dream and forget all my doubts, As you never quite know how life will turn out. I'll hold onto the hope that my dreams will become real And the love that I crave, I'll eventually feel. I wish someone would tell me it's worth all the pain, And that there's always a rainbow after the rain.
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
I wish...
I'm at a point in my life when I have to be sure Of the choices I make, more than ever before. Nothing is easy and it never will be, But my life involves others who are precious to me. I've made lots of mistakes every step of the way, And I pay for them dearly with each passing day. I wish I could change things and dispel all the pain That I've caused other people again and again. I have to make sure my dreams are not heeded And help those I gave life to as long as I'm needed. I am a mother first, my kids are my life And second, I am my husband's wife. I'm ashamed of the way I've behaved in the past. hoping for friendships that could possibly last. But I've done it all wrong and I'm paying the price. And now I have more to sacrifice. I've tasted the joys, the sins, the excitement But I have to avoid the road of enticement. My life is not over and my time will come, My priority now is to be a good mom.
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
My priority.
To start the day with a sleepy yawn. To rub your eyes and curse the morn. Reluctantly put your feet on the floor Wishing you could sleep some more. Doing the things you always do On auto-pilot all day through. "You look tired," just falls on deaf ears It's been the norm for too many years. Just making it through the day is a feat without actually falling asleep. Existing, not living. Too tired for pleasure The effort required is too great to measure. Judgement is flawed, emotions are high Sometimes it's all you can do not to cry. Each hour seems so long as you crave your bed. Just longing to rest your weary head. But then, all of a sudden, your brain is alert. Thoughts running riot, reliving the hurt. Tossing and turning all through the night As your body refuses to give up the fight. Exhaustion takes over with minutes to spare Until the morning alarm cuts through the air. And so it all starts again, each day back to back. This is the life of the insomniac.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
Insomnia.
Tomorrow is a distant dream, So very far away. I think about it constantly As I struggle with today. Why does it seem so perfect? Like nothing could go wrong. When today is fraught with problems And each hour seems so long. The sun will shine tomorrow And the air will smell so sweet. The smile upon my face Will touch everyone I meet. I go to bed each evening With the struggle at an end, But when I wake up in the morning It all begins again.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
A Distant Dream.