mrfday1234 - Hello Poetry

Between the two of you I was equally divided. In comes year two and now It’s mostly one sided. Between the two of you I sat and sobbed unheard. Your choices after truly dragged you through the dirt. Brown like that fan you hit implies my choice of words. So now you upgraded, And all the past faded. Like all the parts of you I liked, they're simply outdated. No more time for family. You’re stuck running and angry, You chose to go with the flow, and now the tides changing.

0

Mar 27, 2019

Mar 27, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC

mrfday1234

A poem for my Father

Between the two of you I was equally divided. In comes year two and now It’s mostly one sided. Between the two of you I sat and sobbed unheard. Your choices after truly dragged you through the dirt. Brown like that fan you hit implies my choice of words. So now you upgraded, And all the past faded. Like all the parts of you I liked, they're simply outdated. No more time for family. You’re stuck running and angry, You chose to go with the flow, and now the tides changing.

11

As time races toward 12 It was she , broken bones, cracked teeth; wearing a veil Wedding. Letting people see good Bad. Evil. All mankind. She just hitched now she is found in a ditch. All from not discovering what her value was. Who can and who can't I trust. That's it . dust. All because you thought you were marrying good luck. Now you're tied in the back of the truck wandering miles. Waiting for salvation. You scream until your throat bleeds. Wandering miles. Waiting for salvation. Then you wake up.

0

Mar 27, 2019

Mar 27, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC

mrfday1234

Box's poem

As time races toward 12 It was she , broken bones, cracked teeth; wearing a veil Wedding. Letting people see good Bad. Evil. All mankind. She just hitched now she is found in a ditch. All from not discovering what her value was. Who can and who can't I trust. That's it . dust. All because you thought you were marrying good luck. Now you're tied in the back of the truck wandering miles. Waiting for salvation. You scream until your throat bleeds. Wandering miles. Waiting for salvation. Then you wake up.

9

A Poem about “The Justice in Self Love” By Marley Fritel Someone around you finds justice in haste. Emotions of yours justify where they're placed. Leave it to justice to fiddle with games. Forcing one's will to conform to its fate. Lead on mournful son, bring justice on home. Obstacles gleam like most polished of chrome. View, and greet others as friend before foe. Even justice hesitates when it need be bestowed.

0

Mar 27, 2019

Mar 27, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC

mrfday1234

Justice

A Poem about “The Justice in Self Love” By Marley Fritel Someone around you finds justice in haste. Emotions of yours justify where they're placed. Leave it to justice to fiddle with games. Forcing one's will to conform to its fate. Lead on mournful son, bring justice on home. Obstacles gleam like most polished of chrome. View, and greet others as friend before foe. Even justice hesitates when it need be bestowed.

9

By: Marley Fritel Surprise surprise gleamed her honest eyes, for a day of bliss and love shot by. I’m the target down range, yet far from the center. Whos pessimism looms like the fly. Surprise surprise morns my solemn mind, as that day drew colder so did I. In life's game of questions, I carefully mention, That just part of us can die. Surprise surprise with a taste of time, Your happiness turns to a crumbling climb. To whom you owe the greatest debt, Be those in deaths sublime. Surprise surprise echoes natures chime. It’s choices governed in sanctioned lines. For all who read will reconsider Their path will change with time.

0

Mar 27, 2019

Mar 27, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC

mrfday1234

Surprise

By: Marley Fritel Surprise surprise gleamed her honest eyes, for a day of bliss and love shot by. I’m the target down range, yet far from the center. Whos pessimism looms like the fly. Surprise surprise morns my solemn mind, as that day drew colder so did I. In life's game of questions, I carefully mention, That just part of us can die. Surprise surprise with a taste of time, Your happiness turns to a crumbling climb. To whom you owe the greatest debt, Be those in deaths sublime. Surprise surprise echoes natures chime. It’s choices governed in sanctioned lines. For all who read will reconsider Their path will change with time.

17