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 Feb 2013 Breanna Smith
Hilda
No gift to offer
save my love
to thee to prove
    the
   truest
   words
    ever
  spoken
   the
  greatest
  of
these
   is
Charity!
as the Bible says
so I can only bring thee
this gift of my love for thee!
asking our God and His son Jesus
for mercy and grace to help us  
    in
   our
  time
  of
need!
Please  know how much I love thee, dearest!




*~Hilda~
To my sweet dear husband Timothy. Happy Valentine's Day Sweetheart! May God's love surround you and fill you through His precious Holy Spirit!
I can’t wait to meet my next heartbreak

He’ll have everything I never knew I wanted

I can’t wait to see the face that will turn me back into a fool

I can’t wait to see how many smiles I’ll waste on him

I can’t wait to see what outfits I’ll buy just for him

He’ll have everything I never knew I wanted

I can’t wait to hug him like I’ll never let him go

I can’t wait to hang on his every word like they were a life raft

I can’t wait to see the eyes that take me over

He’ll have everything I never knew I wanted

I can’t wait to meet my next heartbreak
You told me that some people want to be used

that must be something a guilty conscience tells itself

I wish I could have said something to you just then but I lost my courage and sank back in to my mind to find something you’d like to hear

I think we both know that I have a soft spot for you

We also know that you’ll never give me anything but your spare time

With both these pieces of knowledge between us why do I still bother?

Even when my friends all deemed you strange and awkward

I never let there words change the ones I’d say to you

I’m writing about you now but I hope it won’t be for always

You ask me what’s on my mind when we hit a patch of silence

well if you read this I could answer that question for you...

but I wouldn’t imagine telling you the truth

maybe you were talking about me

Because time after time here I am
I remember back then when you’d pull me close hip to hip

Your body was mine but your heart was somewhere else

When I thought Love was pouring all over me

But when I’d wake up you’d be ready to go

I’d slid over to take the warm spot you left behind

You’ve had too much practice with us girls

I try and tell my friends it could have been any of you

But am I the only one who fell for it?

I hear you’re all the same but I’ve never met a boy like you

Feeling sorry for my foolishness when I miss you

The worst part is I still wonder how I could have kept you

You’ve had too much practice with us girls

I try not to bring you up so no one knows you’ve still got me

But some things you just can not hide

Will you ever play for keeps?

I take all the time you have to give

I never know when it could be the last time
 Jan 2013 Breanna Smith
Hilda
I love to steal away to my retreat
Far from harsh mockery and cruel eyes.
Nocturnal air wafts mossy incense sweet
Mingling with cedar, a lone pine sighs.
O! If I could  but linger here all day
From earliest morn with rose tinted sky,
I would listen for God's voice as I pray
Though time on agitated wings doth fly.
Soughing of wind through ancient towering trees,
Heartbreaking cooing of a mourning dove,
Alone break hush of benediction's breeze
Overflowing my heart with poignant love.
O! to linger forever at this place
Far from the maddening crowd's hectic pace!



*~~Hilda~~
 Jan 2013 Breanna Smith
Hilda
Now in Life's Chronicle of Time Vanished,
Dismissed! Sweet vapour of thy life to me;
Golden laughter seized, for'er banished.
How I yearn to breathe precious life to thee!
Thy happy voice by death's hand silenced, still
Yet echoes in my dreams and bleeding heart.
Mem'ries shall ne'er this empty void fulfill
Nor rapturous bliss to my soul impart.
O! Could I but return to years bygone
My love for thee gladly would I unfold!
Cruel mockery of fate its course hath run
And grasped thee in sodden bed so cold.
Yet thy life has past, a tale once told.
Love eternal my heart shall for'er hold.

~Hilda~
In loving memory of my dear mother, Marian Hostedler November 2, 1910—August 1, 1996 aged 85.
 Jan 2013 Breanna Smith
Hilda
The sundial shadow falls on garden lawn
Stabbing my broken heart with renewed pain
Reminds me of dancing yesterdays gone;
Golden years never to return again.

O! to purchase one day forever past
And yet clutch in my shaken hands once more;
As sands in the hourglass refuse to last
So to our lives vain hopes can ne'er restore.

If we could foresee silent days to come
And only know our dearest loved one's fate,
How tenderly we'd cherish our sweet home
Before harsh knells proclaim the hour too late.




**~Hilda~
© Hilda January 20, 2013.
Whenever you feel down
Whenever someone hurt you
Whenever your heart feels second best

Know this
  
I

value
And aknowledge

That you are like silver
To be pure and true
That you are a diamond
Priceless and sparkly
Theres many a people
But only one you

If you never heard this

I"ll always cherish

YOU

Blossom sweet flower
Let they not take ur power

Soar majestic eagle
Let they not brake ur soul

And someday
Someway

You"ll find ur way home
***
And i mean this from the bottom of my heart!
Dont let the world win!
LIFE:


Its about a matter of Faith-

----«»----
This is a little poem.                                    
Words i claim as my own.                            
A peek into my little soul
My journey to just make it home.                

This is my silent hope.                                
To try with life to cope.                              
And maybe touch one heart alone
In this my journey on my own.                    

This is my little prayer.                                
That someone out there care.                    
Yet i feel far from whole
My damaged broken soul.                          

This is a little poem.                                  
To say youre not alone.                              
We all must carry on
I hope you claim it as your own.                

                
This is YOUR little poem!
A little poem to know you"re not alone-
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