Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
I asked the Lord
To be with me
as I journeyed through my day
it was so good to know
is all seeing eye
was on me
each step of the way
now I may stumble
and I may fall
still he remains
my precious friend
and although I may fail
he's always there
and he'll be there
right till the end
for he is there
No matter where you are
he is there
and no distance
will be too far
he'll just reached down
with his tender hand
and show you
how much he cares
so don't ever give up on him
for he loves you and He is there
now we all have those days
as I'm sure you know
when everything it just seems to go wrong
but isn't it good
to know inside your heart
you can always sing a song
or you can pray without ceasing
he will hear you
and answer your prayers
see there's never been a day
that I could say
my lord was never there
Most poets or writers here have my respect
but some are producing some strange effects
to call just 2 words a poem someone really needs guts
want to know how I call this? I name it -  It's nuts!
Has got 103 likes? Research and you'll detect
He/she liked 804 poems before..
you can start now to flame me but it's a fact.

Have been reading here a lot around
did not click “like” on every poem I found
but those that I liked no matter the subject
was “***” or a “Flower”
made me laugh or think twice or surprised me
with its strong expressive power
and a few, I admit, really touched me inside
Kudos! Poets you can take the pride!

Don't care if I am trendy
perhaps my language is bad and my grammar obscure
Typing errors – if you find some, please take them
Don't give a  a sh*t – they are yours.
Thanks for “likes” that are honest
and for taking your time
should be poetry not Facebook
and now to hell with the rhyme.


(© Moon aka Heike Borgard 2014)
Warm greetings to my followers, even if I do not follow
you, I will follow your poems and you are on my mind.
Red, blue, and orange somehow peak,
sun blasted clouds in front
a picturesque scene no words can depict,
or the shot when it's seen.

If such beauty lies in the inanimate,
then am I to believe I too exist?
When the ringing in my chest
and esophagus
echoes with the most hollow pitch?

Blinding light bears a hole,
killing the product
with the source of it all.
I am filled with the sorrow
of watching a loved one fall.
sunsets n ****.
Love me till I'm gone and my blood is spilt
Love me till I'm no longer breathing and our time is jilt
Love me even when my soul travels to where it be
*Love me
Love me while I'm still here
And I will love you too
Next page