People write such cliche poems.

True love that goes on for lifetimes.

A gray city in the rain, colored only by the music of life.

Hot coffee entrenching the soul with warmth in the crisp autumn.

The perfect snowflake landing on the nose of his winter angel.

The smell of northern pines after a heavy storm.

Her unparalleled footprints in the sand with each angelic step.

Tailgate stargazing on an ideal summer night, hands intertwined.

But isn't that what poetry is all about?

The most heartfelt descriptions about the broadest of beautiful moments?

~S.C. Kelley

I don’t want to talk about your sister,
Nor hear about someone’s secret mister.

I don’t even care what your neighbor did,
Grow up and stop acting like a foolish kid.

They can dress in green and act like an elf,
I will not answer for anyone except myself.

You call on the phone to say did you hear,
When I say I don’t need to, I mean it dear.

Don’t stand on my lawn or lean on my fence,
Talking about others not there for defense.

I hear enough rumors on myself not true,
I realize I should never listen to anyone or you.

My children are older and out on their own,
At me cast no stone for they are now grown.

Rumors break my heart and make me feel ill,
Different strokes for different folks is free will.

I try to live my life like judgement day is near,
No need for gossip or lies bending my ear.

Heaven or Hell is right around the bend,
The one and true judge will rule at the end.

Do as you wish and leave me out in the cold,
At the pearly gates I desire to stand bold.

I pray those who feel they are above them all,
Our sins will be judged at the final curtain call.

We will stand one by one before the Master,
Pray for those that you feel their life is a disaster.

VLK

hits like a thunderbolt,
creeps through your veins,
a psychopathic frenzy,
my insubordinate brain.

without a warning,
without a reason,
it’s a catalyst for heartbreak,
emotional bleeding

a cry for help
muffled by the tears
turmoil and fear
deteriorating upstairs.

They all ask ....is she worth it
Well let me tell you...she is the only woman who  put tears in my eyes.both tears of sadness and that of joy
When I am with her I feel carefree as if I were a little boy
Is she worth it...
This woman that I speak of I can't and will not give up on...and yes she is worth it
She made me see the world in a different light
I will spend the rest of my days with this woman ...for her love ....if I must I will fight
Well the answer to their question is she worth it.....to me this woman is my *** of gold........and we shall be together and grow old......if my love for her was counted in money......I would be so rich it wouldn't even be funny

How do you sleep at night?
Are the blankets pulled too tight?
Is the room ever just too bright,
or do you find it fits just right?

And how do you get through the day?
When there’s so much you never say?
When the colours bleed to grey,
or do you like it just that way?

I’ve been playing scrabble with each thought,
cursed to babble ‘cause I was never taught
to speak out loud what plagues my heart
It’s not like I’m proud that it ends before I start.

How do you sleep at night?
Does your mind put up a fight?
Do you loathe every ray of light,
or is it out of mind and out of sight?

And how do you get through the day?
Tornado’s in your wake and at bay.
Casting me to the abyss to stay,
as long as you choose that way.

I’ve been playing scrabble with each thought,
known to dabble in whatever I got.
Doing things so foul I would never do,
to buy a vowel and then another two.

How do you sleep at night?
I put up such a gallant fight.
Bleeding knuckles, holding on with all my might.
You’re asleep and I’m greeting first light.