This is the end
I saw the look on your face it was one of dismay.
I seen that you seen I knew this relationship was over.
No more happiness,no more joy.
All gone with these last words.
This is the end.
Goodbye is a hard word , it's over is just a tail
So long can't make amends.
This is the end.
Get a taxi.Or take a bus.
Just go anyway you want.
Close the door just don't damage it.
As it hits you in the end, you'll be gone.
So now I can say. THIS Is The END!

I will not be taken down.
Strive to uphold my rights. To keep my faith in God.
And stand my ground.
For I will not be taken down.
I do not hate those that fight for the things they have great faith in.
For if I did they would take me down.
I stand for freedom love and joy
But I will not be taken down.
I am an American And no body will take me down!!

That's no monster
I lie down at night with a little fright.
I like to have the light on to keep me safe from all that lurks
I look a round the room to determine if they are there.
I don't see them anywhere, but I know they will come.
Monsters are always there green ones or ones in black.
All I know it is true so I hid my head so they can't find me.
Then I hear a voice that comes that I cannot stand at night.
It's not at the window but at the foot of the bed.
The like goes out I do dread. Then I take that last one look.
Then I see it's my mom not a monster.

In the scream of the night
I wake in the mid of night
With the sounds of siren screaming through the night
I look out the window and didn't see nothing
But could begin to see the lights racing towards me.
I run to the door an open it
There next door was a blaze.
I heard the sounds of fright coming from the scream of night.
Young children crying for their dog who no one seen even in the door.
As they work on the blaze, a tiny sound came to my ears.
As I heard the bark and the scream of joy of the night.

When the angels come
When the angels come I will be waiting.
My time to reach the gates to heaven
I will not shed a tear for he will be waiting for me.
I will walk with those that left before me.
In the joy of heaven, the angels will come together to see me.
So don't cry. I will meet you when the angels come.
Then side by side we will walk the streets of heaven
And we will get our wings so we can be one of the angels that come for those who wait.

God's kind of poetry
Gods' kind of poetry is of many kind.
He loves the poetry of the sky and how the birds do fly.
Of the leaves as the fall in a valley so small.
He likes the poems of horse running in the field.
Or the one about the dog that barks all night.
Most of all God's kind of poetry is about the children he loves so dear.
And how he watches over them.
God's listens to the poetry about how the world is today.
How it needs to love and not the war.
These are God's Kind of poetry ,
And we write down for him.

I can see you.
I see you. But you can't see me. I walk with you. But you can't feel me only in your heart. I listen to you. But I can't talk to you. I'll be there for you. All you do be just needed to say my name. I'm your family, but I'm your friend. I'm your god call on me!

Will she
Will she make me mad or will she make me sad?
Will she let me climb in or will she just make it the end?
Will she let me feel it all greasy and grimy
Or will she just not makes it the time.
And for all you ***** mind people.
It's a car I'm trying to get her in to gear.

He called
He called and told me good bye.
For I'm going to leave this place.
I will go to a place that has only joy for me.
He called and said there will be no more sweet kisses
Or tender hugs.
In this place, there are no wars or killing done.
Flowers and birds grow and sing all day.
The rain does not come but there is many of clouds.
He called and said, the trip is long but the wait and sees it is short and great.
He called to say good bye but said many things and did not cry.
The call he made cannot be returned for he makes it just to say good bye.

How poetry began
Late at night the day my mother passed away.
I could not stay away from the keyboard long.
I sat at the computer and thought of words. But nothing came to thought.
I felt a hand on my back and I got a chill as I started to write.
A phone call to heaven my first poem a call to God requesting him to let my mother know we would be ok.
This poem was my first until an old girlfriend from school took and gave me a kick.(in the leg, like always).
Now I try to think everyday of at least one poem for you to enjoy.Words are hard but I hope you smile
Cry, and laugh. For the comments I thank you all and Keep coming with the contest and I'll write for you all.

Off and On , Off and On .
Bright and bright. Dark and dark.
   Who's playing with the lights?