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A Poet's life is a life of solitary. You are alone with your words and alone with your stories. You are  alone by choice and you have the need to write because it is a calling and a vocation for life. It is not a profession  it does not pay much but it is what you are called to do because you must  express yourself, Each piece of poetry tells a story of something that goes on in your life story.
Heart break, depression, loneliness, too, love, desperation and even the deep thought of suicide too. It tells when you break up with a boy/girl friend, and tell when you start a new life too and when it begins.
The Poet's life is one of loneliness but this is how we work and we have chosen this path for a very good reason.  No one can distraction us, because we must write we are all Poets that tell of our lives.
Dreaming a dream that won't come true,
that is exactly what you are doing,
Telling yourself you have it made
but then you will never see it come true
You don't have what it takes to become
a star and you have no voice- at all.
Homeless you will be- Homeless you will stay,
living off food stamps, and your Church of Christ
No updated skills on Microsoft or Security work
Traveling from one church to another church for
a roof over your head. Is this really the kind of
life you want to lead.
You will never be noticed like so many other wanted to be stars,
and they fall by the way side and beg on the streets for a crush
of bread because they wouldn't listen to anyone with sense.
Dreaming a dream is all you are doing. You have no humility when you show off your singing.  Humble you are not, you don't know the know . You are nothing but thoughtless want be musician.
I tried to love you, I tried very hard,
but you did not understand  my incurable romantic heart,
You gave me no flowers, no Christmas, Valentine, or Easter
Cards, and you gave no birthday cards as well.
All you thought about was your ****** needs,
You did not think about how to please me
To you it was Slam, Blam, thank you Ma''am
it was not making love between two heart and souls,
you just wanted ****** release
You were Clingy, selfish, thoughtless, and did not think of me
you would not give me space when I asked for it.
When you did not get your way you cheated on me and thought it was okay.
You did not understand that I needed time to grieve over someone who loved for 12 years you see. You pouted like a little boy which meant to me you are nothing but a Peter Pan.
The only thing you thought about was being a want to be musician in Nashville. You are still homeless without a home and left me to die on my own. One thing you don't know about I am like a Phoenix Bird you see. I will rise from the ashes you will see and when I am ready I will find that special soul mate God made especially for me.  I tried to love you but I could not because you are not incurable romantic.
Robert Littlejohn
I miss you more than you will ever know,
I wish you were here right now with me,
I have tried to love again, but I can't seem
to let you go although I know you can not
come back to me and I cry for you secretly.

I gave you my heart and gave you my soul,
to another man I can not give it to now
I was your everything and you were mine
My heart is broken and never will be repaired
I will never love or trust another man
The 12 years we shared were so happy
and now I am unhappy because you are not with me

I will never love again I know and I am waiting to join
it is just a  matter of time.
I lost of zest for living when you died
I have no desire to live anymore
I pray to the Lord that he will take me soon
and we will be see each very soon.
I love you why did you die?
Missing is you is all I do. You were always there for me when I need someone you see. I could tell you what was on my mind and you would hold me in arms and let me cry.  You told me I would be all right, but I shook my head and sighed.  We are together for so many years since 1979.
We were supposed to be married and yet we decided it wasn't meant to be and we remained closed friends rather enemies.  I was your family and you were mine and it broke my heart the day you died. Today is the anniversary of your death and you left me alone but you entrusted me with Frank and he was the next one to died on me. Missing both of you - you see has broken my heart and spirit you see.  I cry and no one sees my tears that I want to join both of you now in heaven.
What have done to deserve this long life and I had away I would end it today.
My life has to come to end one day and then we will be together forever and day.  I love you both John and Frank.
How do you mend a broken heart?  How do you learn to trust again.
When someone walks out on you and they say never want to see you again.    They don't want to discuss it and leave you a lone and they know that you are not strong enough to brave it alone. Then they come back and ask you if you can their friend, and all your friends just say he will hurt and use you again.  He changes his cell phone number and blocks you on his Facebook and that tells you he is trying to forget you. However, no other woman will have him because he is toothless and lives like a homeless person.  He forgets how he was raised and chases a pipe dream to become a musician in Nashville. Today he is still homeless no pride at all and he has to ask his church for money and how long  will that last How do you mend a broken heart I don't know but the pain is still strong. I have prayed  to God to let me forgive him but I can never forget what he has done.  I was good to him but he was not good to me. He only thought of himself not me.
They say a broken heart can go on beating but how long can the one stand the pain.
The heart is a fragile thing you see and one day it will stop beating.
It has been twelve years ago since you died and left me now. I miss you more than you will ever know. You stuck with me through thick and thin and held me when I needed it and assured me I was going to be alright and that I was going to make it.
We knew each other for 25 years and we planned to be married several times but in the end we knew we could not but we decided to remain friends and   close friends we remained. I was there for you and you were there for me and I know one day I will see you again in Heaven you see. You will have a brand new body one out of pain and suffering and I will have the same you see. When they called me and told me you  died I fell  apart I think I stopped loving and it broke my heart. I have loved after you and he too died on me and now I just won't try again because I can't love again you see. I have loved four men and all have died on me and you all four men are still special to me.  No, I will never love again and give another man my heart because when you died you took it with you.  I was blessed to know such four good men and one day we will all be together again.
In Loving Memory of Donald S Martino  Oct 31, 1934-November 1,
1994, John Richard David Werdell March 1, 1950  to December 3, 2002, Frank A Kratochvil  September 8, 1948 to January 28, 2008 and Roy L. Mock December 13, 1953 to November 27, 2008. I miss you all.
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