#supporter
I'm lost and will never be found
If you see me please give me your hand
I walked on this shore before
But there's no trace of me on the sand
I'm a ghost tired of floating around
I'm a prisoner of my own mind
But i'm fine
There's only a tiny line_between us
So again, if you see me please give me a hand.
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 10:45 PM UTC
The awful moment comes into your heart to crush your innocence, struggling to escape from the suspicions.Your internal wounds refused to fly away to find another shelter because they couldn’t forget
The details of yours sins
The details of their tricks .
one day ,
you'll find the hope
you'll find the soul
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 11:12 AM UTC
Walking in a space of time
loving love with zero threats
no two worlds together
knows two worlds apart
walking together
short steps apart
don’t forget your heart.
kissing each other
your hand fits well with mine
moving together
time slows down in every part
love together
you made my heart jump from the start
investing
time
starts
staring apart
standing eye to eye
Loving you by my side.
living at night
feeling a fight
loving the sight
love you during the night.
Time of space in walking.
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC
Please
Hold on to me
Don't let go
I can't hold myself anymore
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
i.
Ernesto L. Gonzales
Aka "DedPoet";
A prayer up to heaven
As the angel's awaiteth and knoweth.
ii.
Thou hath blessed us all
With thy beauty and difference;
Not like the rest, one of the great's, the best
A man, a king, an angel amongst the innocent.
iii.
This is not thine death
This is thy new birth;
Put thy faith in god, not creature's nor human facade's
For seraph's and cherub's awaiteth thee,in the creator's church.
iv.
This is for thee, one of mine dearest supporter's
Thou art a friend, though didst not talk much;
I still felt thine pen, thine hand of gratitude
Thine family is blessed, to hath known a being of beatitude.
v.
Thy word's shalt liveth on, thither the great paradise
Thou shalt not be forgotten, thou art worth more in ourn eye's;
As thy life, is not worth material money nor gem's
Thy life is priceless, because it's from God, awaiting thee friend.
vi.
Ernesto L. Gonzales, a Godsend to Hellopoetry
Ernesto L. Gonzales, half divine messenger, part mortal breed;
Ernesto L. Gonzales, I thanketh thee for all thou hath done
Ernesto L. Gonzales, Jehovah's eternal poet, a chosen one.
May god bless you and your family ernesto, as remember poet friend Ernest, what a doctor said isn't always a death sentence, only Christ and god the father is your doctor, Christ heals ernesto all!!! Though if he does take you friend, may your soul rest in heaven, may the angel's bless you on your journey, and may you continue to speak your poetry in soul and spirit form,
May God bless you dedpoet, and have faith,
Your friend.
Brandon Cory Nagley...
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Ernesto L. Gonzales[aka DedPoet) dedication
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
That girl is always waiting
To read words from you
To see your heart and spirit
Yes, she's your number one supporter
That girl is your number one fan
Forever
That girl will always be
Your baby girl
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
I am your number one admirer
And your number one believer
I will always be your avid fan
I will support you to the best that I can
I admit, I also see something beautiful
My eyes would also look to others as wonderful
But your words will stay as the best for me
There's no other words as awesome as you let me see
I will always be your avid fan
I will support you to the best that I can
You would tease me that I am unfair
But baby, to you, there's nothing I can compare
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC
Today it starts,
A game of two halves.
Shame no one told us.
They will play,
We will watch
With one eye half shut
They will talk,
Another good game.
But fail like 1970,
To claim a prize,
We think of our own.
I was two the only time,
We raised a trophy,
That my father saw,
Being held aloft in ’66.
We claim our three lions roar,
Only they whimper out of tournaments,
With nothing, but a story of penalties,
And another cross bar denying.
So I say what will be different,
This four year cycle?
I know that the pain will be the same,
Angry words chanted, and dreams shattered
But then there is always
A spark of hope…
Or the next time.
©Nick Strong
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC