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You fill me
With your love
You fill me

With your caring
You fill me
With your thoughts

You fill me
With your sharing
it is like
all my words
will fall short
and everything
i say will
not do me
justice
 May 2014 Taylor Cuomo
Jack
~

Through wooden blinds uneven slats
the sun appears to shine
Beyond the storms of later night,
in just the nick of time

With cooler breeze of air to flow
and wishing wells so deep
Dreams cast in coins to bottoms fall
that you my heart shall keep

For in this winded poet stirs,
a passion constant strong
The feel for words to touch your soul
amidst a summer's song

With distant far off tendencies,
to reach is but a chore
Yet through these words I hope you find,
it’s you I do adore

And I shall take this sunrise glow
with every breath as new
Believing it is sent with love,
to me from only you
 May 2014 Taylor Cuomo
Wes
sad*  scared  alone  depressed  It  overwhelmed  ups­et  ignorant
 irrelevant  broken  disgusting  is you  awful  rejected  numb  stupid   
unhappy  lazy­  fat  mad  that protects me from the  hopeless  cold  fear
glum  tragic  pouring rain and you shelter me from the  worked  poor
despair  big wide world and for that I owe you my soul  chubby
sick  and           I          think             that          you         are  wrong
hollow                                              B                                               shame
empty                                               e                                                 envy
anxst                                                a                                            remorse
grief                                                  u                                               greedy
poorly                                               t                                             shallow
fed up                                              i                                             beaten
bullied                                              f                                               guilty
unheard                                           u                                         unneeded
stress                                             l.                                             *bored
I don't particularly like this 'poem'. :)
Without my friend I would feel...
I talked to your sister today.
She said she doesn't want you two to get back together either.
He isn't right for you.
She said that when you're with him,
she's lost a sister.
Well,
I've lost something almost as bad,
maybe worse.
I lost a best friend.

Goodbye.
A friend is like a ring of gold,

Its value known by those who hold,

Friends are few and far between,

Loyal, true, opinions keen.



On dark nights when tears oft flow,

At times in life nowhere to go,

A heart that's broke and cannot heal,

To give advice, a love that's real.



Always there in times of need,

Healing wisdom, words to heed,

The brightest star within the sky,

No price to pay, no reason why.



A sack of Gold within his hand,

The stranger walked into the land,

To buy and sell, or some to lend,

And yet the gold brought him no friend.



In a life where things can rot or rust,

Where all must die, return to dust,

There is no thing which one can hold,

Except a friend worth more than gold.



If you find this precious gift,

That friend who truly spirits lift,

Do not betray, do not forget,

For those who do will long regret.



© William Power (2011) All rights reserved
I am lost in a sea
of
noise

Yet
I am found
in
*You
14w
i mean
nothing
to you
but
you mean
everything
to me
summary of this poem is
"i still love you"
They grabbed me again tonight
With paper and pencil in hand
Being forced to sit down and write
At the latest poems demand

With both my hands chained in rhyme
Needing desperately to break free
As they slap me in and out of line
Tied to this chair of poetry

As the door to my mind creeps open
I let out the slightest of whimpers
I'm hoping against hope this ain't all she wrote
And it's not the poem with the pliers and snippers

I'm not sure I can write anymore
But his technique always brings the poetic screams out of me
He knows how to take me right to the edge
But no further into insanity

Of course I spill my guts under the pressure
Telling them all it is that I know
As they hand me the paper and pencil
And once again the rhymes start to flow
This is how I'm starting to feel these days. I may be near taking a break before I break. ..
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