POETRY PSYCHOLOGY
Delves into the deepest realms
inside of me
It opens my mind
Makes me see
Life, good and bad
All meant to be
Write those poems
If it eases the pains
It will lead onto the next terrain
Give Peace to sustain
POETRY PSYCHOLOGY

This is not a poem!!!!!
It is a prayer for my son
His belief in his heart is
He can save the World for God
He has just begun
I pray God's spirit does stay in control
He keeps my son truly whole
In my true youth
I had this much soul
I let this sinful world take control
God brought my son
To me to carry on His legacy
I bow at my knees
Pray He takes control and gratifies
My sons soul
My sons mission in Peru
Is to see the lost through
To love ALL mankind
To break barriers
To think in Jesus mind
AMEN

I remember before
I remember when it was just a bunch of poets most in unrelinquishing agony
I remember when I came on this site and it was a safe haven
I remember being inspired by Great writers that are still out there
I remember the passion
The fire
I remember what HP was
I remember it's better days
...
I am not a fan of the new HP
I know for some they feel they are writing poetry but others, well it's offensive.
I come here to breathe to be with those that I can relate to
It Was a garden full of blossoming roses
But every time I appear now
It feels like a high school situation
This is a site for poetry not pathetic ******* petty drama
Between poets
Write your heart, try to help other poets
Express yourself
I refuse to hashtag it up
Because i respect those who use them
But in all honesty I hate what it has done
Maybe the people changed
Maybe some left
...
I remember when here wasn't a need for "public service announcements"
I remember when there wasn't a worry about a "bully"
I remember when the thought of plagiarism occurring was a joke
I remember what it use to be
And now it's future I feel isn't so bright
All it feels like now it a popularity contest
I long for what it use to be

I read this poem and a line read "I love me."
And I was so proud of that author I had no idea who or what has made them who they are.
Because I myself cannot love me.
And this is one of my many faults because I can see the perfection in so many others yet my reflection is all but that.
So I applaud you.
For that is indeed a great acheivement to be thankful for.
Because for many out there loving yourself is one of the hardest things to do.

i handled you leaving better than i thought i would
but it's been a month
and im getting bad again
you're not here
and i know it wasn't fully your choice
but i miss you
i see your face and i choke up
you're hundreds of miles away
and i need you to come home