"tresure" poems
I locked myself away again
hid in a form of a closet
bunched between the jackets
and moth eaten dresses
I closed myself in a drawer
between the trinkets
and stale kerchiefs
and oneday
maybe someone
a tresure hunter of sorts
will sift through the junk
to find the broken
stained little girl
who was once able to look in a mirror
and not see every inch of fat
every layer of skin
as disgusting
polish up the jewel to my heart
don't sell it though sweetie
this ruby gets cracked with
the slightest pressure
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 8:01 AM UTC
Our hero in red came tumbling down
A heavy fall but no sigh or a frown
He ate and he drank and made good of the mess
Then he disappeared back up the chimney no less.
"Mum, Dad it's christmas" came the shout
Children run down the stairs to see if Santa's about
An empty glass and a two half eaten pies
Then a big sack of presents catch the children's eyes
The parents look on with a sense of joy
Each present is opened; some sweets and a toy
It's picture perfect, a moment to tresure
If only every child could experience such pleasure.
If only our hero knew of some children's tears
No letter no presents no love, only fears
He'd do all he could to bring joy to their heart
A cuddle, a smile and laughter's a start
Love doesn't cost money, a smile causes no pain
Be there for each other, never let that togtherness wain
A present is for christmas but a family's love is for ever
remember true values its the being together.
Dec 7, 2009
Dec 7, 2009 at 1:33 AM UTC
crackers bursting across the earth
we heard the loud cries of his birth
it was just like yesterday
when you made our lives to bright from grey
i had the best time with you
which i not knew untill days swiftly flew
time is very cruel
everyone has to go someday,thats life's rule
every morning,i wake up
gaze at the morning twilght
"Isn't this so beutiful or is just my eyesight?"
Memories may haunt but still the best shall i highlight
chereished moments ere you left
was a unforgetable gift
recalling our lives together bring back happy and sad a tear
we did none be fogotten what together we share
They come yonder and leave
but thou art special
because thou art full of meaning and real
which forever shall i belive
I shan't see thou ever after
I shall tresure your every laughter
Now,I say goodbye, 2010
Wish the next is good as you, my dearest friend.
Jan 1, 2011
Jan 1, 2011 at 5:17 AM UTC
Darling!
You are that treasure
I always searching for
I found you now. But,
I Can't say you are mine.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 6:06 AM UTC
Child in my arm holding you tight,
You been given the gift
The gift of life,
I will keep you from harm
Teach you right from wrong,
But for now just sleep softly in my arms.
You are so fragile
With your tiny
Fingers
&
Toes
You have your mothers nose
My baby blues and daddies skin tone,
We will care for you through life
Teach you things we know.
Your are bundle
Our little treasure chest
So many memories
To be made between the three of us.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 5:18 AM UTC
*It’s 2 am and you’re on my mind
Well of **** course you are
I’ve loved you for years and
You always have someone else
I know they don’t actually care
You’re just a pretty girl to them
Just someone to fill up space but
You’re too caught up in this “love” to
Notice how he treats you
That isn’t love but I know how you throw them away too
I don’t want to just be thrown away
When you mean so much to me
Yeah you say you haven't ever felt that way about someone before
He’s ******* you over and he only likes you for those pictures you sent him
It breaks my heart to see you like this
I want you so terribly but I don’t want to get hurt
You just skip from one boy to another at the blink of an eye and
I can’t just be an extra
Youre my best friend and I want what’s best for you
I’m not in love with your beauty like all of them I’m in love with you
Your personality and your smile and your spirit
I want to tell you this but I just ******* can’t
I’m a selfsh ***** but I can’t get over you
but I can’t help hate every single one of your boyfriends
Because they have the most precious tresure in the world
but all they do is treat you like ****
All I do is write bad poetry and overthink everything about you
Why didn’t I tell you so long ago….
Stupid secrets and stupid girls
I’m just happy being near her but not too close
I want nothing more than to kiss her under the stars and mend her insecurities
But what if she doesn't want it
What would that make me?
A hopeless lovebird stuck on an island of tragedy and woe
I want you but do you even care for me?
Why can’t humans just be honest instead of all these ****** up codes and secrets and love and lies and broken hearts over girls who never even know you love them*
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
*TRESURE OF PLEASURES
AND THERE NOT ABOUT GIFTS
IT CAN BE AN EVERLASTING THING
THAT MIGHT BE YOUR GIFT
IT COULD BE GOOD
OR
IT COULD BE BAD
IT COULD BE A ****** THING
OR
IT COULD BE A MYTH
COULD IT BE LIFE
OR
THINGS TO BE HAD
IS IT LOVE
OR
SOMETHING BAD
IT MAY BE A WONDERFUL THING
SOMETHING YOU NEVER HAD
SOMETHING SO SMALL
WITH NOTHING AT ALL
COULD IT BE HOPE
TO SOMETIMES TRY
SO HAVE SOME HOPE
AND
GET YOUR REPLY*
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
Time is a valuble thing;
and although it is merely a concept we came up with ourselves,
we still tresure it deeply.
"I don't have enough time"
Make your own time,
If you want so badly for something to happen,
you have to make it happen.
I've been sitting by for too long waiting for things
to fall right into the palm of my hands.
I wanted the world to give into me.
Then i realized; the world wasn't mine to dominate.
In itself, the world is it's own being,
For years its been captivating life far beyond our capibility.
And for people to think that our mother earth as just an object,
that we can take complete charge of,
is simply a misunderstood idea.
You see; you are exactly like the world,
You are your own being,
I wanted you to fall into me,
but then I realized that you can not take charge of other living things.
You have to let them live on their own.
If they so choose to do things for themselves; let them.
Live for yourself, not others.
Help out when you can.
Love often.
Let things grow.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
Once a year there is this day
that I receive a especially gift from someone full of love and caring. .
Its as if im opening a box full of surprises but within a tresure of gold hidden
"Memories"
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 6:03 AM UTC