"worrie" poems
Nervousness is the feeling in you're chest,
The light tap tap of the heart,
With a tingling feeling,
Like a butterfly wants to rip out of you're chest,
But stays trapted in a cage,
with a one track mind,
That won't leave you for days,
As you loose sleep and wait,
As worrie and you're face changes,
Pale,
Butterfly, Butterfly,
Please go away...
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
I shalt bedight her in Accretion formation, to thy earth she's a patron; bringing a missive from planetary space station's. The string's of Constellation's holdeth up her finger's, as she tint's the empyrean with yellow petal's. Her cosmic ray's woo and spray mine heart with Extragalactic feeling. Her wing's stretch high to ceiling's; whilst her plumage safeguard's mine worrie's. She's the entity of the heavenly father's beginning stories; O' sweet glory, O' marvelous glory, how thou hath given me a wonder dear God, thou hast given me the land with golden street's, inside the palm of mine tired hand's. O', how blessed I am. O', how blessed I am. For thou hath sent me Asiatic Jane, messenger to man.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
My mother death seem long but short, a illness without any life support.
Just after she told me not to worrie about her, everything around me was just a blur.
I guess she’s better off now than before, wow I love you mama this pain I can't ignore.
I used to cry hoping that she would someday make it through, I guess this kind of thing all children do.
I cry deep inside because I want to see her again, need to let go but only when.
I have to remember that sometimes life is not always the way we plan, it's just a matter of time said the preacher man.
My mother was my strength she knew all my inner feeling it seems, even the ones I tried to hide that only God can redeem.
She always cried for love and never for pain, the kind of love that was never in vain.
She laugh as we run and play it seem not long ago, but good things never last just the wisdom mama bestow.
Help me rest mama because I can't sleep, without you mama I just sit and weep.
You're the smile on my face, and the twinkle in my eye, it stifles me when I start to cry.
You're warm tenderness is the fullness in my life, you keep me at peace and not in strife.
I love you mama I can't believe you're gone, it's the memories of you that keeps me going on.
Someday we'll meet mama and son, with lots of laughter that would be fun.
Apr 30, 2012
Apr 30, 2012 at 3:40 AM UTC
Roses are red violets are like blue
I have a sick twisted mind how bout you?
What made me this way ? Made part of no whole
The truth is i dont even know
They worrie about me I tell them im fine
I just have I sick twisted mind
No one can fix me
I live in my world which is not very pleasant
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 12:00 AM UTC
I do it because I want attention
I say it because I want attention
I say I have things because all I want is attention
Thats what they all say
I don't have any problems
I am perfectly fine
Don't worrie about me
Because you said I just want attention
I hide
I keep it in the darkest corner
I don't want attention
I want help
You won't help me
Hello!?
Are you still there
Or did you leave me here alone
All I wanted was attention
You wouldn't help me
You wouldn't save me
And why?
Because you
Not because of me
Because you told everyone
I just wanted attention
And guess what?
I guess attention
I the one thing that I don't want
The one thing I will never get
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 4:57 PM UTC
Why don't you sleep in your bed once in a while? Get out do something else besides frying your brain. Please could you just stop all the ************ and ******* It makes me really uncomfortable. You don't want an uncomfortable couch do you? Maybe watch something new on tv? I'm pretty sick of friends. Hey man, are you okay? I worrie about you.
May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 1:56 PM UTC