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Matt Shepp Nov 2020
Some roses are red,
Some tulips are magenta,
We hardly can believe
Four years ago we met ya.

Most grass is green,
Diamonds and ice are rocks,
We hope you enjoy your books,
new clothes and socks.

Nighttime sky is black,
The ocean (I guess) is teal,
How lucky we are
To have you is so unreal.

The sun appears yellow,
Boogers are chartreuse,
If you were a ******,
We'd always pick you!
Had this idea to write a poem for my daughter who is turning four years old, incorporating some Dad humor.
Matt Shepp Jul 2019
I saw your picture
And it still hurts.

I wanna let you go
But I haven't yet.
You were my best friend.
How can I forget?

Your family was good to me
And we said we would always be.
I wish I could cry
As easy as you said goodbye.

Caught between
A rock and a hard place
Every **** time
I see your face.

I miss what used to be,
And I wish I would set me free.

I saw her picture
And that made me miss her.

An anchor drags me
By my neck
While I'm still
Gasping for breath.

The chain's held by a string
But I won't reach for anything.

I saw her picture
And that made me miss her.
She and I dated for a few months, but I've never loved anyone else like I loved her. It's been almost half a year since we split up. I don't want her back, and I just want to move on.
Matt Shepp Dec 2018
You showed me your drawings,
And to me they said
a thousand words.

I, on the other hand,
showed you my songs,
And they painted a picture for you.

It's funny how we show each other what we mean.
Even if we use different mediums,
Our message is the same:

I love you.
I always will.
I always have.
I've fallen in love with my best friend, and we're enjoying it. I love learning about her so much and connecting with her.
Matt Shepp Oct 2018
Webster’s dictionary defines 'jaded'
as “made dull, apathetic,
or cynical by experience
or by having or seeing
too much of something.”

Let me tell you about my divorce.
Left me destitute with no remorse.
Thought it was a match made in heaven
But how could it be when it was forced?
Three months living in a blissful hell
There was no way we could tell.
My wife left me, abandoned me
In our apartment by myself.
She said she didn’t love me anymore
As she walked out the door
She filed for our divorce
Using $200 I had saved up, of course.
It seemed like she unraveled my universe
And as if things couldn’t get any worse
She was pregnant with my daughter
And tried to keep me away from her.
It seemed like every day I was cryin’.
I didn’t even care if I was dyin’.
Pain was so bad it’s like my heart
was ripped out of my chest by a lion.
Yah, and it’s like...

I just got tired of carin’
And I just kept starin’
At my hands and my feet
‘Cause I got nothing in between
I am jaded
I am jaded
I wrote this several months ago. Originally, it was a rap, with a lot more to it. I wrote this to help myself and others get over the pain of divorce. Since then, I have healed, but perhaps it may help someone else.
Matt Shepp Oct 2018
I found the Fountain of Youth.
I’ll tell you where it is:
It’s been inside you all along.
Now enjoy your life, and live.
I'm fascinated by historical and realistic fiction, myths, legends, motivation and philosophy.
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