Poems, Poetry

I wonder why

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I wonder why you said goodbye,
you broke my heart, you made me cry.
I loved you dearly, I loved you so,
I wonder why you let me go.
I wonder if it was always true,
when you said you loved me too.
You kissed me by the setting sun,
I wondered if you were the one.
I wonder how you could always take,
all these promises I always break.
I don’t know why we have to part,
I wonder how I broke your heart.

This post was submitted by Gidget.

Lucky/Unlucky

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I stare up at the sky so blue,
because there is nothing else to do.
I think about the kids who’s parents are dying,
while I sit there, I start crying.
They have no food or water,
but there is constant slaughter.
These kid’s live in strife,
just think that you are lucky for you have a life.

This post was submitted by Gidget.

The Garden Of Friendship

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A friend is like a butterfly,
who may come and go,
from flower to flower and tree to tree,
and then they finally go.

To find a friend like you,
though is very, very rare,
the friend who is the flower,
the friend who’s always there.

This post was submitted by Gidget.

For The Best

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When I first saw you I saw love,
to me you were a gift from up above.
I couldn’t believe it when my dream came true,
the day you asked me to be with you.
We had our good times and out bad,
I hated the bad time, they made me sad.
I have to admit I had so much fun,
but I can’t forgive you for what you have done.
Some days I wonder if we could still be as one,
and forget the unfaithful habit you suddenly begun.
You should never of had her in your arms,
or fooled around under the bright starts.
But you did and now we are through,
I know it’s for the best, I really do.

This post was submitted by Gidget.

Sick of It

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I’m sick of always caring,
And I’m sick of being there.
I’m sick of being your comfort,
When no one else seems to care.

I’m sick of the way you treat me,
And how you treat everyone else.
I’m sick of the way you diss me,
When I turn up at your house.

I’m sick of always giving,
And getting nothing in return.
And I’m sick of forgetting,
What I’ll probably never learn.

I’m sick of you and your crap,
And I’m sick of all your flirting.
I’m sick of all your girly friends,
I’m sick of all this hurting.

This post was submitted by Gidget.

Lost Child

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I don’t know how hard it is
to raise a child like me.
I’ve been a bad child,
I’ve caused you tears,
and still, you are here with me.

I remember the time when I ran away,
mom kept looking for me.
She spent her night waiting for my call,
but I ignored it, so insensitive,
I just wanted to be free.

Dad talked to me, hugged me tight,
and said “I love you my dear child, do you feel it?”
and here I am knowing it’s true,
I had the guts to hurt him.

I’m a selfish child who wants to be free,
but couldn’t sleep if mom’s not beside me.
I’m a selfish child who wants to grow fast,
but couldn’t face the angry world
without a grip of dad’s hand.

Despite everything and anything that I would do
How far can I go if I don’t have you.
Mom and dad, now that I’ve grown old
I don’t have the guts to say what I’ve done wrong.
So full of shame and regret,
sorry might not be enough…
sorry might be too late.

Years have passed, there’s this one day,
I came back, a surrender of conscience.
I saw them both sitting in racking chairs,
watching the clouds and garden full of flowers.
I hugged them tight, even when they can’t recall my name.
Mom asked me why I cried, she can’t remember who she used to wait for at night.
Dad held my hand, told me to calm down…
and asked me who I am and if the nurse was around.

These are the words of once a stubborn child,
love your parents while you still can.
While they still remember who you are,
while they feel they love you more and more each day.

Regret comes last,
when it is too late to make up for wrong things done.
So love your parents while they still hope you can…

This post was submitted by Kathrine Yee Baraquia.

A child’s sorrow

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Mothers are a magnificent thing.
So close to perfect,
they seem more than human beings.
No wonder it hurts so much when we lose them,
Its like loosing a part of self.
You start to feel like you’re the only book on the shelf with a chapter of grief.

You feel all alone,
So empty inside
You start to loose her more and more
Now no one blames you when you cry at night.

You want her back,
So she can wipe the tears,
That’s going to come for many years.

But it’s okay.
Everything will be fine.
Your mom is still looking down on you
Praying for you all the time.
No harm will come to her.
She’s in a peaceful place.
Live and Love life.
It’s too short not to enjoy it.

-Darlene L. Sanfor

This post was submitted by Darlene Sanford.

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