My Poetry

[Guest DownSouthDaddy]

I tend to write when I'm feeling emotional. And majority of my poems are very sad and heartbreaking. This one, I was actually feeling a sense of warmth inside.

 

 

Nature never tells

I waited in the forest for your whisper. 
Waited right here, like you said.
I did not hear you speaking.
And the wilderness spoke up instead.
I heard the birds chirp their love songs.
And the crickets like violins.
The rustling of the leaves, drew crazy pictures.
All this drew images of you, that I couldn't get out of my head.
In the clouds up above me.
And the ants walking in lines.
Carved out such a beautiful profile.
It brought a flash of your eyes in my mind.
I waited in the forest for your secret.
You said that it would come true.
All this nature, it has shown me.
What you wanted me to hear, see and feel.
That the secret that I would find.
That it's seems to have been a lifetime.
That I should have been waiting for for you instead.

[Guest DownSouthDaddy]

And if anyone is interested in poetry. I do have my own page. https://allpoetry.com/C_M_Brown

[Guest DownSouthDaddy]

Sinfully Alone

Fade away into darkness.
Far away into deep.
Remember all the bad.
And take it all in.
Forget what little, if any good was done.
Fade away into darkness.
Even deeper down still.
No traces from my footprint.
A void left unfulfilled.
You try to remember.
This person that was here.
But its just a wasted thought.
And no reason to think.
To think of that someone.
Who you let down again.
It repeats almost nightly.
Over again.
You could have done better.
And just paid for your sin.

[Guest BatsyTheEyeballQueen]

This is like really good, and poetry is a good coping mechanism, i tend to do the same. alot of them tend to get lost in my room tho

[Guest DownSouthDaddy]

I tend to write when I'm depressed, lost, sad or upset. And that emotion comes out in my poetry. Its a way for me to let it seep out of my soul. And thank you for the kind words.

[Guest DownSouthDaddy]

Dear Alice

This echo in front of me has no reflection.

I stare and stare, but find no detection.

Of a person or a place.

To which I can hide.

My emotions are shown but the reflection it hides.

I cant see an image in this mirror you see.

I wonder if I will ever be free.

Of this torment and hatred, I have for myself.

No one to blame there is no one else.

I stare in the mirror.

No parallel to see.

Nothing but sadness is haunting me.

What do I do, as I stretch out to touch?

This empty mirror that I love so much.

I grab and I claw, but nothing I feel.

I cannot believe that this horror is real.

Please wake me, please shake me.

I cannot wake up.

Reach out a hand, and pull me up.

Through this mirror of horrors that keeps me from you.

Why oh why did I ever walk through?