Poetry Pages

congratulations richard. well written. deserved.

no one can pinpoint exactly how each human being feels when a part of them, or a lover has been ripped from them. supposedly many people say "life will go on"...but how can it?... Once upon a dream I dreamt of days with you Laughing under a golden sun Cuddling under evening stars Images fade of us t...

The Melancholy Death of the Boy Named Ben Gay We have a theme song is that what you said? Like the way you put your apology on cold stuffed into the refrigerator that is your throat, because the voice you screamed it in could’ve sunk my silly paperless boat And that red wagon that was your demise I...

not everything can be rainbows and sunshines in youth, and maybe class clowns when off their high, or deep down there's a manic side that you expressed... you never know a person, you never really understand, and even clowns have funerals... No one ever looks inside to see (when the volkswagon is fi...

I loved the rhyme sequence you have that manages to bring creepy crawlies up my arms...

Sleeping bedridden lair
It feels a tiresome creep
And dies the heart it shares

implicatiobs, vindications...those lines were very powerful to me. Great write.

terrible how people are living nowadays...stuck in a time where the flow of it has stopped, your life is a movie... “My life has been grief, too see all die shuts my eyes and makes me go blind” ...that's the best line in there, it communicated so much of the pain that we dont see in them beforehand,...

...powerful...I don't know how to say it, I feel like my words are stuck in my throat staring at the rhyme and sensibility in this poem. This was a great tribute

and with a son like you I bet she already knows she's appreciated...brings sentiments to my eyes at the wonders a mother can work...makes me miss my mom....

thanks heinz for bringing this back up from hibernation. You're the coolest dad.

wow...okay heinz thanks for the bump...now I gotta rub alcohol in my eyes from the assault of my horrid pre-pubescent poetry...lol. Thank you friend_forever for the compliment...

thank you debab for the gracious comment I truly do not know where to begin in terms of love, or anything else, both can be taken to such high extremities, it is hard to know when to stop...thank you.

thank you moonflower for the comment

thank you debbie, for your reply, I do appreciate you reading this...

I miss the times, Where she would want to do nothing But pin up pictures on the wall Don’t contradict me, because I can remember it all I remember sweet hope and clarity Of selfish and personal goals before the fall I regret the times, Where words could not bridge tongue, pass over lips, And into mo...

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