Collection of Poems I’ve written, when inspired.

Feb 13,2010

I wish I could taste your kisses
I wish I could feel your skin
I wish I could stare into your eyes
and see the beauty within.

Your smell triggers my sensories
Your hugs, forever in my memories
I find joy joy showering you with amenities.

Your smile is the reason
for when I go the extra mile
Your love is something I’ll cherish & never let go of.

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November 7, 2010

“You’re such a mystery to me, you feel my soul with so much glee.
You’re eyes, like the sea, I get lost in them like a letter without an addressee.
If you charged a fee for every time I thought of thee, I’d be broke & would need a freebie.
Shake off all that debris from your past & get ready because you and I have the potential to have a blast!”

This poem I wrote
for “Single awareness day”
since I have no one special
to give my love away and to surprise with a flowery bouquet.
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Feb 23, 2010

I wish you were here

I wish you were here
I’d make you laugh
I’d make you smile
I’d have you comin’ back to me after just a little while

The way you look at me
The way you smell
with one small kiss
It’s like I’ve been cast into a spell

I wish you were here
I wish you were mine
That way I can stop writing these silly little rhymes.

I can’t lasso the moon,
or buy-out cancun
I can’t dunk a basketball,
or lift a stonewall

However, I’ll give you my heart
and I’ll give you my mind
and with these two combined
it will created yet undefined.

Some call it love
but you, I think the world of
You, I’ve been deprived of
You, I think of
You I’m proud of
and above all
You I’ll never let go of

Now help me find you
so these long overdue thoughts
and dreams come true.

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April 16, 2010

I get excited when you look at me because I’m not much of a spectable,
I get excited when you talk to me because I often go undetectable
I get excited when you want to chill, because I’m less popular than a collectible.
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May 1, 2010
I love being ignored, I love being forgotten;
I wish I felt adored, but instead I feel rotten.
It often feel like a sword, right to my heart;
It makes me wish, I didn’t have that body part.
I’m tired of feeling insignificant, not worth even a cent;
I’m writing this little rhyme, merely to vent.

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September 25th, 2010

Boomerang on back here, have no fear… stick it into high gear, and let’s make up for all those lost years.
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October 6, 2010

“I’m broke and faded, cascaded with sorrow;
Outspoken and jaded, but there’s always tomorrow;
Forgotten and evaded, I miss feeling serenaded;
I’ve been bladed and raided, nearly impossible to recover when gone unaided.”

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Nov 7, 2010

I’m a street
I’m a Leper
I’m a napkin
I’m a ghost
I’m a boxer, who repeatedly takes it on the chin
Thank God for my thick skin
…I’m surprised I haven’t put up a wall, like Berlin.
I’m not afraid to say how I feel
you can hate on me as much as you want
But, it’s a waste, cuz I’m tough as steel.
It’s not about me, it rarely ever is – that’s how I know I wasn’t made for show biz.

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2 Responses to Collection of Poems I’ve written, when inspired.

  1. little C says:

    These poems are beautiful and very touching. You are neither insignficant, irrelevant nor invisible. In fact, you are one of the best guys I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Anyone who cannot see that is clearly blind and deluded. Just thought someone should tell you that today and every day!!

  2. Shaun says:

    One thing Ive always admired is you are real. Goodnight

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