Who Cries Herself To Sleep...
the young pregnant girl
waiting tables in the greasy diner,
whose boyfriend left her two weeks ago...
whose mother told her she was going to hell,
whose father drank himself to death.
whose used to skip rope
and go to Sunday School...
who freckle faced picking flowers,
who stuck her bare feet in the creek.
whose trailer has no heat,
whose cell phone has no minutes.
whose old Gremlin smokes but still runs,
whose heart is broken tho her lip is strong....
who wants to name her little boy Abraham,
who cries herself to sleep!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Had To Skip School
I had to skip school because I got sick
If I walk out the house I'll get hit by a brick
I had to skip school because I'm afraid
That on my way I'll get run over by a big parade
I had to skip school i had a funelreal to attend
I had to find school uniform that was the new trend
I had to skip school because I wokeup late
I broke my thumb learning how to skate
I had to skip school because I felt blue
My brother stuck my hands with supper glue
I had to skip scool because scool is boring
I wonder what excuses I'll have tomorrow morning
poem by Abegale Costilla
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I Am A Soldier's Girl
I am a girl who waits for days, weeks, months
and even years just for a single kiss.
I am a girl who cries
at his every goodbye.
I am a girl who rejoices
at his every return.
I am a girl who cuts my classes
just to be with him in few hours.
I am a girl who prays every night
for his safety and security.
I am a girl who cherishes
his every touch and caress.
I am a girl who treasures
his every tender kiss.
I am a girl who savors the smell
of his perfume and sweatshirt.
I am a girl who cries every night
because missing him hurts so bad.
I am a girl who walks alone on the street
because my man isn't here to hold my hand.
I am a girl who hates to hear lovesongs
because I couldn't help myself but cry.
I am a girl who stares at my phone
all day long waiting for his call.
I am a girl who dismisses my tasks
just to answer my phone when he calls.
I am a girl who has a big smile
when my phone beeps and I got his message.
I am a girl who stays at the rooftop every night
unwinding myself from sadness.
I am a girl who kisses the wind
wishing it could bring my kiss to him.
I am a girl who holds his photos
until I sleep and wake up the next morning.
I am a girl who defies distance
for the man I truly love.
I am a girl who patienlty waiting
for my soldier to come home.
I am a military girlfriend
who is deeply inlove with my soldier.
©2009 CONICONZ
poem by Connie Tallada
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Shalom
water cleanse my feet
as my father weeps
days turn to weeks
with a child left by a creek
answer may he one day seek
in the water my feet i dip
so water cleanse my feet
and in the mids of the beast
let my soul know that am not week
so if a tear runs down my cheek
as gold is splendid like an antique
may the bird song be silenced
so water please cleanse my feet
see me here, see me there
yes i try hear my cries
see me fall, see me rise
as you look in these eyes
the dead tell no lies
so shalom to shalom,
a nod to a nudge
the morning sky see the night sky
so good bye to say hi
poem by Robert Roberts
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Young Girl
Young girl Abused and broken
Young girl Alone and Frightened
Young girl Worthless and Ugly
Young girl feels so alone
She has no one to hold her
Young girl's father to drunk to even care
The young girl gets beaten everyday
The young girl wanting to runaway
Young girl will not leave her father alone
Like he has done to her
This young girl's teacher has a note
She reads the note aloud to the class
This young girl was beaten to death
No one had the guts to save her
This young girl bruised and dead
This young girl buried in the cold ground
This young girl has no one to visit her grave
No one asked her how she got her bruises
No one even took a second chance
Goodbye young girl fly away into the arms of God
For He loved you and always will
This young girl happy again
poem by Jasmine Kayleen
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Dark Skies
Never trust dark skies,
Mother says, sitting next
To you in her wheelchair
Aged and infirm, her mind
Shot through with senility;
And you remember her telling
You, that as a young girl, she
Would walk with her mother
And younger siblings, to take
Her father’s Sunday roast dinner,
Hidden in the compartment of
The pram beneath her two baby
Sisters, to the work place where
He waited, and her mother saying,
Make sure the others do not make
Off Etty, and your mother as she
Was then, with her big blue eyes
And long curly hair, having that look
About her, as if she could see her
Father’s death in 1936, and him no
Longer waiting, no longer waiting for
Them all patiently and hungrily there.
poem by Terry Collett
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Cell Phone Mania
Cell phones to the right,
Cell phones to the left,
Cell phones, cell phones,
everywhere I look.
Red alert, stop! Listen,
shut up and drive,
shut up and read,
Cell phones, why so many.
Everyone talking,
cell phones in cars,
cell phones in bars,
eating places, cell phones.
There you can't escape
from them, you say
to yourself, the restroom,
no one would dare
use cell phone in there,
oh no, I hear someone,
talking to me, I answer them,
oh, sorry sir, did not know you
were on cell phone.
Oh, so many,
shut up, and walk.
Do away with cell phones,
and it would be like,
the crash of '29'.
People need cell phones,
sometimes their nice,
to have, but so many,
cell phones, might
as well join them
if you can't lick 'em,
join them.
Cell phone, cell phone
now how do I use this
thing, oh cell phone, cell phone,
Hello, Hello, oh that's
you mert.
wrote 1-19-07
Skip Away
I was walking, talking today
And a little girl came skipping my way
Reciting some silly nonsense song
Wasn't long before she was gone
' skip a rope '
A good friend in the middle of the night
rang up involved in her plight
On her behalf could I say a few words
Why of course and now they are heard
' skip a rope '
Then when the Sun comes out to play
We all perk up and listen to her say
Then we all smile from deeply inside
And from within the Sunshine can't hide
' skip a rope '
And with sadness you have to go
Across the ocean so far it's so
But when you land you extend your hand
from there to here and back again
' skip a rope '
poem by Midnights Voice
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2 Weeks
14 Days left
336 hours
Until the end of this chapter
The chapter of hell in my life
2 weeks until I leave
8 hours a day
8 hours of hell in this school
Dealing with ignorance driven by people
Pushing back judgmental walls
After all 8 years in this prison
All I have is 2 weeks,14 days,336 hours left inside this hellhole
Now I can’t figure out what to do
Skip graduation, or stand on the stage and face the music?
That answer has left me then came back
In just 2 week I’ll be gone never to set foot inside again
In just 14 days I’ll leave and never turn back
In just 336 hours, my face will be erased from this place
2 weeks until I graduate from 8th grade
Why now, it must end sooner
In just 2 months I’ll be in high school
2 weeks…
14 days… 336 hours…
The memory of me will be gone
poem by Marcellus Watts
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From random pages
For once the eager lover
Affected to offer his best
And lo, there he is…
Crushed under shame!
The teenager ran
With the moving bus
To show her his 'worth'
There he is in a pool!
The young son blushed
When the father tried to know
The father smiled
The girl left the town!
I saw real fear in the eyes
Of a woman pregnant
While crossing the road
Her hands carefully clutched at her belly!
The young bride in smiles
Her eyes eager with expectation
Tears smudged her cheeks
For parents she would never see!
An infant cries and cries
Mother’s sterile pathetic breasts
There another mother, breasts oozing
No infant to warm her heart!
For one last time
I played the match
Of my life…
And simply lost it!
Several pages of life
Each intriguing and interesting
Not so easy to turn any page
The book burdens the elbow!
04oct2010
23.01hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Jack Cornstalk in his Teens
“If not in the Garden, he had in the ark,
To neither the beasts’ nor the passengers’ joy.
Full many a boyish and monkeyish lark,
The sandy-complexioned, the freckle-faced boy.
And down through the ages he rattles the drums,
While armies and nations each other destroy;
The century goes, and the century comes
But he lives on forever, the freckle-faced boy.
All over the world are the lands of his birth;
And when Time and Transgression this planet destroy
He will come to advise the last man on earth
The fatherly, chummy, the freckle-faced boy.”
poem by Henry Lawson
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Factory Girl
Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair
Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere
We get buses everywhere
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat
Waiting for a girl who wears scarves instead of hats
Her zipper's broken down the back
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights
Waiting for a girl we get drunk on Friday night
She's a sight for sore eyes
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and she's got stains all down her dress
Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet
She ain't come out yet
Waiting for a factory girl
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Beggars Banquet
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Alone Again
Nina simone, gilbert o'sullivan
I remember this afternoon
When my sister came into the room
She refused to say how my father was
But i knew he'd be dying soon.
And i was oh so glad, and it was oh so sad
That i realized that i despised this man i once called father.
In his hanging on, with fingers clutching
His body now just eighty-eight pounds
Blinded eyes still searching
For some distant dream that had faded away at the seams.
Dying alone, naturally.
I was his favourite child, i had him a little while
Just as long as i could play the piano and smile a little smile
Just when i needed him most, he was already a ghost
And for all my life there where promises and they always have been broken
Leaving me alone with all my troubles
Not ever once touching me and saying
"daugther, i'll help you get over."
Now he's fadig away and i'm glad to say,
He's dying at last. naturally.
It's a very sad thing to see that my mother with all her heart
Believes the words that the bible said "til death do us two part".
For her that was forever and ay, he decided her night and day
How could some english words so small affect someone so strangely?
Taking her away from us, her soul included
She might es well be gone with him, all the children are excluded.
Loneliness is hell, i know so well,
For i'm alone. naturally.
I waited three weeks for him to die
I waited three weeks for him to die
Every night he was calling on me
I wouldn't go to him.
I waited three weeks for him to die
Three weeks for him to die.
And after he died, after he died
Every night i went out, every night i had a flight.
It didn't matter who it was with
'cos i knew what it was about.
And if you could read between lines, my dad and i close as flies.
I loved him then and i loved him still, that's why my heart's so broken.
Leaving me to doubt god in his mercy
And if he really does exist then why does he desert me?
When he passed away i smoked and drank all day,
Alone. again. naturally.
song performed by by Nina Simone
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From My Window To The Road Below
a brown boy
beside his pregnant mother
hand gripping
a bus stops
it is going to the mountain
loaded with
boxes and bags
and a crowd of
people
the boy sees his father
carrying
a net bag of fish
he gets away from
mother and
runs across the road
where father
is waiting
an over speeding
motorcycle is
coming
screeching sound
and screams
and then
silence, i, close my eyes
and walk away
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Factory Girl
(original by the rolling stones; remixed by maxim)
Waiting for a girl whos got curlers in her hair
Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere
We get buses everywhere
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat
Waiting for a girl who wears scarves instead of hats
Her zippers broken down the back
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights
Waiting for a girl we get drunk on friday night
Shes a sight for sore eyes
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and shes got stains all down her dress
Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet
She aint come out yet
Waiting for a factory girl
song performed by by Prodigy
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Mother!
Mother! , She is a cursive art,
Let her sleep, its a sunday's part!
The dawn has set in a will,
The limpid heart is sleeping still!
Her work is wide than a tide,
Making her face fade a slight!
Mother! , She is a cursive art,
Let her sleep, its a sunday's part!
The Queen of Kingdom rests in peace,
The Queen of Home sets in work!
Her job is an endless ocean,
My smile for her is boosting mark!
Mother! , She is a cursive art,
Let her sleep, its a sunday's part!
Sunday is a great relief,
To recharge her mind and physic!
Its my part to pat her today,
Let her sleep, come on sunday! !
Mother! She is a cursive art,
Let her sleep, its a sunday's part!
poem by Jayanthi Sekar
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She
We had been going steady for over a year
and she assumed a wedding was near.
But I was too young and enjoyed my life,
and wasn’t ready just yet to take a wife.
Though two years younger at seventeen
she was the most sensitive girl I’d ever seen.
If we argued she would openly weep,
she worked me well, even in my sleep.
She filled my mind when I wasn’t with her,
she was my Cleopatra, my Mona Lisa.
I shared her insatiable appetite for sex
and never knew when it would happen next.
She spoke of children and wedding rings,
detached houses, and domestic things.
I didn’t actually say that I didn’t disagree,
which really was ambiguous of me.
My job required me to spend two weeks away,
so she went to her aunts for a holiday.
By phone we kept in touch whilst we were apart,
separation hurt, but it was good for the heart.
On our reunion she was sheepish and coy,
her conscience was going to end my joy.
She had met an old friend whilst she was away
and was sorry for three nights on her holiday.
She said she was lonely and missed my touch,
and would I forgive her, she loved me so much.
At that moment I realised how much I loved her,
but I was suffering the curse of a betrayer.
She apologised and said it wouldn’t happen again,
but my heart was broken and I felt sick with pain.
Why did she do it, we were only two weeks apart?
She wept and pleaded, we could make a new start.
It was impossible, she had betrayed my trust,
our relationship was over because of her lust.
'Go back to the one you had slept with, ' I said,
'you were both eager enough to share a bed.'
She found herself pregnant as a result of her fling
and persuaded the father to do the right thing.
I didn’t get to know him and he didn’t know me,
but for a while we worked for the same company.
A friend of us both told me the child was mine,
but did she say that to play with my mind?
When I did get the chance to speak with her,
she wouldn't say who was the father.
A few years later I heard her husband had died,
but I was married then and my hands were tied.
Even now I’m divorced, my curiosity’s still there,
did that child have auburn wavy hair?
poem by Orlando Belo
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Picking Up The Pieces
Take cover, young lovers,
fall apart at the seams
It's stainless steel, that's how I feel,
you're the girl of my dreams
Well I tried to call you on the phone,
your dad said that you weren't at home
But we are, picking up the pieces of our lovin'
over and over again
Picking up the pieces let's do it again
We're picking up the pieces,
picking up the pieces of our love
Well, I need your lovin'
to show me what I am
And I want your body
to make me feel like a man
You know that I'm down on my knees,
you know it's you that I want to please, please
Picking up the pieces of our lovin'
over and over again
Picking up the pieces let's do it again
We're picking up the pieces,
picking up the pieces of our love
song performed by by Quiet Riot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To Every Girl
To every girl that's said, 'Sex CAN wait'
To every girl that's said, 'You're handsome.'
To every girl that was never too busy to drive across town to see him.
To every girl that gives flowers and a card when he is sick.
To every girl who has given him flowers just because.
To every girl that said she would die for him.
To every girl that really would.
To every girl that took time to do what he wanted to do.
To every girl that he cried in front of.
To every girl that holds hands with him.
To every girl that kisses him with meaning.
To every girl that hugs him when he's sad.
To every girl that hugs him for no reason at all.
To every girl who would give their jacket up for him.
To every girl that calls to make sure he got home safe.
To every girl that would sit and wait for him for hours
just to see him for ten minutes.
To every girl that would give her seat up.
To every girl that just wants to cuddle.
To every girl that reassured that he was handsome
no matter what.
To every girl who told her secrets to him.
To every girl that tried to show how much she cared
through every word and every breath.
To every girl that thought maybe this could be the one.
To every girl that believed in his dreams.
To every girl that would have done anything
so he could achieve them.
To every girl that never laughed at him
when she told him her dreams.
To every girl that walked him to his car.
To every girl that gave her heart.
To every girl who prays that he is happy
even if she is not with him.
...This one bulletin is for you...
Not many girls appreciate nice guys anymore...
And because of this, there are not many left out there...
I guarantee 90% of the women on your page will not re post this because they care more about their image
If you are a nice girl re post this with 'We're a Dying Breed '
If you are a guy that thinks every girl should treat a guy this way
re post this with: 'To Every Girl...'
poem by Eliot Perez
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The Death of Rebellion (Narrative)
She was a sweet young girl
The apple of her father's eyes
Her long hair blessed with curls
She was adored by all the guys.
Her father tried to set rules
His attempts at discipline,
To guide her from home to school
And to watch where she had been.
But the young Miss felt quite fenced
And rebelled like all young people,
With repeated lies and offense
She made her father miserable.
Now the young woman had a boyfriend
A fellow classmate with whom she went,
The young man she'd always defend
When with rules her father was bent.
One day without his knowledge,
The young sweethearts went for a date.
The days searching left him on edge,
When they found her, it was rather too late.
Any father will melt at the horror
Of finding his daughter so dead,
Twenty stab wounds from her young lover
Whose drug-crazed mind was addicted.
Yes the father loved her so much
But his child was warped in rebellion.
He could only grieve and watch
As she swallowed her own destruction.
'A fool spurns his father's discipline, but whoever heeds correction
shows prudence.'
Proverbs 15: 5
.........................................
August 4,2009
Tarlac City
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Three Men Walking
Three men walking
Along the roadside
One after another
Wearing weird caps
In the dark
The town asleep
Some traffic
Street lights
And cold
Silhouettes
Trees
Roots whirling
Some visible others hiding
Some past events
The three men
Talking to themselves
And to each other too
Smell of hey
Some old friends
The three men
Still walking
One after another
A young boy
Runs past
All covered up
Without socks
A cat with long tail
And a dog
Waiting for something to eat
Common cause
The boy
Collects rotten fruit
In a bag
Whose cause?
The three men walking
A young girl
Beaten
Cries
Selling flowers
A man with a gun
A watchman
Destroys her flowers
Water
Red colored
And black too
Going down a small stream
Blood is red
And water black
The three men
Further, into the darkness of the streets
Their caps
Water enters the shoes
Cold water
And black water
And then into the restaurant
The three men
With weird caps
Some people in the restaurant
Long faced small faced
Tired and worried
The three men
Looking from above a cabin
Some boys
And burgers
Water and tea
A common cause
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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