Though your heart is broken into tiny little shards
pick them up and go
like a thousand armed guards
without them
...
As he pondered on pollution
I could see his fear
looking for solution
expressed with a tear
...
King Tuts Tomb
in the valley of kings
his deaths womb
among his things
...
As time goes by like it does
I want to cry for what once was
I look back at the places my folks have been
I see their faces in the wind
...
The snow keeps coming down
ever now and then
the plows come around
and scoops it again
...
One morning I seen a flower facing east
looking at the sun
it followed the sun to say the least
looking west when the day was done
...
The stone was weathered
I couldnt read the name
still people gathered
just the same
...
As I stand on this gallow, a wreck
trembling with a rope around my neck
looking at people looking at me upon this wooden deck
knowing they will pull the pin and send me to my death
...
As we graze upon reality
is there something we dont see
while I sit and take a glance
I wonder if its all by chance
...
In our wagon
cutting through the trail
not much food to be braggin
nor water in our pail
...
I remember when I had only one
over the years
as bedtime nears
those days are gone
...
I collect depression glass
the cobalt blue kind
it has a lot of class
I buy all I can find
...
If I were you
and you were me
your eyes I would look through
and mine I would see
...
I cry and cry for my little bird
iI am speechless without word
I try to hide my feelings so sad
though it hurts me all so bad
...
I walked with him before
I knocked
he opened the door
though secrets he did not reveal
...
At the end of day
with my bride to be
watching birds at play
walking by the sea
...
I, m suffering from cabin fever
once a myth
now I, m a beleiver
I, m sitting here bored as can be
...
Look at the grove
just land and trees
things nature wove
stirring, birds and bee's
...
When the sun goes down
another day gone
my little town
the lights come on
...
I remember back in the day of bliss
all we did was lay and kiss
we had no food on table nor shelf
we just survived on love its self
...
Broken Heart?
Though your heart is broken into tiny little shards
pick them up and go
like a thousand armed guards
without them
your blood wont flow
put them back together
hold your head up high
no matter the weather
coming from the sky
you are too good
with much to give
stand as you stood
again you will live
cry over another not
shards back together
a heart you have got
Good poem keep up the writing