Depression
Some people try
to force a
smile from me,
but it's futile.
Sometimes they figure
out somethings wrong,
sometimes not.
Some actually get
angry because I
don't just
"Snap out of it."
So I pretend
everything's OK.
But I'm secretly
crumbling deep inside.
Th...
Tuesday 11th December 2012 5:56 pm
The Creepy Old House
In a creepy old house I found a creepy old doll.
I bent to pick it up and boy did I have a fall. I stood up had a lump
on my head, but otherwise aright looked out the window, day had
turned to night. I looked and looked but did not find the doll.
I turned to leave and there it was hanging by its neck
against the wall. Its creepy smile seemed to say,
"Come and play with me my friend. We can p...
Wednesday 17th October 2012 4:47 pm
The Old Broken Doll
In an old house
I found an
old doll.
It looked worn
and scuffed and
like it had
taken a fall.
Her arms were
torn and all
out of kilter.
She was lying
in some kind
of dirty old filter.
Her face was
chipped, broken
and her smile missing.
...
Saturday 13th October 2012 5:08 pm
A Small Bud
A small bud, withered
But just a few drops of rain
Beautiful flower.
I was inspired to write
this haiku after reading
Nigel Astell's poem/comment
on my poem "Despair".
Monday 24th September 2012 8:01 pm
Despair
In her despair
she cowers and
covers her face.
No longer can she
battle the demons
that invade her
mind and space.
The drugs she takes
to self medicate.
The many men she
sleeps with, the
loathing and self hate.
Will she take her
life by her own
hand? Or will she
...Wednesday 19th September 2012 4:49 pm
Isabella Rose
Sweet Isabella
In a just a few months of life
Your heart has touched ours.
Wednesday 29th August 2012 1:45 pm
It Is Time
This poem was written by my sister Sandra K. Smith, and is used with her permission.
Loving Memory Of Clovis W. Henderson 12/27/1931 to 12/09/2009
IT IS TIME
IT IS TIME December 9th, 2009.
IT IS TIME for our family to gather one by one.
IT IS TIME the Doctors, Nurses, Specialist, and Staff at the Hospital tell us.
IT IS TIME to let him go.
IT IS TIME they kept sa...
Monday 30th July 2012 3:11 am
Glasses
When I was in 9th grade
I sat at the front
of the class.
Most kids thought I did
this to show how smart
I was. Others because
I was better than them.
And a few because I
wanted to be
the teachers pet.
The truth is because I
couldn't see the chalk board.
I lied to my parents
an...
Sunday 15th July 2012 7:34 pm
My Unborn Child
You left my body
before you were born.
My freezing body
floated toward the light,
only to be returned
to life by grace
and a prayer.
I was glad to
be alive but bewailed
my unborn child.
My child, did you
leave me because
of my sins?
To leave my sordid
life ...
Monday 2nd July 2012 10:01 pm
Another poem of mine was used
I have found another one of my poems "A Mime Rhyme" on at least 3 websites that does not give me credit.
I am so frustrated. Can't people make up thier own rhymes without using mine? I am a litte flattered that this particular poem is so popular. But come on it's cute but not that great.
This makes me want to stop putting my poems on the web. I got so frustrated that I posted this poem ...
Sunday 27th May 2012 1:28 am
A Mime Rhyme
Can a mime make a rhyme?
Sure a mime can make a rhyme
But who would hear it?
Sunday 27th May 2012 12:36 am
The Darkness
The darkness is
creeping upon us,
eating away our souls.
It brings about
racism, hatred, murder.
It blinds us to what
we are becoming.
In the far
distance there
is a light,
a glimmer of hope.
Is it
too far away?
Is it
too late?
Saturday 19th May 2012 6:25 pm
A Nicked Poem
Nicked was my poem*
I nicked that sucker right back
What a silly mess
The first line was suggested by Isobel.
After all my ranting about my stolen poem
I told myself I'd better give due credit.
Saturday 12th May 2012 7:45 pm
Someone has stolen my poem
This time I'm not posting a poem. I'm asking for opinions.
I found one of my poems on a website but was not given credit for this poem.
Should I contact the sites administrator?
Wednesday 2nd May 2012 6:07 pm
Kids With Drugs-2
Kids with drugs,
it's like their
being ripped apart
by blades of a knife.
They slowly die
from their wounds.
Their souls drain
like blood from
torn vessels.
Their lives end.
Maybe not today
maybe not tomorrow,
but they eventually do.
Do we even try
to make it stop?
Just ...
Saturday 28th April 2012 6:07 pm
The Sea
The Sea presses
the shoreline.
I listen to
the languid waves
sweep onto the shore.
The water flows softly.
This is a sound that I love.
The birds glide
like a dream on the water.
With full bellies they
fly off to their
homes and babies.
The bright...
Friday 27th April 2012 5:38 pm
Kids With Drugs
Kids with drugs
being ripped apart
by blades of a knife.
Their lives end.
Do we even try
to make it stop?
Just getting by
each day,
have we lost sight?
Wednesday 4th April 2012 5:06 pm
The City
I am on a crowded
city sidewalk,
the crowd sgueezes,
shoves and pushes.
Like blood through
a too small artery.
Claustrophobia threatens
to swallow me.
A small opening appears,
I rush to it. But it quickly
fills in and once again,
the crowd squeezes, shoves
and pushes.
I reach my desti...
Wednesday 21st March 2012 3:40 pm
Altars to the Gods (With better illustration)
I once saw
an altar built
to honor a God.
Which God I
do not know.
The day was overcast
and threatened rain.
The years and the
elements had wrecked
havoc on this altar.
A mouse scurried across
this crumbling stone.
A bird of
prey swooped down
and carried aw...
Tuesday 13th March 2012 3:59 pm
Altars to the Gods
I once saw
an altar built
to honor a God.
Which God I
do not know.
The day was overcast
and threatened rain.
The years and the
elements had wrecked
havoc on this altar.
A mouse scurried across
this crumbling stone.
A bird of
prey swooped down
and carried away
...
Wednesday 7th March 2012 10:41 pm
There's More to Me
There's more to me
than what
they see.
Some see the
real me.
Some only
the facade.
Some think
I'm nice,
some think I'm odd.
Some think
I'm a dork.
My emotions
stuffed in a
bottle and
sealed with a cork.
There's more to me
than ...
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 4:38 pm
In Times of Trouble
In times of trouble,
they need me.
In times of peace,
they can't stand me.
In times of trouble,
they say, "I love
you Mom."
In times of peace,
they would rather die
than admit this.
In times of trouble,
they come to me
for advice.
In times of peace
th...
Tuesday 7th February 2012 7:44 pm
Ragged Man
Ragged
man on the street, I
turn my eyes so I will not meet.
Disgusted?
No, but see my possible life.
Fear in my heart, is all hope
busted?
Tuesday 24th January 2012 11:12 pm
Starved to Death, for Jovonie
If only I had known
what was happening,
If only I had known
where you lived.
If only I had known,
I would have gone
into your home.
I would have
taken you out.
If only I had known,
I would have taken
you into my home.
I would have fed you.
If ...
Tuesday 10th January 2012 7:58 pm
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