Poetry is the urges and emotions,
It's the feelings we feel with such devotion.
It's a way to express our desire,
To let someone know their the one we admire.
It's the sunset, It's the sunrise,
It's wiping away a tear of somone who cries.
Poetry is a way to capture our feelings in words and on paper,
It's the raindrops that turn to vapor.
It's the birds that sing,
It's the church bells that ring.
It's the pain of a loved one that has passed away,
It's the sound of children at play.
Poetry is the birth of a daughter or a son,
It's the laughter you hear of someone having fun.
It's the dreams we dream at night,
Poetry is our imagination taking flight.
God's hand is only a step away,
We'll be in his land some sunny day.
A songwriter is only a song away,
We'll all sing some sunny day.
A cry is only a tear away,
We'll all cry some sunny day.
A laughter is only a smile away,
We'll all laugh some sunny day.
Some sunny day,
We'll have to say,
Thank you Jesus, for showing us the way.
I poor hot coffee into your cup,
Crawl into your bed to wake you up.
I kiss you on your cheek, down your chest, onto your tummy,
I softly whisper, are you awake honey.
A smile appears across your face,
Your hands touch my teddy, made of satin and lace.
You bring me into your arms with such desire,
Between us I could feel the fire.
You tell me I'm such a sensuous sight,
We make love in the early morning light.
You introduced me to your body in a passionate way,
A perfect way to start the day.
He is my brother, one of the best,
Now his soul lies to rest.
I think back when we were small,
Weeping and laughing I think of it all.
I wipe away a tear,
As I think of my brother, I hold so dear.
I recall when I gave him that cute nickname,
I realize things will never be the same.
My heart is like the beach, getting washed away with a wave,
As I kneel and place the flowers upon his grave.
He is my brother, one of the best,
Now his soul lies to rest.
Dedicated To
Jerry D. Martin
{ Dino }
Running scared, looking over your shoulder,
The days are lonely, and the nights get colder.
Trying to forget what was said,
Running from the one that wants to see you dead.
The sun starts to set low,
With no place to go.
The day is done,
Your running out of places to run.
On the road,
With no place to go.
It starts to rain,
You feel the pain.
The pain of loneliness,
All the sadness.
Running scared, looking over your shoulder,
The days are lonely, and the nights get colder.
She placed her head on her pillow, trying to sleep,
Holding back the tears, trying not to weep.
You enter her dreams,
She wakes up and screams.
Memories she tries to leave behind,
The memories come back time after time,
They still burn in her mind,
The memories she wants to leave far behind.
Memories of your face still in sight,
The memories torture her at night.
She wakes up and screams,
When you enter her dreams.
The memories cloud her mind,
She tries to leave them far behind.
Your face is still in sight,
The pain she remembers from that night.
An artist paints a picture, A songwriter writes a song,
While I sit here writing poetry, on a day that seems so long.
An artist paints the rolling clouds and the beautiful green trees,
While I sit here writing about making love and the ole honey bees.
A songwriter writes a song, A singer sings on key,
While I write about the way things could be.
An artist paints the sky a beautiful blue,
While I sit here writing poetry and drinking my mountain dew.
