I’m sorry that you’re angry,
That makes me very, very sad.
Things don’t always go as I want
And that has me hopping mad.
Its a gray, dreary day,
There’s been a foul mood.
Can I take back when I said “fuck you”?
Fighting with you has me down,
Too much of that is going around.
I don’t want to cry,
I don’t want to pout,
Being with you is not what that’s about.
With school and kids, we’re both stressed to the gills,
But soon enough you’ll be spinning through the hills.
Quiet, peaceful, basking in the sun,
No doubt about it,
Your summer will be fun.
For right now though,
You need to know,
I look up to you,
You help me grow.
I trust you with what I hold most dear,
My emotions, my kids and my fears.
Cheesy poems that rhyme,
Are the lamest of all kind.
But how else do I say
I’m sorry for the shitty day?
Another day has come and gone
So many lessons to have learned
And some of them I know I’ve missed,
And here another leaf has turned.
Though I may search for some guiding hand
To lead me out of this hindering pit,
I know I have to reach out and trust
to let ego go……. some how I have to fit.
Exhausted and crushed I may seem now
Defeated and beaten down to earth
Only I can pick me up again
to feel my own rebirth
And in the fleeting days of illusion
I must stand strong and brave to live
And though I may have failed before
I will triumph and learn to give.
To discard the mask of the lower self
And live the passions of mind in life
shun fear, mistrust and doubt
Of attachment, greed and strife.
With true virtues of heart and mind
Of patience, and the right to choose
Of humility, and detachment too,
Of contentment and not the want to lose
Though the path be strewn with sticks and thorns
And slippery at best sometimes
My Inner Guidance I must trust
Until I hear that voice, the music of horns
As I cry me a new beginning….
…. the Light of soul will shine my way
…..the Sound of soul will sing my path,
…..the Touch of soul will soothe my mind
I shall emerge and become light again
that part of self that I will strive to find.
A wonderful poem of truth. I don’t think it will hard for you to become light again. You are full of light and knowledge of self so few are aware of in this poem. Life is such a bitch sometimes and knocks us down. We get back up and push on forward with the lesson of hardship hopefully learned. I can’t wait to meet you. 🙂
Poetry written from the spirit and the heart through words and imagery. They are reflections of life from storms to motherhood, spirituality to everyday existence. You may be left with smiles, tears and/or laughter one poem to the next. Enjoy!
May 31, 2010 @ 13:44:13
I’m sorry that you’re angry,
That makes me very, very sad.
Things don’t always go as I want
And that has me hopping mad.
Its a gray, dreary day,
There’s been a foul mood.
Can I take back when I said “fuck you”?
Fighting with you has me down,
Too much of that is going around.
I don’t want to cry,
I don’t want to pout,
Being with you is not what that’s about.
With school and kids, we’re both stressed to the gills,
But soon enough you’ll be spinning through the hills.
Quiet, peaceful, basking in the sun,
No doubt about it,
Your summer will be fun.
For right now though,
You need to know,
I look up to you,
You help me grow.
I trust you with what I hold most dear,
My emotions, my kids and my fears.
Cheesy poems that rhyme,
Are the lamest of all kind.
But how else do I say
I’m sorry for the shitty day?
by Erika
Jul 19, 2010 @ 19:58:29
I loved this.. straight forward and truthful!
Jul 15, 2010 @ 07:59:40
By Mary Alice Clark
Unwinding Mind
As my life unfolds, it seems weak and weary
It brings sad news of the old and the dreary
My heart felt friends of long ago
are on their paths of new driven snow
I wait for some knock to arrive at my door
To help me continue to grow and seek more
My soul aches for newness and for sadness to leave
My mind needs love to help me to grieve
Why do I hurt so when all is at my door steps
Why is my pain so fierce like steel forceps
Life is good and I have all that is essential
Why is it then, I find nothing in that potential
Hoping for beyondness and wanting love clearly
Need to live life thoroughly, mildly and cheerily
Is there more now than was ever before?
Was there less then that was never a chore?
Help me dear angel, give me this chance
Give me the strength to do this last dance.
Mary Alice Clark
Jul 19, 2010 @ 02:31:47
Thank you!!!
Jul 19, 2010 @ 20:10:02
I cry me a new beginning
Another day has come and gone
So many lessons to have learned
And some of them I know I’ve missed,
And here another leaf has turned.
Though I may search for some guiding hand
To lead me out of this hindering pit,
I know I have to reach out and trust
to let ego go……. some how I have to fit.
Exhausted and crushed I may seem now
Defeated and beaten down to earth
Only I can pick me up again
to feel my own rebirth
And in the fleeting days of illusion
I must stand strong and brave to live
And though I may have failed before
I will triumph and learn to give.
To discard the mask of the lower self
And live the passions of mind in life
shun fear, mistrust and doubt
Of attachment, greed and strife.
With true virtues of heart and mind
Of patience, and the right to choose
Of humility, and detachment too,
Of contentment and not the want to lose
Though the path be strewn with sticks and thorns
And slippery at best sometimes
My Inner Guidance I must trust
Until I hear that voice, the music of horns
As I cry me a new beginning….
…. the Light of soul will shine my way
…..the Sound of soul will sing my path,
…..the Touch of soul will soothe my mind
I shall emerge and become light again
that part of self that I will strive to find.
Jul 20, 2010 @ 09:31:32
A wonderful poem of truth. I don’t think it will hard for you to become light again. You are full of light and knowledge of self so few are aware of in this poem. Life is such a bitch sometimes and knocks us down. We get back up and push on forward with the lesson of hardship hopefully learned. I can’t wait to meet you. 🙂
Jul 30, 2010 @ 08:50:27
Such beautiful words! You have come so far River….I’m loving your new writings.
Jul 30, 2010 @ 11:37:23
Why thank you my lit’ sis…… 🙂
Aug 01, 2010 @ 23:52:48
Abandoned
Loneliness
Ostracized
No one
Empty