Change

The leaves has changed their colors,
Made me analyze what I've become
And for the first time, see who I really was,
The need for me to turn my life around.
Hoping, mending, and moving on,
Don't let the past hold me down
Or continue to make me walk this wrong path.
It's time to enrich my life
And the life of those around me.
It's time to be the good person
I know I can become.
All it takes is a little change.

nice.  i like that one a lot.
change is a good subject for poetry..haha

Change has always been one of the themes I like to use in anything I write.  It's best used in poetry I think.  It's something people can easily relate to in some way.

Andrea's poem, 'Change', inspired me to post this poem I wrote a few years ago.

I too, like the concept of change, and also the way that time can actually heal.

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Reflections of the love that used to be,  
images, crazy images yes, you and me.
Laughing to yourself, them good old days so great,
aching and breaking and twisting – too late.

Time for no other, jeez, opportunities and wonders missed,
no place, no love, fears, tears – get pissed.
Fly free like that bird, without no care, got no worm,
you wake early, routine burly, sit and think... you squirm.

Move on, move on, time heal, heal in time,
bet you money, make you rich... make him mine.
Boo! Wake up fool! This morning beautiful gift from God.
Count yourself, respect yourself, forget yourself... this hold.

Repeat after me, come on, you’ll see,
repeat, repeat, let no defeat, defeat me.
Here you are, for you are here,
Confused? Wake up! Now where's that fear?

"Don't Worry About Me"

At this point in time, I can't forget
That you're no longer with us.
Everywhere I turn, I see your face
In the midst of a crowd like a reflection.

Our youth, full of fun and laughter,
Are the times I will keep in my heart,
Along with the friendship we shared
I can't help but to think I took likely.

As I look back on the moment
I was told you left this world,
My heart broke into a million pieces
And left me to put it back together.

It won't be easy to move on
And return to what's left
Of a world that is so empty
Without you living in it.

I shed so many tears, I could fill an ocean,
But with those tears, the overwhelming pain
Leaves my body to make room for
Memories of the times we shared.

Slowly, I am getting better.
I know I will be okay knowing
That wherever your soul now resides,
You are in a paradise place.

I never told you how much
I treasured you as a friend.
So, I'm telling you now
Because you must be listening.

So, please, don't worry about me.
Enjoy your new plane of existence,
The peace, love, and joy all around you
And perhaps one day, I'll see you again.

-For Andrea, a close friend who I will never forget.  I will cherish the memories and our friendship forever.

Rob your last poem is especially moving.  Very hard to read.  I'm having a tough time with this.  I've just been reading Andrea's poetry again.  

Andy I also liked yours very much.

I'm just beside myself is all.  I mean, not even that long ago she'd sent me a message saying how she was doing.

This one is not very good.  It didn't even warrant me giving a title, but I put it up anyway.  Don't know why.

A nice wave or a simple hello.
That's not asking much, is it?
Perhaps it is, you're so closed off
To everything outside your little world.

Maybe it's me and my unlikely desires,
I don't kow why I even care,
I've watched you from afar for years
And never once I thought these thoughts.

Tomorrow, will I return to my old self,
In seclusion and away from it all,
Apart from the things people take for granted,
All the everyday joys couples share?

I've bounced around, unseen and alone,
Way too shy to put myself out there
For people to see and judge
So forgive me for being interested.

Like so many others who pass me by,
You don't bother to even glance at me
And you're probably right in doing so
Since I'm too afraid to do anything.

If I was the one to open up,
Will you let me in or ignore me.
My heart believes the latter
But hopes I am wrong about you.

Time for me to return to where I was
To never think of this again
Because I know I'm shooting too high
And wishing for that which I'll never have.

Looks like I'm back into the poetry flow.  Here's more of me venting emotions.  It seems like my best poems come from me venting in one way or another.

"Together"

How does one say, "I'm here for you,"
And not sound like a normal everyday friend?

Those words seem so hollow when I say them,
They don't nearly express the meaning of my thoughts.

I need to convey what my heart wants to say,
The honest words my soul screams out from deep within.

I ask, "Is my love strong enough
To help you through troubled times?"

If my voice can comfort you,
Then I'll never stop speaking to you.

If my touch gives you peace,
I'll hold you in my arms forever.

My heart belongs to you,
I feel the same pain you do.

However long it takes you to feel joy again,
I'm at your side, I'm holding your hand all the way.

I will walk alongside you
For as long as I live and beyond.

This is the test of love,
To endure the tough times
And be there for each other
When we need it so much.

Believe me, you aren't alone in this
Because I'm here for you and always will be.

Together, we can pull through.
Together, we are at our strongest.
Together, we'll make the future bright.

Well, I don't think my poetry is as good as everyone else's here, but  I still like writing and sharing it, so here you are.  I hope you guys enjoy it.

I AM THERE

When I give you a hug
the winds are my arms
When I lull you to sleep
my song is in the robin's voice
When I kiss you on the cheek
the gentle breezes are my lips
When I speak to you
the echoes of the Earth are my words
When I miss you the most
the rain are my tears
And when you are alone
look to the skies and I am there

I thought I'd submit this for the heck of it.  I warn you, I wrote this when I was younger.

A HOLE IN MY SOCK

There is a hole in my sock
       
        I really don't care

There is a hole in my sock
       
        My toes wiggle in dispair

There is a hole in my sock
       
        My toes are stuck

There is a hole in my sock
       
        Oh what luck

Everyone else is doin' it so why can't I?

Not really a poem, persay... I don't really feel like sharing any of my poetry, cause it all has a deep meaning to me and only me and would loose the translation in the reason.

This is a song lyric I wrote for my ex fiance, while with my band and later would go on to read it in a different light and tone at my fathers funeral, cause it seemed to fit... I dunno... It's nothing, really.

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Fitting for you or fitting for me

It isn't the easiest of things it seems

I know where we stood and where I stand

I can't forget the touch of your gentle hand

Not much makes sense when your all alone

No voice, no hope, no reason but somehow it's all my own

We often forget the little things, the ones that make up the
bigger things, sometimes it even turns them into better things

I wonder where I'll be in a world that isn't fit for me
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Alright, that's it for me... It's not much, but I thought if there was one area I could contribute, other than with my mindless horror screenplays, it'd be here as this seems to be one of the most inspirational threads on the whole board.

Balt~

well i like them all.  
no need to patronize you with faulty words of commendation.
i'm beginning to think that good poetry is indescribable....

so i'll stop here  :p

"Personal Hope"

Infinite possibilities run through my head
In those precious moments when the phone rings.
Cause and effect, every potential scenario,
Analyzed through the complex algorithm
Of my own creation to protect myself
From any and all forms of rejection.

The perfect system that never fails,
Will never let me make a wrong move,
But the one flaw that bears witness to all,
A quality that thrives in the human spirit,
The wrench that tears my thoughts apart
And crushes my analytical self to bits.

The one question that plagues the lonely,
Could this be the one I'm waiting for?
Is the love of my life waiting
For me to pick up the ringing phone?
I could be seconds away from finally
Ending the torture that is living alone.

All the thinking your mind can do
To protect your heart from future pain
Cannot defeat the hope in your soul
To finds its missing half
And maybe, just maybe,
That is the way it should be.

Here is another one.  This one sort of came to me.

"Dream"

Lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling,
My wife resting comfortably next to me.

Visions of a reality of feeling
Engulfs me in its world.
I remember being cold,
But here, it is warm like springtime.

A cloud covered sky and bright sunlight,
Birds chirping in the trees,
Young lovers kissing in a field.
No sign of cars or screaming kids,
No bosses yelling in my ear,
No regret consuming my mind,
No sadness infesting my heart.
Just a feeling of peace
In a scene of utter beauty and romance.

I know waking up is near,
An unfortunate retreat back to the real world,
In which this paradise will fade away
Only to return in that moment
When I see the love of my life
Sleeping next to me tomorrow night
With her arm draped over me
And my hand stroking her hair.

The bliss that is watching her
Transports me to an inspired place
Of wonderous peace and heavenly beauty
That takes over my heart when I'm alone with her.

Your "Dream" poem is just so beautiful, really it is.

Your wife is one lucky lady...really moving piece, I bet she loved it.

Andy xxx PS -Hope you are well and stuff...just saying my heys and hellos...