Life Poems - Page 107

Things Begin To Fall In Place

I wouldn’t be a human being
if i wasn’t nervous
when meeting a stranger
while conversation should be kept
clear and simple
against of all my taste
things begin to fall in place
when a stranger made an obvious point
and started to become too pushy
that gets under my skin
what does it mean
when a stranger wanted to know
all areas in your life
no problem to stay extra careful
alert and not to get confused
avoid not to expose yourself to any risk
but what does it mean
when all you really feel like
is a time of your own
yet a stranger kept on bugging you.

I hope it’s Me before it’s You

I hope it’s me,before it’s you
for i dont think
i could live life alone
i hope it’s me,before it’s you
for i dont know what i do
if you we’re gone
i hope it’s me,before it’s you
cause i love you so
i couldn’t stand to see you go
i hope it’s me,before it’s you
we’ve lived a life time holding hands
we’ve spent the nightimes walking in the sand
i hope it’s me,before it’s you
we’ve love away the hours
under a starless sky
found all the questions to our whys
still i hope it’s me,before it’s you
for i dont think
i could live life alone
i hope it’s me,before it’s you.

Life and Love

If what we built overtime
should fall apart tomorrow
or even today
i’ll try my best not to dwell over loss
but rather rejoice
over what was gained
i’d try to over come my sadness
with the knowledge that through you
my life has been enriched
my ability to know joy
and it’s true meaning
has been many time enchanced
comfort will always be take
in what you’ve given me
now trhough knowing you
i’ve grown and in many ways
been able to lend a helping hand
causing you to only stumble
when you easily could have fallen
i will always know
what will never die nor fade away
i will know being together
was trully life as it should be
two people,two souls
totally enjoyed as one
learning from each other
what it trully means to share
time life and love
and for that i will always be indebted
to you to me
to life itself.

In my search to be Free

I seem so lost
in my search to be free
maybe i’ve got what i want
right here infront of me
when your eyes are close shut
it’s all too hard to see
never happy with the day
always searching for some way
to scream what i have to say
but it’s so hard to speak
when your mouth is always full
so hard to walk with your lips
wrapped around my feet
always looking for the last dime
chasing so hard that dollar bill
such a waste of time
trying to make it real
living in a dream of world
of my own choosing
not realizing im the only one losing
so much life infront of me
surrounds me everywhere
here is love,here are friends
laughter just over there
good times,bad times,seldom seen
in my search to be free
perhaps i need to see
what standing in my site
right here staring back at me
in my search to be free.

Mirror Of Our Selves

Within our little worlds
were all have problems
heartache to heartache
sometimes its hard to find
for a time to be kind
we often regret to the words we give out
we listen to the voice
the feeling that make us insane
we never learned and we keep on doing
what we think is right
even when it dont make sense
it’s hardly matters
for were satisfied and it make us happy
the color of who we trully are
we feel a strange sense about other people
seem like in each life
we often run into qualities
with all the wrong in the world
we choose we like and respect
we are nothing but a fool
that quick to judge other people
convinced our selves
yelling,shouting and screaming
to get the atention for greatest thing we do
we think in our little world
ourselves are better than the rest
refused to look at own mirror
the gut and the doubt that way us down
we shame our selves for ever
but were all really just
trying to do our best.

Self Respect

I have to live with myself and so
I want to be fit for myself to know,
I want to be able as days go by,
To look at myself straight in the eye.
I don’t want to stand with the setting sun
And don’t want to hate myself for the things I’ve done.

I don’t want to hide on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself as I come and go
Into thinking that nobody else will know
What kind of girl I really am;
I don’t want to dress myself in sham.

I want to go with my head erect,
I want to deserve all’s respect
And in this struggle for fame and pelf
I want to be able to like myself.
I don’t want to look at myself and know
That I am a bluster and empty show.

I cannot hide myself from me;
I can see what others can never see;
I know what others can never know,
I cannot fool myself, and so
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience free.


How often we wish for another chance
to make a fresh beginning.
A chance to blot out our mistakes
And change failure into winning.

It does not take a new day
To make a brand new start,
It only takes a deep desire
To try with all our heart.

To live a little better
And to always be forgiving
And to add a little sunshine
To the world in which we’re living.

So never give up in despair
And think that you are through,
For there’s always a DAWN tomorrow
And the hope of starting new.

Baby Arrives

Baby Arrives

Little star just came down,
on wings of an angel.
He was a mother’s dream flower,
glided Milky Way to earth.
Holding umbilical cord of hopes,
arrived trekking a long way.
A host of unfulfilled wishes,
in shape of flesh and blood.
Journey continues one life to….
All time followed by a shadow.
A loud creaky baby cry, he is born
He sneezes loudly spraying,
creamy run from his nose.
His arrival is registered.
Mother blooms a fragrant smile

Life continues

Grubbing the world, by senses
We live in a colourful myth.
Playing a part so designed,
on many stages of world.
We stroll as somnambulists.
Behind droopy drapes of eye lids,
we live until vision of brilliance strikes,
Before drama concludes,
melodrama of life enters.

As we grow
Holding a flame in our hearts,
we come into turbulence,
often lives through tempests,
rolling in fear of its overturn.
One day a thunderbolt,
a thud, skeletons collapse.
There are many in cupboards.
Idols break into sharp flints
Still you would see a flame escapes you,
joining the flare up on sky.
a flash of lightning gleam horizon
darkness again!

It Will Never Happen To Me

I remember saying those exact words
back when i didnt know the dragon watching
men drop to their knees just for those
bags they would give up their car keys.

soon after that getting loading seamed to
stay in my mind reaching for the dragon
the best high a man could ever find.

the feeling is so goos you never want
it to come down but before you know
it is pulling you to the ground.

Then when it has you where you’ve lost
it all, you find yourself sitting behind
those gray walls.

for those first few days your going
through hell, kicking all day in a hot
sticky cell.

you swear to yourself that you’ll never
do it again, but when your back on the
streets your slamming with a friend

Chifling they call it doing it once in
a while, they soon everyday you need
that brown pile.

you turn on your friends, family, wife/
husband getting sick of hearing that your ruining
your life. im gonna slow down thats
what i would say but believe me
its hard when your doing 5 bags a day.

in the early morning your
lying in bed and already thinking
“what and i gonna do to get my habit fed”

your up and about ready to score you
call the communications before your out
the door.

its a feeling of parinoia when your
arms are full of marks looking over
shoulders watchin for the marks

i want you people to know that
this story here you see, its a damn
shame to say, but yes its all about me

an apartment, a car my ol’lday and
girls was a much sweeter home than
any diamonds, ruby’s or pearls

i had a great life and there was
nothing to take it away and now i
know where i went wrong, it was
slamming once a day

im at the lowest point in my life right
now as i sit here writing this poem.
you see i done lost the trust and
respect i once had from my families
own home. i am very ashamed to say
that i never thought that i’d stoop
so low and steal from my familys

my reason for writing this is cause
its hard to keep inside the many
times i’ve hurt my faliy and told them
so many lies. that dragon is a mean
monkey that my friends and i all
know but believe me, the day will come
when he brings you to the snow..

the two of them together are a
pair that i knew long cause once
they get you in their hands your
life is sure to go wrong.

its time for me to get back on my
feet and on the right track the thing
i really need the most it my
families love and respect back


These words i speak only scratch the surface…
They are only a reflection on rippled waters..
They cannot begin to describe what is inside…
The unending doubt and fragile dreams..
Though somehow i seem to pull through…
To take the next step down the path..
Through the journey of the rest of my life…