Little King of Sorrows
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Little King of Sorrows Poems
A Place to Rest My Soul
Life for me was hollow, Color's were just a shade,
The oldest child, I am of four. Without the others, I'd be no more. They pick me up, they shove me down, they make me smile, they make me frown. My greatest friends! I love so much. A life of hell, we've seen so much. And through it all. It brings me pride. The bond we feel. Forever tied.
Agonizingly, Beautiful! Inside you I see! Just warming up with the A and the B. Craving your voice, I missed you so much,
At the ripe old age of 4. She stands there at the door. Carebear suitcase packed and ready. Dora fruit snacks and her teddy.
A victim of the moment
As the winter moon reflects upon the icy river valley, a soul searches the darkness of his own mind, where the water of life and resource once flowed abundant, has frozen over with the changing of the seasons.
Another clue. Or maybe two. Steadily I followed you. A new years wish. A summer loss.
Could it be you? Could it be true? Give me the case,
Between you, the moon, and me.
Riding a prayer to the man on the moon. My soul is in anguish. By love lost too soon. We could've had it all.
You can't always believe everything you hear. A fib is a fib, a lie still a lie, you may know the truth, but would much rather die. Sometimes you make excuses to cover the light. Like sunglasses at noon, pretending it's night. You tell this to others.'What a beautiful evening. Don't you agree my dear friends? '
Saving my spot within your eye, it's worth a shot, its worth the try. Am I allowed, within your heart? Can poetry tear this wall apart.
Vow of Adoration
Adoration from afar, for a dimly lit and distant star, I wish upon thee peace of mind, When reason to shine is hard to find.
This Blue Moon
My heart is already broken! No more damage can you do! In the symphony of madness, I sang the same to you. But in this dueling duet of agony, who was teaching who? This familiar song I thought I wrote, now claimed by someone new.
A Friend Forever
Through all I said, and all I've shown, you must know by now your not alone. I come and go just like a wave, Not one to hold you like a slave.
The clock on the wall ticky taunts me. But what it says I cannot know for sure. Pethaps it reminds me of how long you have been away and laughs as I sit and think of you today. Each tick another moment spent without you.
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A Place to Rest My Soul
Life for me was hollow,
Color's were just a shade,
The days just ran together,
Dreams they slowly fade.
Every waking moment,
getting harder than the last,
Hopes about the future,
tarred and feathered by the past.
Smiles a force of habit,
As pure as man-made snow,
Real enough to see it,
But fake enough to know.
My actions like a zombie,
thoughtless instinct to the core, ...