Little King of Sorrows

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Little King of Sorrows Poems

41. It Just Is 2/25/2013
42. I'Ve Made My Heart My Home 3/21/2013
43. Lady Luck 2/21/2013
44. Limmerick Practice 2/23/2013
45. Living Hell 1/27/2013
46. Love Tones And War Drums 5/2/2013
47. Loves Suicide 3/16/2013
48. Me, Myself, And I 3/10/2013
49. Mirror Mirror 2/6/2013
50. Mother 3/26/2013
51. My Name Is Not Craig (Revised) 3/15/2013
52. My Siblings 2/26/2013
53. My World 3/26/2013
54. Nightmare To Remember 3/25/2013
55. No Drug Compares 3/21/2013
56. Not For Sale 3/27/2013
57. Ode To The Sheeple 1/26/2013
58. Olly Olly Oxen Free 3/10/2013
59. Peace Treaty 2/21/2013
60. Pen Pal 2/23/2013
61. Poem 44 Haiku 2/27/2013
62. Poemhunter 3/6/2013
63. Puzzled Love 4/14/2013
64. R.I.P. Alter Ego 2/25/2013
65. Racing Heart Be Still 11/12/2014
66. Racing Hearts 3/15/2013
67. Salute 5/24/2013
68. Searching 3/6/2013
69. Self Deception 2/27/2013
70. Selfish Me 11/12/2014
71. Set Aflame 3/4/2013
72. Simple Poem 1/26/2013
73. Slothboy And I 3/15/2013
74. So Cliche 2/6/2013
75. So The Story Go 2/11/2013
76. Spirit Voice 4/4/2013
77. Survivor 3/13/2013
78. T.J.S. My Little Angel 1/27/2013
79. That's Life 3/12/2013
80. The Edge 3/27/2013
Best Poem of Little King of Sorrows

My Siblings

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.
While many sibs, are filled with hate. It's not for us, we can't relate.
Stuck in the middle, our parents behavior. The other the bad guy, but neither a savior.
Year after year, abuse and neglect, childhood unstable, we all now reflect.
Step-parents and juvies, through years split apart,...

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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.
A victim of the moment.

The trees, naked and transparent, fall prey to the ever-changing winds,
even among the protection of its own kind, still portrays a lonely and lifeless chill,
far from the summer breeze that tickled it's leaves with joy and meaning,

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