Submissions by determined37 (Trista Conley-Battles)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
MY NAME IS TRISTA AND I HAVE NOT WRITTEN POETRY OR JOURNALS IN ALMOST TWENTY YEARS, SO I AM A LITTLE RUSTY. BE PATIENT WITH ME AND FEEL FREE TO CRITIQUE ME.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jul 2012 6:30am
2nd Jul 2012 6:30am
Re: Family Hate
Why are family members so hateful?
Why are they so mean?
Why are they so envious,
Of what other's in their family have achieved?
Why are they so fake?
Yet, they try to be the first ones,
at the entrance of the Lord's gate.
They talk about love and,
They talk about being so holy,
But all one has to do,
Is come in and try to shake things up,
And as the veil unfolds,
The so called real..become graciously phony.
What they fail to realize,
Is the thing that is right before their eyes...
Families that pray together,
Will...
Why are they so mean?
Why are they so envious,
Of what other's in their family have achieved?
Why are they so fake?
Yet, they try to be the first ones,
at the entrance of the Lord's gate.
They talk about love and,
They talk about being so holy,
But all one has to do,
Is come in and try to shake things up,
And as the veil unfolds,
The so called real..become graciously phony.
What they fail to realize,
Is the thing that is right before their eyes...
Families that pray together,
Will...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Jun 2012 8:40am
22nd Jun 2012 8:40am
Re: One Wish
If I had one wish,
it would be a kiss.
From your tender lips,
upon my flesh.
If I had one wish,
it would be your caress.
To feel your warm embrace,
your hands upon my face.
If I had one wish,
I would thank God.
For sending my angel,
such a beautiful star.
If I had just one wish,
it would be for time.
For there is no denying,
that you were destined to be mine.
Written by Trista Conley-Battles
it would be a kiss.
From your tender lips,
upon my flesh.
If I had one wish,
it would be your caress.
To feel your warm embrace,
your hands upon my face.
If I had one wish,
I would thank God.
For sending my angel,
such a beautiful star.
If I had just one wish,
it would be for time.
For there is no denying,
that you were destined to be mine.
Written by Trista Conley-Battles
627 reads
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Jun 2012 11:32pm
16th Jun 2012 11:32pm
Re: What Happened to Love?
What happened to love?
Love is supposed to be kind.
Love is supposed to be undying.
Love is supposed to be carefree,
and not judgemental.
Love is what makes us smile.
Love is what gets us through the day.
Love is what keeps our families close.
Love is what keeps our enemies from
being able to impose.
So I ask again,
What happened to love,
infinite,
compassionate,
forgiving, as well as understanding love?
The kind that God gave
When he gave us his son......
Written by Trista Conley-Battles
Love is supposed to be kind.
Love is supposed to be undying.
Love is supposed to be carefree,
and not judgemental.
Love is what makes us smile.
Love is what gets us through the day.
Love is what keeps our families close.
Love is what keeps our enemies from
being able to impose.
So I ask again,
What happened to love,
infinite,
compassionate,
forgiving, as well as understanding love?
The kind that God gave
When he gave us his son......
Written by Trista Conley-Battles
834 reads
3 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
15th Jun 2012 8:05pm
15th Jun 2012 8:05pm
Re: Tired
I'm tired of all the crying,
I'm tired of all the dying,
I'm tired of all the pain,
We as a people are igniting!
I'm tired of all the lying,
I'm tired of all the backbiting,
I'm tired of people being so fake,
When their hearts are filled with so much hate!
Written by Trista Conley-Battles
I'm tired of all the dying,
I'm tired of all the pain,
We as a people are igniting!
I'm tired of all the lying,
I'm tired of all the backbiting,
I'm tired of people being so fake,
When their hearts are filled with so much hate!
Written by Trista Conley-Battles
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EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Jun 2012 7:52pm
15th Jun 2012 7:52pm
Re: Definition of a Freak
Definition of a freak....
hhmmmm, let's see
Perhaps strawberries and whip cream,
naw; too sweet.
Perhaps candles and rose petals,
naw; that's like making love in the meadows.
Maybe long walks in the park,
when it's late and after dark.
Or even playing in the sand,
on a beach, or deserted land.
What is a freak?
The definition you seek;
Is it candlelit dining,
under the moon when it's shining?
What about dressing sexy and hot?
Or being tied and twisted in knots?
Hhmmmm, provocative music
when you know how and when to use...
hhmmmm, let's see
Perhaps strawberries and whip cream,
naw; too sweet.
Perhaps candles and rose petals,
naw; that's like making love in the meadows.
Maybe long walks in the park,
when it's late and after dark.
Or even playing in the sand,
on a beach, or deserted land.
What is a freak?
The definition you seek;
Is it candlelit dining,
under the moon when it's shining?
What about dressing sexy and hot?
Or being tied and twisted in knots?
Hhmmmm, provocative music
when you know how and when to use...
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LOVE POEM
Published
15th Jun 2012 10:47am
15th Jun 2012 10:47am
Re: Love Won't Wait
Where do I start.
What do I say?
Why does life hurt,
so much everyday.
So much sorrow,
so much pain.
God just make it stop,
so that we can start over again.
Today is not promised and neither is tomorrow,
yet we live,
and walk around everyday,
conceited,
and oblivious,
and we act as though,
we are proud parables of the prodigal.
Time is running out.
Loved ones are dying out.
When we come to it,
that judgement day.
And God steps forward and asks,
what you did for so many decades.
I don't want to...
What do I say?
Why does life hurt,
so much everyday.
So much sorrow,
so much pain.
God just make it stop,
so that we can start over again.
Today is not promised and neither is tomorrow,
yet we live,
and walk around everyday,
conceited,
and oblivious,
and we act as though,
we are proud parables of the prodigal.
Time is running out.
Loved ones are dying out.
When we come to it,
that judgement day.
And God steps forward and asks,
what you did for so many decades.
I don't want to...
563 reads
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