Submissions by jennafire1973
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I am just starting. This is the first time I have published anything on the internet, but I wanted see what happened. I am not scared of criticism. It is how you learn and grow
My Lover
My man’s a jealous lover this I cant deny.
But when I am away from him I just want to die.
When kept apart by circumstance it cuts just like a knife.
I met him first at 12 years old. Ive known him my whole life
I based that life around him gave him oh so many years
And looking back upon them.. all he’s given back are tears
Ive done some things to keep him I swore I’d never do
Somehow becoming someone else but I’m just not sure who.
I know he doesn’t love me its impossible you see
Hes always kept me from becoming all that I could be.
Hes stolen from me...
But when I am away from him I just want to die.
When kept apart by circumstance it cuts just like a knife.
I met him first at 12 years old. Ive known him my whole life
I based that life around him gave him oh so many years
And looking back upon them.. all he’s given back are tears
Ive done some things to keep him I swore I’d never do
Somehow becoming someone else but I’m just not sure who.
I know he doesn’t love me its impossible you see
Hes always kept me from becoming all that I could be.
Hes stolen from me...
975 reads
7 Comments
The Hard Life
A barrel full of burning trash the homeless gather round
Afraid that they will freeze to death if they sit upon the ground
A junkie cries for his next fix another screams in pain
Either would do anything to feel the needle hit the vein
A desperate act, A knife, a cry, the flames of Hell are fanned
A pool of blood, a good man dies for the dollar in his hand
A woman with a shopping cart and everything she owns
Her begging constantly ignored by the workaholic drones
A child standing on the corner who should be in bed asleep
But instead she’s flagging down a...
Afraid that they will freeze to death if they sit upon the ground
A junkie cries for his next fix another screams in pain
Either would do anything to feel the needle hit the vein
A desperate act, A knife, a cry, the flames of Hell are fanned
A pool of blood, a good man dies for the dollar in his hand
A woman with a shopping cart and everything she owns
Her begging constantly ignored by the workaholic drones
A child standing on the corner who should be in bed asleep
But instead she’s flagging down a...
876 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Submissions by jennafire1973
Page: