cheesa
Poem Published
18th Sep 2024 4:42pm
18th Sep 2024 4:42pm
A poem for my daughter
I mess up sometimes
I make mistakes
I give too much in a world that takes
I fail I fall
I go back to old ways
I do regret what I did in past days
I lose my temper
I over think
I waste to much of myself on drink
I gotta say through it all to you
I always mean the best I do
And I will always love so true
I make mistakes
I give too much in a world that takes
I fail I fall
I go back to old ways
I do regret what I did in past days
I lose my temper
I over think
I waste to much of myself on drink
I gotta say through it all to you
I always mean the best I do
And I will always love so true
#courage
#forgiveness
#hope #love
#hope #love
124 reads
4 Comments
cheesa
Poem Published
18th Sep 2024 4:42pm
18th Sep 2024 4:42pm
A poem for my daughter
I mess up sometimes
I make mistakes
I give too much in a world that takes
I fail I fall
I go back to old ways
I do regret what I did in past days
I lose my temper
I over think
I waste to much of myself on drink
I gotta say through it all to you
I always mean the best I do
And I will always love so true
I make mistakes
I give too much in a world that takes
I fail I fall
I go back to old ways
I do regret what I did in past days
I lose my temper
I over think
I waste to much of myself on drink
I gotta say through it all to you
I always mean the best I do
And I will always love so true
#courage
#forgiveness
#hope #love
#hope #love
124 reads
4 Comments
cheesa
Poem Published
18th Sep 2024 4:42pm
18th Sep 2024 4:42pm
A poem for my daughter
I mess up sometimes
I make mistakes
I give too much in a world that takes
I fail I fall
I go back to old ways
I do regret what I did in past days
I lose my temper
I over think
I waste to much of myself on drink
I gotta say through it all to you
I always mean the best I do
And I will always love so true
I make mistakes
I give too much in a world that takes
I fail I fall
I go back to old ways
I do regret what I did in past days
I lose my temper
I over think
I waste to much of myself on drink
I gotta say through it all to you
I always mean the best I do
And I will always love so true
#courage
#forgiveness
#hope #love
#hope #love
124 reads
4 Comments
cheesa
Poem Published
18th Sep 2024 4:42pm
18th Sep 2024 4:42pm
A poem for my daughter
I mess up sometimes
I make mistakes
I give too much in a world that takes
I fail I fall
I go back to old ways
I do regret what I did in past days
I lose my temper
I over think
I waste to much of myself on drink
I gotta say through it all to you
I always mean the best I do
And I will always love so true
I make mistakes
I give too much in a world that takes
I fail I fall
I go back to old ways
I do regret what I did in past days
I lose my temper
I over think
I waste to much of myself on drink
I gotta say through it all to you
I always mean the best I do
And I will always love so true
#courage
#forgiveness
#hope #love
#hope #love
124 reads
4 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
We’ll Cross That Bridge When We Build It
how do we cross
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
#love
#grief
#forgiveness #healing
#forgiveness #healing
228 reads
16 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
We’ll Cross That Bridge When We Build It
how do we cross
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
#love
#grief
#forgiveness #healing
#forgiveness #healing
228 reads
16 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
We’ll Cross That Bridge When We Build It
how do we cross
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
#love
#grief
#forgiveness #healing
#forgiveness #healing
228 reads
16 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
20th Nov 2020 12:04pm
We’ll Cross That Bridge When We Build It
how do we cross
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
a burned-out bridge
that’s been washed away
from the middle?
so much water flows beneath,
my feet are wet
so much blood stains the river,
my hands are red
the stacks of wood
stored on both sides
would have made
quick work of small repairs;
but afraid of giving
too much of ourselves,
we refused to share ~
fiercely protecting our pieces
until we fractured,
becoming the sharp...
#love
#grief
#forgiveness #healing
#forgiveness #healing
228 reads
16 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 4:18am
15th Nov 2022 4:18am
Father
Father
Father where am I now that you are dust
Are my bones the sunken treasure of your legacy?
Your ghost follows my shadow
like a leper lost in an apothecary of the soul
Who wore a uniform
like a centurion flying on eagle’s wings
On a Hellenic march
to an acropolis of the mind
Where you languished with Mom
in Drachma beatitude
For an unbearable silence
broken by cat murmur
When mercy was a flower
in the shade of a Doric column
Teetering on the brink of tragedy
But moments stolen like the...
Father where am I now that you are dust
Are my bones the sunken treasure of your legacy?
Your ghost follows my shadow
like a leper lost in an apothecary of the soul
Who wore a uniform
like a centurion flying on eagle’s wings
On a Hellenic march
to an acropolis of the mind
Where you languished with Mom
in Drachma beatitude
For an unbearable silence
broken by cat murmur
When mercy was a flower
in the shade of a Doric column
Teetering on the brink of tragedy
But moments stolen like the...
#grief
#father
#parent
#marriage
#forgiveness
271 reads
7 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 4:18am
15th Nov 2022 4:18am
Father
Father
Father where am I now that you are dust
Are my bones the sunken treasure of your legacy?
Your ghost follows my shadow
like a leper lost in an apothecary of the soul
Who wore a uniform
like a centurion flying on eagle’s wings
On a Hellenic march
to an acropolis of the mind
Where you languished with Mom
in Drachma beatitude
For an unbearable silence
broken by cat murmur
When mercy was a flower
in the shade of a Doric column
Teetering on the brink of tragedy
But moments stolen like the...
Father where am I now that you are dust
Are my bones the sunken treasure of your legacy?
Your ghost follows my shadow
like a leper lost in an apothecary of the soul
Who wore a uniform
like a centurion flying on eagle’s wings
On a Hellenic march
to an acropolis of the mind
Where you languished with Mom
in Drachma beatitude
For an unbearable silence
broken by cat murmur
When mercy was a flower
in the shade of a Doric column
Teetering on the brink of tragedy
But moments stolen like the...
#grief
#father
#parent
#marriage
#forgiveness
271 reads
7 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 4:18am
15th Nov 2022 4:18am
Father
Father
Father where am I now that you are dust
Are my bones the sunken treasure of your legacy?
Your ghost follows my shadow
like a leper lost in an apothecary of the soul
Who wore a uniform
like a centurion flying on eagle’s wings
On a Hellenic march
to an acropolis of the mind
Where you languished with Mom
in Drachma beatitude
For an unbearable silence
broken by cat murmur
When mercy was a flower
in the shade of a Doric column
Teetering on the brink of tragedy
But moments stolen like the...
Father where am I now that you are dust
Are my bones the sunken treasure of your legacy?
Your ghost follows my shadow
like a leper lost in an apothecary of the soul
Who wore a uniform
like a centurion flying on eagle’s wings
On a Hellenic march
to an acropolis of the mind
Where you languished with Mom
in Drachma beatitude
For an unbearable silence
broken by cat murmur
When mercy was a flower
in the shade of a Doric column
Teetering on the brink of tragedy
But moments stolen like the...
#grief
#father
#parent
#marriage
#forgiveness
271 reads
7 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 4:18am
15th Nov 2022 4:18am
Father
Father
Father where am I now that you are dust
Are my bones the sunken treasure of your legacy?
Your ghost follows my shadow
like a leper lost in an apothecary of the soul
Who wore a uniform
like a centurion flying on eagle’s wings
On a Hellenic march
to an acropolis of the mind
Where you languished with Mom
in Drachma beatitude
For an unbearable silence
broken by cat murmur
When mercy was a flower
in the shade of a Doric column
Teetering on the brink of tragedy
But moments stolen like the...
Father where am I now that you are dust
Are my bones the sunken treasure of your legacy?
Your ghost follows my shadow
like a leper lost in an apothecary of the soul
Who wore a uniform
like a centurion flying on eagle’s wings
On a Hellenic march
to an acropolis of the mind
Where you languished with Mom
in Drachma beatitude
For an unbearable silence
broken by cat murmur
When mercy was a flower
in the shade of a Doric column
Teetering on the brink of tragedy
But moments stolen like the...
#grief
#father
#parent
#marriage
#forgiveness
271 reads
7 Comments
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