Angel_baby

That's a sweet and touching poem

angel, that's really great. you should post more

 

(for me to give a compliment about poetry is a big deal. I'm not into poetry AT ALL)

Awww thanks so much Jen! You really like it? When I write a poem I try my best to put into it what others can try to connect and relate to.

I am glad you liked it

How I ever know the feeling of this!!

 

This body can feel like such a prison...but through writing or expressing it somehow, the spirit is unloosed!

 

This is a winner, Angel! Why are you keeping this talent so well-hidden?

 

I would love to see more from you! More, more!

lol Thanks TOV! With your gift for words that is a really nice compliment.

I love writing poems. It's my own little creative outlet that I do at times. I get shy when it comes to posting them though.

Since I have received such lovely compliments I think I will post a couple more soon.

I will post my favorite of mine next time.

Thanks so much for your compliment

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Disappear

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Everything appears so gloomy,

nothing ever seems to goes right.

I just sit here with my thoughts,

as the hours tick by tonight.

Will I be able to fight this,

or will I give in and cry.

Looking around for answers,

how? when? and why?

I feel darkness creeping in,

sneaking in before I know it.

Fighting to find happiness,

in this dark spiraling pit.

It seems to suffocate me,

every turn and move I make.

No one seems to understand,

so much more is at stake.

Trudging through this muck,

hoping to find the way.

I get more lost each step I take

No one hears anything I say.

Pushing away at my thoughts,

they just won't go away.

Trapped in this damaged body,

there has to be another way.

One day I might be happy again,

maybe the light will again appear.

It's all a matter of my mind,

until then I just want to disappear.

I wrote this when I first was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis and Lupus. I was also going through postpartum depression at the time.

Once again another good poem from you DB

Nice! Another good poem from DB

I really like your style of writing.

DB I love reading your poems. You have a way with words. Keep writing.

lol I loved that poem! Good job DB!

For freestyle that is really good Nick!

lol cute!

I had to click and see what was wrote

I love it! You have such a way with words when you write. You have talent.

Nice! I really liked this poem.

I just had to comment and say that I LOVED your poem. It's intense and filled with emotion.

I didn't write this but thought it was a wonderful poem and wanted to share it with fellow ENAers.

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a small hospital near Tampa,Florida, it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they

found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital.

One nurse took her copy to Missouri.

The old man's sole bequest to

posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine

of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health.

A slide presentation has

also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem.

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now

the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging accross the Internet.

-Crabby Old Man-

What do you see nur ses? ..What do you see?

What are you thinking.....when you're looking at me?

A crabby old man, ...not very wise,

Uncertain of habit ........with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food.......and makes no reply.

When you say in a loud voice.....'I do wish you'd try!'

Who seems not to notice ......the things that you do.

And forever is losing .......... A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not...........lets you do as you will,

With bathing and feeding .... The long day to fill?

Is that what you're thinking? ... Is that what you see?

Then open your eyes, nurse......you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am ......... As I sit here so still,

As I do at your bidding, .....as I eat at your will.

I'm a small child of Ten.......with a father and mother,

Brothers and sisters .........who love one another

A young boy of Sixteen ..with wings on his feet

Dreaming that soon now. ......a lover he'll meet.

A g room soon at Twenty .....my heart gives a leap.

Remembering, the vows......that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now ......... I have young of my own.

Who need me to guide .... And a secure happy home.

A man of Thirty ......... My young now grown fast,

Bound to each other ........ With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons ..have grown and are gone,

But my woman's beside me.......to see I don't mourn.

At Fifty, once more, ......... Babies play 'round my knee,

Again, we know children ....... My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me ......... My wife is now dead.

I look at the future ..............I shudder with dread.

For my young are all rearing......young of their own.

And I think of the years...... And the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man.........and nature is cruel.

Tis jest to make old age .....look like a fool.

The body, it crumbles..........grace and vigor, depart.

There is now a stone........where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass ...... A young guy still dwells,

And now and again .......my battered heart swells

I remember the joys........... I remember the pain.

And I'm loving and living.............life over again.

I think of the years ...all too few....gone too fast.

And accept the stark fact........that nothing can last.

So open your eyes, people ..........open and see..

Not a crabby old man. Look closer....see........ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush

aside without looking at the young soul within.....we will all, one day, be

there, too!

PLEASE SHARE THIS POEM

The best and most beautiful things of this world can't be seen or touched

They must be felt by the heart.

God Bless

Live simply.

Love generously.

Care deeply.

Speak kindly.

Leave the rest to God.

OMG! I love it! It actually brought tears to my eyes. Love your poems! Keep writing them

Love the poem, well written. I can feel the pain and distraught from the words

I love this poem But is everything ok Jeen?

Beautiful poem! Very well written. I can feel the frustration coming out of the words.

I actually did give it to her this weekend, and she couldnt stop smiling/laughing ect... I'm sure a lot of it was in the way I said it.... i didnt try to make it too serious, because as you can see, I'm not much of a writter... but I just tried to include a couple things that we did together and she seemed to really like it

 

Like the saying goes... "It's the thought that counts" I am sure she felt very special to have you write a poem about her.

It's cute Have you given it to her yet? I think she would like it

That is an amazing poem! Well written, you have a great talent! And only at 14, wow!