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Cheyenne

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  1. Hey, I didn't know this was here...By the way, did I tell you this is the on I got published? Oh, BP, I have a copy of the book on the way to me...I will have to send it to you, that is if I can get a second copy. I don't know when will be for sale but I will keep you all posted. Thanks to Wyv and BP and everyone else who encouraged me enought to try. Thank you!
  2. Another one as yet untitled so I thought I would just group them together.... To smile when you hear a child cry To taste their blood and feel alive Is to tear a hole in the fabric of time To steal a life so alike to mine One day you will feel the fire Of our Gods wrath and fateful ire One day you will pay the price For making a child your one true vice All they want is your love and trust How sad indeed all you have is lust Burning not just in your heart but mind To weaken others with your scheming crime
  3. ya know the only thing I don't like about this poem? Now I can't get it out of my head...reminds me of the 80's don't worry be happy song....
  4. I guess that makes me weak as well. Very well written, I enjoyed it immensley (sp?)
  5. This started out as a roller coaster thingy...It didn't end up that way....ah well, back to the drawing board.... Up the hill we went so fast Flying like the wind we were I screamed as you we passed To me it was all a blur I couldn’t catch my breath And didn’t want it to end As at the bottom of the cliff was death Waiting for my soul to bend
  6. True love...an everyday struggle, one with ups and downs, despair and joy...never an easy road to follow, but one well worth the trouble. Very nicely done!
  7. OH! I really liked this. It flowed so smoothly that it took me reading others replys to see all you had really done with this. I might add though, just as there is a fine line between love and hate so to is there one between despair and joy. It may seem easy for another to say but believe me, despair can be vanquished with the correct sword. Don't give up. You're a very talented writter.
  8. How very interesting. I didn't see the end until it hit me in the face. very nicely done!
  9. It reminds me of AM, SoB, and the military all at once. I tried for so long to hold onto those friendships. I guess the saying is true "Friends come and go, but enemies accumulate" It is a well written poem. I enjoyed it.
  10. It was at one time. Thank you for the comfort, You are all such wonderful people here. Actually though, now that I am more at peace with myself I was finally able to post that one. It was written a couple years ago and I kept it taped to the screen of my computer at work. It helped me remember, to always try to see past my own selfish feeling, wants and needs and see everyones point of view.
  11. A dying flame Of flickering blue light Illuminating my soul Bringing forth my plight Losing faith in above Wondering at God's grand scheme I no longer see the big picture I am lost in this dream...
  12. My Father I heard you whisper my name in the night I came to slowly but oh what a sight Standing before me in glistening moonlight My dear friend, my father, beckoned me How did this miracle come to be? I was blind so how could I see Something so perfect and heavenly Appearing before me so naturally I reached out to him haltingly He took my hand lovingly Pulling me close and tenderly He whispered “Good-bye”
  13. I saw your face in a window yesterday Walking to the other side, no one was there I heard your voice in the hall last night Looking up there was just silence around me I had a thought that you needed me But it was fleeting and never quite stayed around I felt your presence and knew I was loved Yet I turned away as life would not let me be I had fires to put out and rooms to clean My life was in shambles or so it would seem The kids wouldn’t listen I was all by myself The world was at war and the job never stops Then a soft little whisper from a friend far away Sheds light on the hope of a new kind of way You know what it is; you have been there before You can recall the soft warmth that enveloped us all It has missed you my friend, as have I.
  14. Brute, you are forever in my prayers and thoughts. Hope all is well with you and yours.
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