Eric's Poems

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Raindrop

A raindrop is bound to hold, endless secrets untold.
As the rain falls the silence is broken,
and tells of more things that have been spoken.

Listen carefully to the rain and what is said.
For it is certain, unchanging,
and tells of more than can be read.

Quiet your busy mind by putting all your cares behind.
For the rain is speaking to you,
and you will soon have a breakthrough

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Bottles-bottles, bottles of time.
Capturing moments, so sublime.
A thought, a moment in time,
is stored forever, without spending a dime

It’s so very clever,
how time can be stored, with minimal amounts of weather
A warm summer's breeze, or a raindrop for spring.
A winter’s snowflake, or a leaf from fall,
and a bottle, that’s all

There are bottles-bottles, bottles a plenty.
And you can customize any.
They come in all shapes, sizes, and colors
But are bottles unlike any others

A bottle of time you can put it away on a shelf, or a cupboard
Be careful how you store it, for anyone can see
Even in the past, or just a dream
But not everything is as seem

If someone sees what once was, they might not understand
And your doom could be close at hand
So live your life the best you know how
Because you’re the only one stopping you now

Life is worth living each and every day
If you don’t believe me put you cares away
Look at your bottles-bottles, bottles of time today
And see if you don’t say, come what may

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Crying, weeping, cursing, a woman sat on a stump.
Swearing revenge and giving no thought to pity.
For the crimes of the one she curses, are great and terrible
having no resolve, with no one left alive.

No one dares to stand in her way
For those that do are cut down like blades of grass
Swiftly and quickly she will break you like glass

There was a time she bore no ill will to anyone
Not even to one who stepped on her chalice
She might say an unkind word but never given to malice

She marveled at the stars and dreamt of things to come
A wedding she planned with all her friends
Brightly colored gowns her brides maids all around, as happiness never ends

But all that changed with a flick of a wrist - slashing down the groom
A masked man stood there without a care and no one in the room
Sword in hand he said, I have stolen your life as you stole mine
There is no apology, no repentance, no time

Blood dripping down to meet the ground
Her love in death’s stare
She kissed him goodbye, as she sighed and cry
With no one there

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No one cares for this one, no not one.
Why then do I cry, for the one that has deaths chill?
He was not bad, but oh so sad of his position.
That he took his own life, of his own volition.

Now they come to see what I had saw.
Now their mouths are silent, as they should have been.
Mockingly teasing, their words cold and freezing
to one who could not defend.

A bath is drawn, and music plays
As he soaks, he gives the world one last gaze
His eyes close as he pulls the trigger
Life is gone in a flicker

They call it suicide but I know that he died inside first
And the ones who teased him killed him
If you don’t believe me, look at the hearse

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I awoke under a tree,
the sun’s rays coming down through the leaves.
The grass between my toes and under my knees

What happened to the time?
I start to feel tired again and somehow it doesn’t matter,
as I slip back down the dreamers latter

Gliding back and forth in my memory
A world without time has so much clarity

I see a man riding Josephine – up high flying across the sky
Stopping for a moment, then waving goodbye

His flying machine so grand, graceful, and free
reminds me how I want to be
Soaring so effortlessly through the sky
Into the sunset away I go, I fly

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How far is the sunrise?
Can you get there on your own?

How long now does it seem
till mornings wake, the dawn's break?

Did you see the sky's black night
as it turned to blue, then light?

Can you see it now?
The glow of the sun against the mountains,
Beams of light shooting out like fountains!

And see the valley once dark - now light,
the trees and the grasses dancing with colors bright.

Clouds too, are now changing their hue
as the morning dew rises

Oh how I wish my soul could take flight
To be free this morning, without a care
to climb high in the open air
Oh how I wish to be there

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For her love is locked away.
She feels there is none that, she herself,
can love without dismay.

How many brave young men have
built up the courage to ask her out?
Should we count the saints with the devout?
And how many has she turned down?
Countless, I would imagine, including the crown

It’s hard for her to trust again,
for life has taught her time after time not to.
And why plan if nothing ever goes through?
So I think to myself, what can I do?

No way to storm that Keep.
No niche, nor hole to dig into.
For she will see you coming night or day
and from a hundred yards away.

When will she learn that it’s ok to love, to open her heart.
I say take the chance before it’s too late to start.

Her friends are her love, no denying that.
I have been there done that, I can relate.
But that still doesn’t mean I wouldn’t go on a date.

She loves everyone in her own way, and
so you see, she doesn’t want to drive anyone away.
You can’t please everyone, I say.

Why now, does she always run way?
I guess that she just stayed to play,
and to make sure everyone’s ok.

But I myself am not ok.
Even though that’s what I lead her to believe.
I love her and more than that I respect her you see,
even though I disagree with her decision not to love me.

But could I ever tell her, to her face?
No!
The time to act would have been when she told me no.
But I just shrugged it off and now I’m trying to be Edger Allen Poe.


Like a beggar at a gate, she won’t let me in.
Like the slave asking for freedom, she denies me.
Like the untamed horse, she runs away.
Like the night just before dawn, she fades away.
Like the Moon, she can’t be obtained.
Like a whisper in the forest, she calls my name.

How long will my heart be chained,
bound to the memory of her smile?
When will my fingers stop longing for her touch?
When will my mind stop seeing her face?
Why am I all over the place?

I see now that it was my fault from the start.
I didn’t connect with her physically, just with the heart.
And now I must endure seeing her with other men.
Then saying to her, yes I’m just a friend.

I do this for one reason alone.
So she won’t push me away that I might be still in her life,
but it comes with great strife.

Then why do it at all? You might just ask.
Forget her in someone else’s arms.
But my heart is not up to the task.

Why? Because I know
down deep inside I have a passion for her.
That I myself cannot explain.
Even now it burns brighter than a
flame and keeps me from cursing her name.

Now I say this with one last refrain.
I hope that she’s found a guy, who loves her more that I.
Who will never tell her goodbye, or try to steel another girl’s eye.
A guy that will walk beside her through this beautiful thing called life
And never give her any strife

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White and red kites glide across the sky,
soaring up and down as if to wave good bye.

Look at the shadows extending - reaching,
the clouds turning from yellow to orange then blue to gray.
Yet no one takes the time to stay.

I wonder if anyone ever takes the time to see,
the day’s passing moments tuning into memory.

To me this is part of living
To enjoy the time here and now
And not everyone asks, how?

People running to and fro,
not even being who they should be.
Running fast not pausing to soak it in,
little do they know this day will never be again.

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Why did they leave?
What drove them away?
No longer do they come and play

What happened to the ones that cared?
The joy of gladness that we all once shared?
Will there be again, here after -
a time of merriment and lots of laughter?

It is hard to let go
and see the ones we care for leave.
Some must go but for others it is only a reprieve.
for some did come back but only awhile.

Cindy must leave, for school takes her away.
Jack wants to stay, but must go anyway.
Paul needs to serve, and the army took him.
John came and went, we barely even knew him.
Sam left for a time, then came back only to say
I’ll see you guys again someday.

Our group comes and goes, we rotate in and out.
But no one stops to think what we are all about.

Friendship, that’s what.
We all need someone in our corner.
Someone who will stand up for you and me,
and do it without one plea.

We all should welcome the new,
and help them be our friends.
Tell them stories of good times,
and the of group their trying to fit into.

We will never forget the ones that have gone.
Nor forget the good times we’ve shared
For they live in our memories each day,
and nothing can take that away.

We will hold them in our minds, and in our hearts.
That way, we will never be apart.
It is not the end, it is only a start.

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Hello peoples. I thought I would just share the Poems that I have writin' so far ;D

Any feed back would be greatly appreciated!!!
Thanks
Eric