cherub
Bluelighter
FIRST OF ALL. I AM ASKING FOR SOME HELP THE NEXT COUPLE WEEKS ON PICKING THE POEM OF THE WEEK. I HAVE SOME SERIOUS MEDICAL ISSUES AND THOUGH I HAVE TRIED LATELY I HAVE NOT BEEN READING POEMS AS MUCH AS I LIKE> SOOOOOOO IF ANY OF YOU FEEL A POEM SHOULD BE IN CONDISDERATION FOR THE NEXT FEW POEM OF THE WEEKS PLEASE LET ME KNOW THROUGH PM...... THANKS 
This weeks Poem of the week I guess is nostolaga for me more then again reminding me and I am sure many passing of times, end of an era. FixXxer has been a great member to this forum in his contributions to this forum and this to me is a great outstanding piece. thanks so much for sharing with us.
CONGRATS
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FixXxer
Tears in Private
At last the time has come,
the time it ends, another has become,
time to move on, learn from the past,
but not live there, im moving too fast,
in to the future at last.
what is behind the next door?
i wont know whats in store,
because i cant ignore,
ill hit the floor, and each time, come back for more.
Thats the way i learn,
i only get what i earn,
and recieve only what i give,
thats the only way to live.
unselfish, and caring,
careful of the wounds people have teaing,
give them a chance to heal,
do not steal, or i may share the pain they feel.
these are lessons i am taught,
they mean more to me, since i give it so much thought,
i sit in one spot,
and allow my brain to drain,
anything that can be decieved as rain,
through tears in private,
i cant help it, id rather hide it.
Alone by myself, i shed all these tears,
forgive all my fears,
feel the softness of kashmirs,
listening to my music, keeping me sane,
these melodies, run rampant through my brain.
cant get them out, i think im addicted,
this thought, however, i feel leaves me restricted,
to the fact that i love it so much,
if only i could remember the touch,
i could finally throw away my crutch.
So again i shed, these tears in my lonesome,
remember who i am, and where im from,
the people who i shared the past,
from the first to last,
i do this for them, so they not have to see my pain,
id rather be the reassuring one, who keeps you warm in the rain.
This weeks Poem of the week I guess is nostolaga for me more then again reminding me and I am sure many passing of times, end of an era. FixXxer has been a great member to this forum in his contributions to this forum and this to me is a great outstanding piece. thanks so much for sharing with us.
CONGRATS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
FixXxer
Tears in Private
At last the time has come,
the time it ends, another has become,
time to move on, learn from the past,
but not live there, im moving too fast,
in to the future at last.
what is behind the next door?
i wont know whats in store,
because i cant ignore,
ill hit the floor, and each time, come back for more.
Thats the way i learn,
i only get what i earn,
and recieve only what i give,
thats the only way to live.
unselfish, and caring,
careful of the wounds people have teaing,
give them a chance to heal,
do not steal, or i may share the pain they feel.
these are lessons i am taught,
they mean more to me, since i give it so much thought,
i sit in one spot,
and allow my brain to drain,
anything that can be decieved as rain,
through tears in private,
i cant help it, id rather hide it.
Alone by myself, i shed all these tears,
forgive all my fears,
feel the softness of kashmirs,
listening to my music, keeping me sane,
these melodies, run rampant through my brain.
cant get them out, i think im addicted,
this thought, however, i feel leaves me restricted,
to the fact that i love it so much,
if only i could remember the touch,
i could finally throw away my crutch.
So again i shed, these tears in my lonesome,
remember who i am, and where im from,
the people who i shared the past,
from the first to last,
i do this for them, so they not have to see my pain,
id rather be the reassuring one, who keeps you warm in the rain.
