Deep Poetry for Tuesday, July 26, 2011

I remember wrestling with you it was a time where we were getting along I remember playing cards with you it was before all the fighting It was before all the hurt it was before all the pain we caused each other it was before everything that was said it was when we showed our love in our crazy way I remember the night I left the night that started the battle I remember all the awful things we did and said to each other all those nights crying wishing we were ok I wish now that we would of worked... Sign in to see full entry.

A poem is a ripple From a wave called grief Never perfect with its order But almost constant with its beat One after another I see them surge into the shore Some can be seen clearly But others vanish just before If they only slightly touch I hear a whisper of a rhyme I don’t even try to write them Because they'll build if given time The strong ones crash against me With a force that makes me write Once down they then recede And give me peace for just one night No matter what I try The waves they... Sign in to see full entry.