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Some Words Can Never Be Spoken

A poetic story of War and a soldiers homecoming. (Based on a true story of War) The dusty wind blew from the far east on that day. The sun arose in its predictable fashion. As the light of dawn cascaded into my quarters. It touched me on my face. It was a feeling I have had before, 323 days worth of... Sign in to see full entry.

Eternal Rest

The last hour from the tall clock sounds, as I, in my bare feet, feel my way down the winding hall. The moon light drifts through the open window. A chilling breeze whispers, as it floats past my flowing gown. Its icy fingers prickle my skin. Memories of my youth dance in front of me like ghosts,... Sign in to see full entry.

My Heart is Right

The sun is rising, I can see her now. Those sweet brown eyes are piercing me now. Her gentle touch is all that I want. I can't forget her. She needs me now. Oh how I want her. I must not forget. I'll never betray her. I know my heart's right. Time is fading. I don't want to waste it. She's in my... Sign in to see full entry.

The Kiss

My lips alight upon your ear whispers only yours to hear then tracing kisses down your neck gliding slowly we cannot fight it pleasure grows into delight I lay a crown of kisses on this tender flesh and in it find a pulsing gently sensing your heartbeat fastly racing turning to me and in so facing... Sign in to see full entry.

Courage to be Myself

Strong am I to endure such pain I'll carry on when down comes the rain. Of the thunder I might be afraid But I live day to day with my plans already laid. You may try to bring me down With your sad looks and mournful frown I don' need your pity or tears I have courage I have stored through the... Sign in to see full entry.

Spilling Blood

As I lay within this hole I ask if I will make it through today I listen for an answer as a body falls beside me arm missing, face bleeding I try to save him but I'm too late the attack ahead sealed his fate He wasn't the first and he wont be the last and I still ask if I will make it through today... Sign in to see full entry.

Will I Make It Through Today?

As I lay within this hole I ask if I will make it through today I listen for an answer as a body falls beside me arm missing, face bleeding I try to save him but I'm too late the attack ahead sealed his fate He wasn't the first and he wont be the last and I still ask if I will make it through today... Sign in to see full entry.

Veterans

There is no place for those like us. Our mold fits not to daily rush. The course has run through peace and war. Our work is done, our need no more. Our love of life has been underplayed. We felt the knife and held the blade. The sun we clutched from morn till night, Not knowing if there's morning... Sign in to see full entry.

Criticize This!

forced rhyming, what is that? dr suess wrote the cat in the hat, hey look there's another, that looks just like his brother, you want originality? why cant you make up my mind? everything is cliche nowadays, the more it changes the more it stays the same, the only thing that seperates my work, is... Sign in to see full entry.

Will Death Be So Kind To Me?

Will death ever be so kind to me As to end this misery I want it to embrace to love and hold me I want it to protect me Can death take me away Because I want to lay in peace and quiet every day Will death ever be so kind to me As to set me free I've done good deeds And planted seeds for those in... Sign in to see full entry.

Jess' Poetry

Wednesday, June 18, 2008