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I've always loved poetry, not all poetry, but the stuff that makes you laugh or cry. I've been writing poetry for family and friends since college but have resisted pushing my poetic style to a public medium until I found Helium.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love expressed: 41 of 719
Symbols of LoveSymbols of love like stars in the skyshine brightly before me, they never will die.The touch of your hand, when I'm feeling lowa symbol of love telling me that you know.The impish smile of an angel divinewhen you've been drinking a bit too much wine.Or the feeling you give, when you ask me to staybesides you fo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Wishes: 6 of 100
I WishWhen I look back at my childhood of playI see a small boy wishing his childhood away.Each day, each week, each month and yearall of his time without doubt or fear.He wished for tomorrow, for time to pass,for the winter snow and the summer grass.He foolishly believed tomorrow would bringplenty of time for everything.Now ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Years go by: 1 of 16
AND SO IT GOES Marriage vows before God and man standing beside you hand in hand. Starry-eyed the world at our feet two hearts excited our future to meet. Yesterday's hopes and old memories relinquish no tears that time decrees. Our youth and dreams resonate the past our time together forever cast. Children now grown with liv... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Father's Day: 8 of 108
Each Father's Day Each year I stand beside your grave and think of yesterday,your hand in mine, skipping, laughing, wishing you would stay.But you had other things to do; places you had to be,I never understood why you wouldn't stay with me.My fishing pole was ready to go; the sun was up and bright,a baseball pitch would be s... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Bullies: 2 of 27
BulliesHe looked so sad when he got homeI asked him, You alright?He slowly turned, and faced me,I could see he'd had a fight.Quietly he sat beside mehis hair so curly red,looking up with that black eyehe turned and sadly said.Tell me Pa, I got to know!When you were small like me,what you did and how if feltwhen pushed by som... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life is . . .: 11 of 133
Playing Marbles with GodAt times I ponder how life seems so oddit's like playing a game of marbles with God.The players are all of the people I knowthe marbles are virtues we all should show.God scatters the marbles around in the dustbut the devil adds marbles of sin and lust.We pick and choose, with our shooters take aimas a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Be my Valentine: 3 of 34
I looked and searched for a different wayto say I love you on Valentine's Day.Not with the usual poem with a rhymesaying I'm yours till the end of time.And not just a rose that wilts at day's endor a card with dog-eared edges that bend.But a special way to make you knowhow much I need and love you so.So I looked everywhere bu... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Aging: 9 of 97
USELESS OLD MAN YOU . . . in that mirror, looking back at me.The distorted thing of what used to be.Who are you old man? Why do you stare?Why do you mock me with utter despair? The haunting voices question my past.How did I get here, so old, so fast?The splendor of youth, I no longer enjoythe carefree days of a youthful p... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's journey: 29 of 307
The Road of Life"Come walk with me!" the road is newit's long and winds, "I'll show you".My step is long but do not fearfor time will make it all so clear."Trust in me!" my love is deep,a parents love you'll always keep.Your step will go from short to long,and soon you'll walk so tall and strong.With time and strides less the... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Remembering my grandfather: 2 of 21
Grandpa's RemembranceThe family gathered all aroundto say their last good-byeand Grandpa held back the tearshe didn't want to cry.His step was slow and so unsurehis eyes were red from tearsas Grandpa walked the funeral islehe set aside his fears.For fifty years she'd been therestanding by his sidenever doubting that she loved... More..