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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: Don't ask: 18 of 176
Don't Ask MeDon't ask me if I love you, time has proved my love is true.Don't ask me if I need you; cause my everything is you.Don't ask me where the time has gone; tomorrow's almost here.Don't ask me about tomorrow, for tomorrow's what I fear.Don't ask me to reminisce; the time that's passed us by.Don't ask me to remember; I... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Gifts: 5 of 47
NO GIFTS FOR ME!No roses red, or candy sweet,No blanket of flowers at your feet.No words of love to shed a tear,No songs of love for you to hear.No valiant Knight upon a steed,No poet with a verse to read.No bubbly wine or candle light,No special hugs or kiss tonight.No gifts of any kind you said,Perhaps you think my love is ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Forgive me: 5 of 45
Forgive MeI sometimes sit and wonderwhy I say the things I do.The cruel and thoughtless things I sayI know are hurting you.My ups and downs and turn aroundsare like a carnival ride.I'm sure you think I am aDr. Jeckel and Mr. Hyde.I ve chipped away the pillarsthat hold high your love for me.Demanding things of little valuethat... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Only memories: 3 of 27
Old MemoriesMemories of joy, sadness and fearcrowd my mind from our yester-year.The times we've laughed, the tears shedthe words of love, left unsaid.Family and friends, a last good-bye.Aged photographs, tears for the eye.Our paths turn in the final bendour earthly dreams spiral and end.Too soon our time will pass awayowning ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Let me go: 2 of 18
Let me Go Her room was on the second floorhe painfully climbed the stairs.With heavy heart, his mind was numbwith daily burdened cares. ICU is a lonely place smiles are never shared.Tears are all too common thereand everyone looks scared. She'd been there for several weeksperhaps she's slipping away.He tried so hard to convi... More..
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Love: 6 of 53
Dearest Darling,Twenty-five years ago you and I took the vows of Holy Matrimony. In front of God and a church full of friends and relatives we vowed . . For better or worse, in sickness or in health, for richer or poorer, till death us do part. We both knew the commitment had no money back guarantee, no magic potion, and no f... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lost souls: 14 of 120
Lost That damn clock keeps ticking my life awaylike the heart in my chest, day after day.What keeps them going, I don't understand?The heart in my chest, the clock on the stand. There is nothing left for me to live for,since the love of my life, lives no more.She's no longer here to hold me at nightshe promised everything w... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a child: 20 of 165
Little Boy BlueHe ran with a limp, my Little Boy Blueas I bent to give him a hand,his words flowed, open and warmas I listened to every command.Hold me and tell me just once morehow someday I'll run that race.I'll run as fast as everyone elsecause I won't need a brace.I scooped him up in my arms so tightand threw him high in ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: For my child: 7 of 57
Child of my ChildChild of my child, love of my loveyour soul belongs to God above.A precious miracle so wondrous to seethe child of the child of my love and me.So precious to hold, to love, to shareto teach God's way in heavenly prayer.To hear you laugh, to see your delightto tuck you in your bed at night.To share your joys a... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Swing: 1 of 8
The Swing"Push me Grandpa", his voice beckoned methe day nearly done, and I was wearybut persistence won, and he grinned ear to earit's hard to believe how he grew that year.The daylight was fading, with a voice like a birdhe knew all our songs, every last word.As long as I pushed him, the songs would flowthis grandson of min... More..