The Poetry Review

Ready For Us

dpoetry1 — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 20:19:14 +0000

I guess I don’t hear your feelings and refuse to see your words
Maybe it’s a distance between your heart and my ear and now the gap has you concerned

I take shots of problems and chase them with more and more issues to feel the burn
Drowning in my sorrows so tomorrow is years away teach me to love today cause I’m ready to learn

Sweet thoughts of you I found on my mantel in the urn
I’m ready to resurrect the essence of you like Lazarus and get back again what we once had, but I know it’s a slow process because your trust must be earned

We go to war but we cut with tongues
I want to walk out but I run back in, hoping you’ll come

I can see it but I don’t feel the sun
I hope the moon will alter the state we are in to bring us back to where we begun

When we were one or when we were on the same page
I get glimpses of you but when I get within inches or two your image just fades

Why do I sometimes speak so abruptly?
Why is it that you can love someone so much but speak hurtful words so comfortably?

I don’t want to envision you…I want to see you
I don’t want you…at this point I need you

I can’t see me without you so being alone I don’t want to see a preview
I want to take you so deep into my heart that if I’m wounded by love I’ll bleed you

If I hurt you I don’t mean to I want to be the one you lean to, the one you trust
I’m trying to say in my own way that I can let you be you, but make room for me too because I am ready for us

Poetic Design

dpoetry1 — Tue, 18 May 2010 11:41:44 +0000

My words appear like apparitions with hopes to give clarity to my definition

Manifested into physical form commanded to be before I existed

Tragedies I lived it I felt pain so tremendous

My eyes hide the depths of my lows inside but I strive cause I know the difference between me and time is that time is endless

It’s a continuous movement I am in need of improvement

But I pray everyday but still awake in confusion

Is peace an illusion? I thirst for it, so is it my mirage

Cause when things go wrong trouble seems to be all pieced together like a collage

But it doesn’t seem so artistic; it draws me closer to the brink

I thought I knew myself until I paid me a visit now I don’t know what to think

The lust for things won’t allow me to trust my dreams

Because I want what I want right now so I’m stuck in between

Material things, love of her and the love of me

And being alone sucks I guess that’s why misery loves company

What does life want from me or rather what can I give

I see a bright future in front of me so that’s why I must continue to live

I’m trying to soar sky high like the spirits above

I’m a mixture of all of earths craziest shit held together by heartache, stress, laughter, pain and love

I want to resurrect dead souls through the lines that I write

So I put my heart in verse and hope to give a pulse so my poems will breed life

If my thoughts could give insight then the fight inside

Will be not in vain so ink will bleed out of my veins into the process of written poetic design

I will then free my mind

And it will be written it was done all by poetic design

No One Will Listen

dpoetry1 — Mon, 08 Mar 2010 19:33:38 +0000

I hear her dreams when she thinks No One Will Listen

I look into the silence of her eyes so I can see her hidden vision

I know life’s pain has her staying guarded so in her heart she’s clinch fisted

Struggling to breathe because she’s drowning in this living

In all she’s giving until her heart broke now she staggers

Walks alone because she feels things now don’t matter

But after the pain eases you may learn to find your laughter

It won’t be easy but trust me the pieces of your broken heart you’ll learn to gather

So she asked a question I guess it’s a cliché “Where do Broken Hearts Go”

I told her the answer to that is unknown but life has shown that with time it can

Relearn to grow

Even though the tense sits on time

For the want to love is the lust in us which can easily blind

So free your mind let go of the past

Because broken hearts are also the cause of broken dreams they seem to go hand and hand

Don’t lose who you are to be who you once where, in that is something revealing

Because it’s the search similar to someone addicted to something, it’s the search for that first feeling

That first high or that first adrenaline rush so now you’re overwhelmed by the fear to trust

To seek out what you had but your feelings felt then will only be felt once

When is it enough and you start from the beginning

To restart is not the ending it’s the first step in your heart mending

So without pretending or without pretense

Let go of the baggage because one man does not represent all men

And when or if then you’re ready to move forward I’ll take position

I’ll be the man you need me to be…I’ll be the man who is me…I’ll

Be the man who heard your dreams when you thought No One Will Listen

I Am

dpoetry1 — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 18:55:39 +0000

I’m learning more about the me I’ve become to be

Because in my youth, truthfully the me I’ve become wasn’t the me I had in mind and I thought I pictured things perfectly

But uncertainty can change perception reflection can change direction

And a search to be perfect can expose every imperfection

Life lessons can bare scars like birth leaves its mark

Its like a road map I can gauge were I am at by looking at the point I had to start

Sometimes I walk in the dark and pray my thoughts are luminescent

And if I can love with one unbroken heart then I will know I received a blessing

Let it be etched in my soul and expose life’s truths

My rendition of the song of life may not sound the same as you

But are they not both real, I cannot stand still and sing songs

So I strive to live right so I won’t die dead wrong

Cause once you’re gone you’re gone so I fight and stay strong

I hold stress on by back like Atlas was doomed to uphold the heavens all his life long

As I go on its so much I saw and yet so much more to see

It’s so much I know but I know I don’t know everything, my concern is that I don’t get wrapped up in complacency

It’s a dangerous thing to become complacent you have to press on

Because stagnated thoughts give birth to new ideas that are stillborn

Won’t breathe or grow they just are and may lack form

Depth of perception so you will have intent without the will to perform

I seek shelter in storms but some times stand in the rain

I like to feel the sun on my face but at times I seek shade

I need answers and until then I have to cope

I write poems and read letters and recite quotes

On that note I resurrect my dead hope and as a man

I’m learning more about the me I’ve become to be provoking me to rejoice in the knowing that… I Am

Your Home

dpoetry1 — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 21:06:38 +0000

She’s tired of playing house and wants a man that’s grown

So I had to let her know any women dealing with me, my appetite for love is so strong I might eat you out of house and home

Take you to places unknown and I’ll kiss your mind with such intensity

I’ll leave lip imprints on your thoughts like braille so I can always feel each memory

My lust is for love not a lover physically

But someone I can get deep into and connect with her core mentally

And once that’s in place then I can embrace her, never replace her

Walk through the wilderness for 40 years for a chance to taste her

I want to bathe in her gaze and let each look cleanse me

I could get lost in her eyes cause without her the world would seem empty

She’s my remedy to the world’s blues

Soft eyes and strong heart so when I get weak she will lift me up like “I got you”

“Here is my shoulder and I will be a rock for you”

If life ills get to me she will say, “I will be there to doctor you”

So every waking day I put my heart on display

Cause I’m not looking for a yes girl but I’m awaiting a strong woman with something to say

I’m strong in my manhood so I’ll cherish her opinion

Let it be understood the only thing above her would be he who is omnipotent

And if it gets cloudy in her mind of how I feel she can be assured

My actions speak for themselves; I will make her heart beat mine so she will then know she is adored

Know she is cared for not taken for granted and with me she can never feel alone

Because she said she is tired of playing house and the words spoke from my soul to be uttered by my mouth is, “come make my heart your home”

I Write This for Someone

dpoetry1 — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 16:33:54 +0000

I write this for that girl who is always trying to fit in

Who can’t stand life, is unsure of her worth and can’t stand the fit of her own skin

Society keeps telling her she is not pretty enough because she is not thin

So she fights between whether things will get better or if she should bring things to an end

I write this for that boy who never was told

It’s not about how many girls you get it’s about that special one that you won’t let go

It’s easy to tell lies and to always creep

But being a man is more than being a boy who acts manly so make your word mean something when you speak

I write this for that person who just can’t wait

Because they are so afraid of being alone they don’t know themselves because they can’t exist without a mate

Keep on striving and learn self analyzation

You don’t need to be completed by someone else you are a perfect creation

I write this for that person with so much on their mind

They have so much going on and in life it’s never enough time

Slow down and live in the moment don’t rush because that quick, it can be over

Before you can move mountains chip away at your problems move pebbles, rocks then boulders

I write this for any one whose soul gets agitated whose spirit gets rocked

Whose dreams were deflated and whose fight to move on has stopped

Don’t settle for less but strive for the best for the best is yet to come

So I write this for the one feeling hollow whose life is filled with sorrow

I need you to keep your head up so I write this for someone

Words

dpoetry1 — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 03:54:42 +0000

I like to watch bright stars etched into an indigo skyline

Imprint visions of you as I reminisce of the time gone by

From my mouth to gods ear the distance seems a lifetime

So I write and hold the words to the sky hoping he will read them

Looking for signs

Catching glimpses of visions seeing you and I in new dimensions

Holding on to you like there is no tomorrow with my heart bearing your soul as an inscription

I guess that means she touched me in a way that is unknown

So the search for my soul mate continues until she shows

I write down fragments of what I imagine her to be

So I write down passion an emphatic attraction of what my closed eyes have shown me

I think of rapture I already know the sound of her laughter

I know the grass will be greenest this side so when she comes I will not need to hop the fence then stand lonely and unconvinced after

I’ve made those mistakes before and don’t plan to make those mistakes no more

I plan to be a man and hold her, cherish her and love her like she was praying for

Like she’s been waiting for and like she deserves

But until that time comes I plan to grow as a man so this poem will be more than just words

Wishing

dpoetry1 — Sun, 17 Jan 2010 18:10:56 +0000

My life lay in between peace and a nuclear bomb

Between earth and god in between politics and bloody palms

Between the beginning and ending fall psalms

Looking for the naked truth and fighting against all odds

I’m on vacation everyday; I travel to a computer to do their job

Do I get paid or get robbed because by time the taxes come out and bills get paid what else do you live on

I’m starting to feel like the American Dream is a unicorn

How many go to bed starved it’s hard to stay strong

When we are the most wasteful of all nations bailing out doomed to fail corporations

School systems are failing kids and the good teachers receive no true payment

So kids now days weigh their options on the same scale they weigh their drugs

Streets is graveyards and the corner of the block is the tombstone for some

Wanna be thugs

I need life to give me a hug and let me know everything will be all right

If I could make it until the morning because it’s said he will come like a thief in the night

If I could just have some insight or if you can enlighten

Show some positivity maybe the dark hearts will brighten

So many feel slighted my nightmares occur while I’m awake and that’s frightening

The national debt is still growing so on who are you relying

To bring the debt down to our children’s children what are we giving?

I find this all interesting, but I’m concentrating because now I’m in between

Living comfortably or just merely existing

So I can either go AWOL on life or I can start enlisting

To see a brighter future is all that I’m wishing

Remember

dpoetry1 — Mon, 11 Jan 2010 08:39:46 +0000

Remember four times a crash the ash

The victims the flight staff

The planes the names

The cowards who caused it all may you meet eternal flames

Everyone aboard a nations heart torn

Those who look for the lost & those who must move on

Those who mourn pray for the unborn

May they never go through anything like this their whole life long

Remember the terrorist know of their ignorance for their stupidity proved deadly

They are America’s enemy

Remember lost lives husbands & wives

Sons, daughters, fathers and mothers… remember the times

For life has changed and begun a new

Remember security since that day the first flight that flew

Remember your fears never forget the tears

Pray it is over on our soil and hope we are prepared

Remember the remembrance stupidity will fall to intelligence

Remember always 2001 September 11^th

Sunshine

dpoetry1 — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 18:52:27 +0000

I trace glimpses of her smile then hang them up on my wall

Hoping they’ll become like windows to let sunshine in

I call her sunshine because she has this brightness inside

But she keeps me at arm’s length I still see her potential to light up lives

Despite her own pain and things she has yet to speak

She is destined to be so much more I just am hoping I’ll be around to see

When her eyes open and she then knows

What she is born to do and she does the things she is suppose

And when her potential is reached I can tell her I told you so

Because I just believe in her and its nothing more so I hold

On to her because she is so special someone to be set high

A women in every sense it’s the soft pain of her eyes

A heavy heart and an untold story

A dark tale waiting to arise in bright beams of glory

I tell her don’t worry but in all truth

I don’t know if I would keep my sanity in seeing the things she goes through

So I guess every now and then you have to take a break

Don’t speak or be bothered and find your own private place

But just know you have me to count on if you need don’t hesitate

To reach out just speak out and you will have a friend on the way

So here’s to you because you are one of a kind

Yours truly, Dpoetry and this one is for Sunshine