When time has passed, as time most surely will, and today's seed towers among the trees; When joyous thoughts of you and I do fill my soul and mind as much loved memories;
Only then fierce anticipation cedes, And breathless gasps for long awaited air give way to breaths long-deep, fulling needs. Tomorrow comes, when you are safely here.
Just a day? An eternity for sure! For distance never seems so far as when the end's in sight, and yet, this day endures. Reunited soon, then, slow time; slow, then,
For passing time is not a friend to love, But, hearts shall mend what clocks do suffer of.
There are times I wonder. There are times I don't understand. There are times I want to give up. There are times I just want to disappear.
Then I look at you.
The joy you bring. The love you give. The smile you show.
Then I know. For all my fears and thoughts I would miss what you brought. So when I wonder, don't understand, or want to disappear. All I have to do is look at you.
My sons For both are my life and my reason to stay.
beauty....what a nice poem...always admire someone who have that special talent. Did it take you long to write that? As stated before, this was the only time I had that gift for writing. That breakup was a longtime ago but looking back....I've learned a lot from that experience and have no regrets...
ah... alas the truth unfolds before my eyes. Here we stand to say our good byes. I remember when our eyes first met, We knew the obstacles but did not fret. As the days passed, our love grew strong. In your eyes, I could do no wrong. Now the blind folds are off and reality hits.You toss the towel and call it quits. where are those loving days now? What happened to your vow? Broken promises, that what they all are. Here my heart lays with another scar. Time heals all wounds that's true. Right now, i feel the pain...I'm feeling blue.
I don't consider myself creative but this poem just flowed....Have not been able to write a poem since then.... The ordeal showed me a side I didn't know I had....
I just won an international poetry contest, and would love to start a chat where everyone can dedicate a poem to someone they love, or lost...please feel free to express yourself. My poem will be published in Eternal Portraits in "2006" My love for poetry puts my body in motion.....LOL
shaebutter write: Ok..I just want to know if you took your meds or just having a bad day...Black women, trying to be white and white women trying to be black..we are all......will not repeat such a blatant disrespect to your ignorance, but will end it by saying God bless you on your endeavors. Both sound mind and insane..
You are right,please forgive me,,You are a sexy animal,judgeing by the look in your eyes you are blazeing hot,thats why I came here to MM to see women that look like you.A woman glows like a d.a.m Halo when in need of MAN MEAT,your light is blinding,,with that said i'll say goodbye..
Ok..I just want to know if you took your meds or just having a bad day...Black women, trying to be white and white women trying to be black..we are all......will not repeat such a blatant disrespect to your ignorance, but will end it by saying God bless you on your endeavors. Both sound mind and insane..
WrightWoodPT write: I think she thinks you're full of Caca, Holmes
I will have respect for these poet's and remain silent.Poetry is not poetry mix with confusion,good work ladies.It don't matter if i'm a good Poet or not,I love poetry as much as the pro's.
shaebutter write: Tapo, if i may call you that for short...thank you for the kind words. I have been writing since I was 10. My poems was stolen and recorded with songs by a famous singer. I just recently started back. I love the arts and I am happy that you love poetry too. Keep doing what you are doing and make lots of money doing what you already will do for nothing at all....peace, love and happiness your way...
Hey friend did'nt you have protection on your creations,Please share the story with us. I have my creations protected,you don't have to spell out name and companies.There are poets out there and songwriter's that can't create anymore because they have partyed hard all thier life and scorched thier brain cells so now they have to steal other people's creations. They know if you have protection on your creations or not,they can check with the Libaray Of Congress for this info.
Tapo, if i may call you that for short...thank you for the kind words. I have been writing since I was 10. My poems was stolen and recorded with songs by a famous singer. I just recently started back. I love the arts and I am happy that you love poetry too. Keep doing what you are doing and make lots of money doing what you already will do for nothing at all....peace, love and happiness your way...
Beauty your words are wonderful, and truly coming from your heart. I hope that you keep expressing yourself through poems, you are a natural and you have a gift...ty
beautynbrains4u write: Why hide beneath a mask presenting only fragments of truth of our authentic selves? Glimpses revealed to others fleetingly, then quickly retreating into safety again. When flinging the doors wide open we breathe new life into our otherwise confining space.
Wow I love your poems friend these are just great I sure love a good poet.Thanks a million for shareing your creations you are very talanted,god bless.
Topatoya Lumbee Indian Lost as the Tribes of Israel ------------------------------- If It's Not Different,,It's Not Your's
This is a poem I wrote for my mother god rest her soul.She showed my how to respect the spirit of life,even after her death...........
This is a song soon to be recorded
((( Another Cheating Game ))) by Topatoya,,,all rights reservedxxxxxx
I heard mama say to daddy I can't take this anymore, with tears in her eyes mama reached for the door, and said all those nights he was with the boys son he was lieing to me. ==============
It's just another cheating game son that your daddy plays another cheating game he plays on me. ==============
daddy got mad and punched a hole in the door I heard him curesing poor mama he called mama a W-hore mama grabbed her suitcase looked at me and said boy are you coming with me,because ===============
It's just another cheating game son that your daddy plays another cheating game he plays on me. =============== Then mama said son he's still cheating on me He thinks i'm to stupid and to blind to see She said I tryed to be the best wife I could be but he would'nt change and then mama said to me. ===============
It's just another cheating game son that your daddy plays another cheating game he plays on me. ===============
Mama said son are you coming with me,i'm tire of liveing in this misery,she said this ain't the way true love suppose to be he'll never change and then mama said to me. ===============
It's just another cheating game son that your daddy plays another cheating game he plays on me.......
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Topatoya Lumbee Lost as the Tribes of Israel _________________ If It's Not Different..It's Not Your's
shaebutter write: I just won an international poetry contest, and would love to start a chat where everyone can dedicate a poem to someone they love, or lost...please feel free to express yourself. My poem will be published in Eternal Portraits in "2006" My love for poetry puts my body in motion.....LOL
Hello,congradulation friend this is great news.I would love to hear your poem sometime.I notice how people here avoid others by not replying.I wish you the best friend and I hope you become a famous writer and come back here to this forum and tell these stuck up a$$holes about your success goodluck friend and keep writing it keeps the soul in touch with real human being's,,god bless.......
Heres a poem Im putting music to to create a song.I love poetry this is part of that song....--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
((( CRYING ))) By Topatoya all rights reserved
So many night she spent alone She got tired of all my lieing, She Packed her suitcase and now she's gone now i'm the fool here (( CRYING ))
I did'nt know just what I had I broke her heart without even trying, Now I spend my nights alone Now i'm the fool here (( CRYING )).
Lastnight I dreamed that we made love and flowers I was buying Then I woke up from my sleep and found myself (( C.R.Y.I.N.G )).
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Topatoya Lumbee Lost as the Tribes of Israel __________________ If It's Not Different,, It's Not Your's
When time has passed, as time most surely will,
and today's seed towers among the trees;
When joyous thoughts of you and I do fill my soul and mind as much loved memories;
Only then fierce anticipation cedes,
And breathless gasps for long awaited air give way to breaths long-deep, fulling needs.
Tomorrow comes, when you are safely here.
Just a day? An eternity for sure!
For distance never seems so far as when
the end's in sight, and yet, this day endures.
Reunited soon, then, slow time; slow, then,
For passing time is not a friend to love,
But, hearts shall mend what clocks do suffer of.