I Miss you
I remember when we take walks in the park
Running, laughing, feeling free just you and me
You would hold my hand, Sun beaming through the trees
You were always there making faces at me
There were times you had to be firm I know you had to be
I wish I was there when you need me.
Life when out of me, slip through my fingers when I lost you
I really can’t believe I last this long without you
Looking at your pictures it can’t be true, I miss you
About the Creator
Erica v
i started writing poetry two years ago i had so much emotions built up that a had to get it out show people who i am. so this is me
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi7 days ago in Fiction
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This is such an amazing poem!! It reminds me of a poem that I wrote! It is a very touching poem!