POETRY FROM HOME

I promised all of you I would share some of the poetry I have written at home on my PC.  Like I mentioned before, some of it might seem cheesy, or dark and brooding, but it is what came to me at the time.  A writer has to pen what creeps into their soul.  So, try to enjoy these.

The Night

Quiet is the night

Darkness envelops

I hope sleep will come

No tears, no fears

Dreams, no nightmares

Day, a long way off

Eternity in darkness

Random thoughts

Nothing of substance

Just nonsense

I need to love

I need to be loved

Where is love??????????

(by Regina)

 

 

The Party

 Here she lies, deep beneath the flowers
She died as she lived, lonely through the hours

All she ever wanted was someone to call her own
Someone who would love her as she turned to stone

There will be a few who will remember her for awhile
And her memory might even bring them a smile

But soon no one will visit her in her bed of dirt
The only good thing about it is she no longer will hurt

The few that were near her as she left this cruel land
Will say she died of a broken heart, no ring upon her hand

It doesn’t really matter if she is remembered through the years
She’s done, she’s through, she’s already cried her tears

If she had known her hour of death was near
She would have requested no flowers, just a party with some beer

(by Regina)

 

 

NOTHING

No creative juices flow
Should I sit here or should I go

I await the inspiration to hit
So I just continue to sit

Nothing happens, but I stay
I know it will happen sometime today

But alas, no inspiration to write
So I guess I will just say “Goodnight”

(by Regina)

 

 

TRUTH

As the clock struck midnight in the musty old place
She pulled the cover up over her face

Somehow she knew if she looked into the night
She would see faces in the absence of light

These faces were real, but only to her
It was only in darkness they would occur

Oft the faces would evoke terror and fright
Then she would discover their truth in daylight

The faces were hers, distorted through the years
Remnants of her past throughout all the tears

She knew someday she would have to look deep inside
And find the happiness from which she did hide

(by Regina)

 

A House With Character

The old house had cracked walls 
Boards moved and creaked in the halls

Doors would open by themselves
Things would fall off the shelves

Some might say the house was haunted
But I remained quite undaunted

I knew the old place was just full of character
Ghosts and spirits were not a factor

But there were times when it seemed my cat
Would be chasing some ghostly rat

The cracks and creaks made it more of a home
Causing me to be content and not want to roam

I have to admit the two steep staircases
Put my poor legs through their daily paces

Though I know not how I will pay to stay
I can only live my life day by day

I hope and pray to God above
He will envelope me in His love

And let me keep this house of old
Through summer heat and winter cold            

(by Regina)