Here is were I will put all my poems that I have written and that I have read on ME.

Someone

Someone out there is waiting for me.
Someone who loves me, cares, and dreams of me.
Someone who will take care of me when all goes wrong.
Some hold on to when the tides come in.
Someone to share my secrets within.
Someone that has dreams like mine.
Someone who cares about life but isn’t bold.
Someone strong but kind.
Someone who is willing to find who they truly are inside.
Sometimes we find those like this and sometimes we don’t....that is just how life is.

Help

We hope some day that the world will be simple.
We hope that everything will go smooth,
But sometimes that doesn’t happen.
Sometimes we need to let go and let life go on as it was meant to be.
We need to spread our wings and sore with the air not fight it.
We need to go with the water downstream, not up stream.
It doesn’t always work out this way.
It doesn’t always turn out that way.
Every once in a while we need to go against the current.
Once in a while we need to go beyond what we are capable of and stretch our wings to the fullest.
This time comes to some easily,
Others it comes hard.
We need to stick together,
And help those in need.
We need to fight our battles, but we may need help.
We shouldn’t be embarrassed to come to others,
And ask them for help.
We should feel safe at all times,
And not intimidated by those who curse us.
We need to stand strong and together.
We need to help each other in any way.

Protection

They ride in lines, they ride side by side.
They are all thinking different things,
But they are all heading to the same place.
Serving their Lord, protecting their families.
Protecting their land from those who betray them.
Protecting what they think, and no one can change,
What they think is right and what they think may not be a mistake.

They head to war in the thousands.
They head to battle to fight those who forsake them.
They do not know what is to come.
They only follow their leader into the setting sun.

They fight with pride and dignity.
They fight until their enemy is slain.
They ride back home with the sun on their backs.
Greeted by those they love and those who care.
Treated with honor, treated fair.
They saved many and those who cared.

Father

The wind howls father,
It’s calling me to fly.
It wants me to fly home father,
Fly all the way home.
There may be some trouble though father,
I may need to stop in the middle.
There may be a storm father,
A storm that will bring me down.
I don’t know how I will get there father,
But I will get there any way I can.
I may be considered naive father,
Naive for going out in this storm on my own.
I will not let anyone stand in my way father.
Fight to the end I will.

This poem is about perseverance to not give up until the duty or job is done.

You Love

I didn’t really know you,
I had only met you a couple times,
But what I saw in you was something I shall hold onto forever.
You taught your children to behave, but had fun in the end.
You loved all your children, and cared for them every day.
You made sure they were happy and well, and
Cared for your husband through sickness and in health.

Things had to change, and it wasn’t a fun time.
Some people say it was for the best,
Others, Why did she have to go?
Neither of these we want to hear,
Even though they are so simple,
There is no true answer to how we feel.

I wrote this for my friends/bf's mother who passed away on March 15th, 2005.

Coal Mining

Going down in the depths,
Working until the boxes are thick,
And coal up to our ankles.
Working until the whistle blows and coming up to
The clean air above.
Breathing in the freshness,
Glad to be out of there.
Going back home and taking a long shower to get the coal off.
Getting up early again the next morning to
Do the same thing,
Only to find out, there has been a cave in.
Having to move to a different area,
In hopes of finding a different spot.
It becomes very old trying to find new places,
But I have to do it in order to get good amounts.
Sometimes we loose men.
Sometimes they are just careless.
And sometimes they are trying to help others,
But end up hurting themselves.
We end up going in grudgingly,
Not wanting to get black lung,
That could eventually kill us.
It becomes a family thing,
To have the sons follow in the same path,
Of mining coal .
They end up dyeing young,
But there is nothing we can do,
It is their choice and theirs alone.
This was written for a science project at school

Doesn't have a name yet.

Lie awake in bed at night,
Thinking of the day to come,
Expecting the worse to happen,
When your love does not come.

Loosing your love is to much to bare,
Ripping my lungs of all their air,
Breaking my heart as though you don’t care.

Wishing to see you in the morning sun,
So all my worries will wash away.

Wash away like the river takes a leaf in its current,
Down to the ocean were it will be free,
Free from the tree it was held by.

I want to be held in your arms and told how much I’m loved,
Loved like the air you breath,
And the food you eat.
Loved more than anything in the world.

The Owl And Coyotes Song

I listen to the owls sing their songs into the night,
Wondering what gives them such a peaceful flute.
Hooting is a specialty for them.

Swooping down into the field bellow,
Catching their meals as they go.

Returning to their nests to rest,
Getting up to catch some food for their young,
Getting a feast would be best.

Coyotes in the distance,
Mixing their cries.
Mixing with the owl,
Maybe going to get a meal.

A meal that will feed it’s pups.
The cry of the mother to the father,
They look to the sky for birds of prey,
Birds that will lead them the way,
To food.

I wrote this at 11pm so it's not the greatest.

A Dragon Mom

They took him in the dead of night,
They took him when the stars were bright.
They went into the forest so quiet and swift,
They didn’t know it, but something draws near,
Something that will make them quack with fear.

A dragon, so big and strong.
A dragon in search of her prey.
With teeth as sharp as sun ray’s,
And claws so big they could take down a quig.

She searches for her egg.
An egg which was stolen from her.
Stolen from her in the dead of night.

This egg is special for in it holds,
The last of its kind,
The last of the dragons,
In the dead of night.

Quigs is an animal from a book that was bigger than a bear with horns sticking out of it’s back. It is very dangerous but very dumb. One way to keep it away from you is by blowing a dog whistle or a very high pitched whistle.

Nothing

What have you done?
Where have you taken him?
My love, my sweet sweet love.
He is gone from me.
He has gone to the pits of hell were he cannot return.
He cannot come back, he can only stay there.

I don’t know why he did what he did,
I don’t know why he couldn’t swallow his pride.
But it has been done, and cannot be broken.

I wish we could go back in time.
I wish I could have stopped him.
I wish many things, but in this case none will come true,
None of my wishes, my hopes, and my dues.
Nothing will help.

I wrote this one when i was down, if you can't tell hehe. ;)