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Verdi's PoetryVerdi's PoetryMy Poetry has been influenced by events in my life. Due to drug abuse, my mother was not able to take care of me while I was growing up. I lived with her off and on for the first six years of my life. My mother and father were never married and split Articles
Love in Arabia
2007-02-27 09:55:02 It was on a mystic night In an Arab ia n land, We took flight And I gave you my hand. We soared on a magic carpet ride, Through the air and over the seas. We went gliding from hillside to countryside, Not stopping for a place to ease. It was almost dawn, So we headed back, We saw, at play, the fawn, Dancing with grace, not lack. It was a mystic night, In an Arabian land, We took flight And I gave you my hand. Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: Love
Love Child
2007-02-27 09:55:02 Conceived in lust, Born out of wedlock, Love child is what I am, Daddy never married mom. Life was different; I was different from the rest. Misunderstood, Never meant to be. I lived in the shadow of Mother. Mommy, did you know it hurt, How could I live up to you, When you were a prostitute? I hid in the shadow, Behind the guilt, The guilt ruined my life, It changed my outlook on life. No child of mine will be barren, No child of mine will enter this world a bastard, No child of mine will be an outcast, shunned from society, No child of mine will be shamed. Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: Child
Love and Life
2007-02-27 09:55:02 Why does something Perfect Never turn out like it should? Nothing?s ever perfect, That?s just understood. When love and life Seem happy at last, That?s when you find That they?ve scorned your ass. Love seems beautiful But there?s always heartache Life seems full, But it?s always lacking something. Love makes your mind go crazy Which causes your life to be burdened And all the while you smile and pretend That everything?s fine; life will never end. Life ended long ago for you When trouble was much And your heart was blue Which saddens your heart to this day. Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana
Lose Myself in Love
2007-02-27 09:55:02 I want to lose myself in your kiss, Forever, in a passionate embrace. Until the end of time, Let our love be the sweetest crime ever committed. Once I?m lost in the rapture, That heavenly moment of bliss, I?ll forever be yours to hold, In a passionate embrace. And when the sky falls, And darkness rules the land, There will be you and me, Together, through it all. Lost forever, Can?t find my way, But I don?t care, Cuz I?ve got you ?til my dying day. Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: Love , Self , Myself
Lynch Mob
2007-02-26 21:54:15 The taste of blood was on their tongues, The smell of sickness was in their nostrils, Hatred was in their eyes, And Death was written all over their faces. These people found joy in killing. They had prejudged an innocent man. They rubbed their hands together in greedy pleasure, Knowing the terrible job would be done by them. How to kill this man? To hang, most likely, or to shoot, stab, or torture. It didn?t matter, as long as he paid for what he Didn?t do. The angry mob of men, with Death written on their faces, Would ride upon their horses Until they had tracked Their victim down. Once they had beaten him, They?d drag him to a tree, Tie rope around his neck, And pull tight of the rope. They?d laugh and sneer And spit at this innocent man, This innocent man who terrifyingly Hangs dead from a tree. Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is gui...
Caught Up in the Aftermath
2007-02-26 21:54:15 I?m nineteen years old ? this shit happened fourteen years ago, and I?m still reeling from it! I?m caught up in the aftermath! My past looms before me, to constantly remind me of who I am and where I?ve come from. It?s a deathly toll on my self-esteem and future ambitions. Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: Math , After , Caught , Erma , The A
Met its Match
2007-02-26 21:54:15 Love has met its match, You sly little bastard, I?m the one who can live without, I?m the one who doesn?t need it. You can have your Cinderella, And your happy ever after, But hell is where it?s at, No sunshine or laughter. Pain is my game, Can you keep up? Just one slip and you fall, Just one slit and you know the call. Love has met its match, Oh, that horrible, slimy snake! I?m through, I?m through, You devilish bastard, meet your match! Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: Match
My Mama
2007-02-26 21:54:15 My mama she is beautiful, My mama she is wise, My mama has battled through it all, She?s swam through all the lies. My mama she can be deceitful, My mama she can entrance, My mama has forged through life, She?s fought without a chance. My mama she is conniving, My mama she is suspicious, My mama?s pain is traced in her smile, She?s talked her pain to death. My mama she tires, My mama she grows old, My mama has lost her luster, She?s fallen from grace. My mama she is strong, My mama she is aging, My mama can?t hide from the past, She?s moving toward a new life now. Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: Mama
New Day
2007-02-26 21:54:15 I missed it, If there was a cue, I didn?t know. There came a new day, But the new day is through. There came a new day, A reviving day, A day of renewal and rebirth, But the new day was yesterday. I missed it. I waited for it, but I missed it. There came a new day, But the new day was yesterday. Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: New Day
No Place for It
2007-02-26 21:54:15 Love is gone, It made Its wrong. It left without a trace, for I had no place to keep It tame. It was all like a game. Foolish It was, It left me because I had no place in my heart for Love. Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: Place , Lace
Empty Promises
2007-02-26 21:54:15 I?ve been stood up. When I needed your company the most, you abandoned me. I needed your time, your care, your concern, perhaps your love. Just the sound of your voice or the sight of your smile could?ve helped. But what did you do? You promised to rescue me but didn?t come through. I need more than that ? more than a basket full of empty promises. I need stability because I cannot hold myself up. It?s vital that my needs are met, or else I wither into the shadows and refuse to see you at all. Why?d you stand me up? You know I had a rough day ? why didn?t you try to make it better? Tomorrow?s too late ? tomorrow may not come. How dare you leave me hanging! Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: Prom , Promises , Promise , Empty
Fall From Grace
2007-02-26 21:54:15 My whole family is waiting impatiently, at the edge of their seats, itching for me to fall from grace, or stumble or trip over life?s roadblocks, to make some mistake my parents did. And if I blunder, even if it?s just in a minor way, then they can triumphantly sit back and say self-assertively and with satisfaction, ?See ? I told you so ? I knew it would happen all along.” Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: Grace , Fall
Shadow Of Your Parents
2007-02-26 21:54:15 You have no clue what it?s like to live in the shadow of your parents, to bear their guilt, to be burdened with the weight of their mistakes. I?m the daughter of a prostitute and my mother?s blood flows hot in my veins. And yet, all my life, I?ve grown up trying to deny that. There?s a constant war being waged inside of me ? one side is controlled by the austere, sterile, ?I never want to be touched? attitude, which falls hopeless before the other side in a shameful defeat ? the other side which is lust, passion, desire ? the ever-present dark blood! Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: Your , Shadow , Parents , Rent , Parent
Kiss of an Angel
2007-02-26 21:54:15 I try not to look at him, and when I do, I look away before he can get a good look at me. I don?t want to see that look in his eyes that once held me so captivated ? it would hurt too much. I caught a glimpse of that look today, and I remember giving a hopeless sigh and turning away as quickly as I could. I try not to think about him, although the more I try to forget him, the more the thought of him invades my memory. I try to forget the kiss we shared, but how can I when it was the type of kiss I had been craving for years ? one that I?ll only receive once in my life and never again? How can I forget that kiss when it was the kiss of an angel? Maybe it was just his innocence that made that kiss so sweet, and if that?s the case, then I suppose the glory of his kiss will soon fade, so I shouldn?t be disappointed, in that case, then. Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggreg... More About: Kiss , Angel
The House
2007-02-25 09:53:01 The house was a rusted and cracked white color, which had been faded over the years, to where there were stains of yellow. Approaching the house, you could smell straw from the fields, and a rich, almost sickly sweet smell from the weeds. On entering, the screen door would make a whining sound, or a sound much like a simpered screech from a cat. Once through the front door, and around the corner where the kitchen lay, you could almost taste the sugary sweetness of the strawberry shortcake being prepared, or the mellow, smooth flavor of the chocolate cookies baking in the oven. After passing through the kitchen, one must ascend a flight of creeky, uneven stairs to get to their bedroom. The banister, or wall if you preferred to hold on much better, was smooth, but rough and flaky to the touch. The floor beneath your feet was so dry from dirt and scaley from splintered wood, that if you weren?t careful, you could end up with a very painful sliver. Copyright © 2007 Verdi's P... More About: House , Ouse , The House
Salem
2007-02-25 09:53:01 The whole town is hysterical and alive with a new terror that worries everyone. Witchcraft is believed to have crept through our quiet, peaceful town of Sale m Village. Dozens of women are dragged away from their homes and families, day after day, accused as being witches. Even though I am only fourteen years old, I still fear walking in town on errands, afraid that someone will call out upon me. Mother tells me to have a strong soul, prayerful heart and deaf ears to what peoples? gossip is, and that God will see us through. Every night after I?m in bed, my mother will check on me to see if I?m asleep. At these times, I always pretend that I am. She?ll then go out to the kitchen and discuss what?s been going on in town with Father. Every night I doze into sleep listening to the frightful stories of what?s been happening to our towns? women. And every morning when I wake up, I fear to even go out of the house. I pray that neither Mother nor I are declared as witches at our tow... More About: Salem
Ghost
2007-02-25 09:53:01 I must tell you of the most fascinating, intriguing dream I have ever dreamt. And this dream, so perfect and precise, which I have dreamt every night for the past month or so, has an eerie gloom and mysterious darkness that I cannot quite pin point. The dream I have dreamt for so many nights, was about a pleasant looking, antique farmhouse. The tall house stood out among the green, ample lawn and discrete, bright flowers. There seemed to be a good two hundred acres of farmland that surrounded three of the four sides of the house. The fourth side provided a small front yard and a road. On this farm, there were no animals, but vegetation instead. The plants were abundant, green and healthy looking. Everything was appealing and looked very delicious. Everything seemed to be content in the quietude of this dream and this farm, but there was something, unfamiliar, yet very plain, that clung heavily to the air. An essence of something like a fragrantly strong perfume surrounded th... More About: Ghost , Host
Stay In My Heart
2007-02-25 09:53:01 I don?t want to let go of you, But you won?t stay, You keep slipping away. Why won?t you stay in my heart, Safe and sound, Where you belong? I just want to assure that you won?t run away, That you?ll stay locked inside my heart forever, And that I can count on your love. Don?t forget me, Remember that I?m the one who cares, Stay in my heart and know that I love you. If you could feel my love, then maybe you?d stay, Or if I could know that you?d never leave me, I?d see how I could trust you to stay. Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: Hear , Heart
Showeraphobic
2007-02-25 09:53:01 No joke. Show ers are scary. Have you ever taken a shower that isn?t part of a bathtub, but really just a small four by four foot cubicle that has an etchy, frosted glass door? When you look through the glass door, things look distorted and blurry. It?s hard to really know for certain just what?s in your bathroom, other than your pile of clothes on the floor. Being afraid of spiders as well, it?s horrifying to think that, as you have your eyes closed and are rinsing the suds from your face, a big, fat, hairy spider decides to crawl across your pruned toes. Obviously you can?t see a thing, so you?re given no forewarning of a creepy-crawly spider coming on. And believe me, I?ve heard stories of people who have had a friendly visit from their spider foes while taking a shower; it?s not a myth?it could happen. Now, I?m not afraid of clowns?or smirfs, for that matter, but have you ever wondered if evil smirfs and clowns exist, and whether or not they are watching you as you tak... More About: Howe , Shower , Erap
So Amazing and Wondrous
2007-02-25 09:53:01 To me you are so generous and giving So perfect and pure So loving and caring So kind and understanding So helping and compassionate So willing and sharing So wonderful and beautiful So warm and protective So full of happiness and laughter So much of being the one and only So talented and gifted So cute and innocent So amazing and wondrous So dreamy and lovely So friendly and wanting So unforgettable and everything. I know all this about you Even though we have only met once. So extraordinary! Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: Amazing
Sorry I Lied
2007-02-25 09:53:01 I?m sorry I lied But I?m going through a hard time. I never meant to cause you pain But now you know what it?s like to play the game. You open up You?re out of luck. And so you suffer And nothing ever gets any better. You swim in a sea of endless pain No victories ? you never win. You lose And it costs your life. Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: Lied , Sorry
The Heart I Bear is Misshaped
2007-02-25 09:53:01 The heart I bear is misshaped, Disguised to a point that you can?t tell what it is. It became this way because of the love it possessed. The love I had was misshaped. It disguised itself as something sweet, Something I wanted. In the end, I found that I was wrong, And that love was deformed. It was so deformed that I couldn?t tell what it was, So I accepted it blindingly. Turns out, I suffered for my mistake. Or rather, love was so deformed, That I thought it looked like something it was not. I?ve learned my lesson well. Love seemed to be in the shape of a heart, But it was blurry around the edges, And looked more like something sharp and painful. Because I was blind, I didn?t know where to go. I stumbled and fell. My path went unseen because I lost the will to see. I gave up my sight when I ventured for love. Now I realize I was wrong And a broken heart is what I?m left with. Never seeing again, I can?t trust to love, So I remain, ever truly, a suffering fool. And so the heart I be... More About: Hear , Heart , Miss , Shape , Bear
The Bond of Friendship
2007-02-25 09:53:01 It means the most to have a friend That?s always there for you in the end. No matter what you befall, You?ll always have your friend to call. Whether you need someone to dry your tears Or someone to banish your fears, Have no doubt, for a friend is near, One, to you, that is so dear. You?ll grow old and this life will weigh you down, But, with friends, you?ll go through life without a frown. You?ll laugh and sing, You?ll share memories of everything. You care and love each other That your friendship is like no other. A special bond holds you tight, Even when you quarrel and have a fight. But friends, to us, mean so much That without them we would crush. We need our friends to see us through When we?re glad or feeling blue. So keep your friends close to heart And you can be sure you?ll never part. Copyright © 2007 Verdi's Poetry. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty... More About: Friends , Friendship , Bond , Friend , Ends
The Daughter of a Prostitute
2007-02-25 09:53:01 What does it mean? How must I live up to it? Memoirs of a geisha, Heck, I can beat that. Mommy, you must have lost your way. You tripped and stumbled, You didn?t know what to say. So you kept your mouth shut and spread your legs instead. It got you far. My beautiful mother, it did you well. Look at your life and smile. I hope you?re happy. You got so caught up in your past, The hell people gave you. Did you ever once stop to ponder, What you caused for me? It was hard, to stand beside you And watch as men looked at you the way they did. Mommy, was it fun? Why did you have to drag me through it? I was making promises to boys when I was five. Mommy, I wasn?t even supposed to know! Tell your boyfriends not to flaunt their body parts in front of me, And Mommy, please! put your shirt back on! I?ll scream, I?ll put up a fight! I demand you to act decent. But I was a kid, merely five: why would you waste your time Listening to your daughter, who was more wise than you? Close the door, I?m ... More About: Daughter , Prostitute , The D , Prost , Rosti
Ode to a Lover
2007-02-16 21:50:01 I shared my dreams with you. My dreams of you. You smiled, you cared. You said you shared the same dreams too. Now that I gave up all Now that we have the chance You sit on your idle ass And refuse to be with me at all. I thought you cared I thought my smile meant a lot But I guess you led me on And dragged me through hell for fun. God sees my tears And knows the pain in my heart. The angels weep in my sadness Knowing I’ve been hurt. You can’t take back what you’ve done So say nothing at all Let me lick my wounds, the wounds you gave me And stop dreaming and leading me on. Copyright © 2007 *~Verdi~*. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: Love , Lover , Over
A Wish for Valentine?s Day
2007-02-16 21:50:01 In dreams so sweet, Almost too sweet to tell, An angel did deliver you And my insecurities fell. You were but a dream Deceitful, it’s true But so predictable, I fell hard for you. Your kisses so sweet, Your passion was fire You held me so close But the affair became dire. Your love turned cold Your kisses grew sour Displaced was your charm, Your Enchantment drained out. I felt so low, You had delivered a nasty blow, Confused, you claimed to be, While I was led on blindly. But no matter how You may have treated me, I plead to your heart To let our love be. This is my rhyme, My plea in disguise, To see if it’s in your heart, To be my Vale nti ne ? Copyright © 2007 *~Verdi~*. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: Wish , Lent
Should Have
2007-02-16 21:50:01 I should have known That you’d break my heart in two I should have known That you’d leave me full of misery. I should have known That loving you would give me an incurable disease. I should have known That you never cared. I should have known That you meant hate - not happiness. I should have known That I’d get nowhere with you. I should have known That you didn’t love me. I should have known But I didn’t want to. Copyright © 2007 *~Verdi~*. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana More About: Have , Should
I Do?
2007-02-16 21:50:01 The curtains are drawn The lights are dimmed. The room is filled with the memory of you. I sit in this room That’s dark and dank And think of you. As I ponder I wonder why The world passed us by. Could we have made it? Why didn’t we give it a try? Now we’ll never know. Voices are calling, everything’s ready. People are waiting The ceremony is about to begin. I take a breath Say a prayer And get up to take my leave of the dark room. As I leave, I hope to leave behind The memory of you. Copyright © 2007 *~Verdi~*. This Feed is for personal non-commercial use only. If you are not reading this material in your news aggregator, the site you are looking at is guilty of copyright infringement. Please contact legal@verdispoetry.com so we can take legal action immediately.Plugin by Taragana
I Am
2007-02-16 21:50:01 I am like the snake Who gets spit at and stepped on. I am like the mule Who is called a jackass. I am like the rock Who gets beaten against another rock Or tossed away and drowned in the sea. I am like the dead crow on the side of the road. That you don’t give a second thought to. I am like the human being Who has suffered and died more than once. I am like the human being Who has been torn from her existence And forced to live in purgatory and exile. I am the human being Who has been treated like so many bad things. And I wish I were the person Who meant so much to you. I wish I were the person Who you treated you as a human being. Who you loved with all your life. I wish I were the person Who you’d give anything to_to keep me happy. I wish I wer the person Who you think of and dream of constantly. And I am the person Who you would never admit these feelings about, Even if they were true, I am the person Who you have treated like so many bad things. Copyright © 20...
My Heart
More articles from this author:2007-02-16 21:50:01 I can’t bear love, Or stand to have it, Yet I know it’s something I want. My heart stings, love itself stings. I try to restrain myself from giving in, I’m unreserved in my opinion of love. My heart crumbles when you touch it, Love itself makes it bleed, I hold nothing precious in my heart. My heart is one big hole, Nothing is contained in it. My heart is empty, and this emptiness makes it hurt and ache. My heart is cold like clay. Dark like the night and motionless. My heart does not beat, Or rise up in joy. Nothing moves in my heart. My heart is immoveable, Staying stagnant inside my chest. A bosom without love never rises with it. My heart bleeds, Because of the pain, Make it stop before my life is through. My heart wants your love, But finds it so hard to get, So I go on dying. Dying slowly, That’s what I do, All because I can’t have you. Or is it really you want, Do I dare to accept love, and all its pains, Or should I remain paralyzed and motionle... More About: Hear , Heart 1, 2, 3 |
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