get my poems published

left me behind
when i was just 9
blowen my mind
every time, I write these rhymes
lookin back fuck those times
so
I write this rhyme
and
drop it on a dime
ya wish I had those times
but
I’m doing just fine

E.Music

Chasing a dream or living a lie?
Makes me so sick sometimes I could cry.
Going each week-day by day,
and usually the grief is not worth the pay.
I think it’s ironic—
when your young all you want to do is grow and once you did,
you wish you could just go back to being a kid.
Life is what you make it or so it has been said,
and full of possibilities I am sure you were fed.
is it to late to restart-is repleated in my head,
hurry up before you last life is dead,
and then you only have yourself to blame.
Sorry I wasn’t taught how to play this game.

hey i wrote a poem, what do you guys think of it
Last night i dreamt of you you held me in your arms saying you loved me as i try to hold back that tears that are over flowing my eyes i love you too he pulls me closer harder to breather his arms griped tight around me the smell of you over whelming me as i stand on my tip toes you lean down pressing your soft lips to mine my heart skips a beat i wake up all that surrounds is darkness i dreamt of you of us for the first time i felt safe. well what do you guys think good bad okay, please tell me

Daddy,This place is so empty
I can hear ever creek and sound
Silence is everwhere around
All but the soft cry,from my son
Daddy i’m so alone
Can’t I just come home

Daddy,its Christmas time now
Every creek and sound is now a christmans carol
Silence is killed by the friends talking
My son misses his grandpa,He asks”Mommy,
why don’t I know my grandpa”My heart drops
Daddy I’m empty with you gone
Can’t you just come home

Daddy,i’m dying now
every creek and sound is near
Silence is nothing compared to this
My son never knew his grandpa,
now he’s losing mommy
Daddy he’s all alone,my emptyness is beyong
this life
Daddy please,watch my son for my time
has come

My body feels weaker than ever before
Why did that mean beautiful thing
have to do that to me.
My mind is just full of more things now.
Did I do something to deserve this?
Am I a bad person?
So many questions with no answers.
Cant anyone help me
Cant anyonw answer all the questions
What did I do to have this happen to me.

I wrote a poem for my english class. The assaignment was a song of myself, basically just write a free verse poem about all the positives of yourself. Tell me what you think plz.

The Rock

I love and respect myself,
I don’t let others put me down,
I show pride for who I am,

I am an easy going guy,
I am nice to those who deserve it,
I am an ass to those who want to be.

I stride for my best and always will,
I keep my head up no matter what,
Never wanting to go back in time and fix my mistakes.

I am faithful to the one who created me,
I follow the path the lord has laid before me
With the best of my abilities.

I am a follower and a leader,
I will follow those who lead and
Lead those who follow.

I am a listener,
I step back and look at it from different views,
I understand what you say and how you feel,
I will say what needs to be said.

My personality will remain the same
As years pass by,
Only changing ever so slightly.

As I sit here and cry i asked you why,you said it wasnt my time. As I started to see the light i hear a cry. She screams why god please dont let her die.I finally opend my eyes to see the light I told them i wanted to die so i could be with my guy.They said he’s gone and passed away but you will be okay so that night i started to cry so i take my last breath as i say goodbye then i die….....tell me what you guys thought if it was okay good or if it just sucked please and thanks

Butterflie love Sugarflies, But never tell white lies

Sierra is a beautiful little girl of seven
She would always ask me about God and Heaven
And at the age of seven

Sarah a sister of 3
Was always busy
As a sister could be
She fell one day
And scrapped her knee
But always knew daddy would be there
And comfort me
At the age of three

The love of these two
Would cause a many to wonder
How, who, and where
Two sisters could have so much love for one another

There daddy would show
Each and everyday
Just how much I loved them in everyway
He would tell them about Butterflies
He would tell them about Sugarflies
But always reminded them
Never tell white lies

Daddy would rock them
Sing to them
Comfort them
Just like a daddy should
Butterflies are free to fly
Sugarflies are young and old
They are everywhere
They were told

Sierra would ask
Daddy when can we catch a Sugarfly
Daddy would always say
Sugarflies are here. There, and everywhere
And like Santa Claus
They know everything about you two

Sarah would ask
When can we catch a Butterfly
I want to see one
I want to hold one

Sierra would add
They sound so sweet
They sound so cute

Daddy would always say
When you look at Butterflies
So sweet
So cute
Always pray for a Sugarfly
And never tell white lies
One day you will see
How true I was
And have your very own Sugarfly

And on that day
A butterfly will touch your heart
It will be awesome
It will be cool
And not try to trick you
Cause you’re not a fool

Butterflies are God’s creation
And so are you girls
But remember
Never tell white lies

The day will come
And you will see
How much you mean to me
Something sweet and oh so true
Will make you happy and not feel blue
It may have even told you
Many times before
How much I love you

Yes Sierra and Sarah I am a Sugarfly

Your dad,

Sitting in my head
trying to find what’s real
is it this?
or this another dream?

My faith has kept me going
through this broken world
I wish I could make it better
but no matter how hard I try
it all seems to be the same

Some days
I question my actions
wondering if I really
have that right
to tell them all it’s ok

They have so many questions
and sometimes I wonder
if I truly know the answers
Trying so hard
to keep them hope
hope that will last
hope that will make it better

Sitting here
trying to remember who I am
trying to remember I’m just like them

I have 2 poems published there.
the book is ready for order as soon as I have some cash I am going to buy myself a copy. what a thing to have my poems published in a book.
If anyone wants to read my poems you can go to www.poetry.com and my poems are under Sarah jane Gilbert and the titles are “WHY” and “The times I miss are the times we shared”.