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 Apr 2016 Ronney
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You need not ask,
I'll go
Wish you well.
 Apr 2016 Ronney
Daylight 4U2C
My friends call me nice,
You call me a ****.
My friends treat me well,
You treat me like dirt.
So tell me again why blood is thicker than water,
And how I must give you full respect because I'm ONLY your daughter.
Educate me on the ways of the ancient wise ancestors,
Who respected so highly each our freedom's brave molesters'.
Keep telling me how youth breaks governmental laws,
And how if you're older- then you're better than your teenage boss.
How the world CAN'T be mine until I'm 25 and I'll ONLY be as good as you were for as long as I'm alive.
Oh please, keep telling me how live is,
And the 'natural way'.
Keep subliminally crying out these words to me,
Trying cheat me of my say.
Because maybe you do have the elder wisdom lodged between your ears,
But BETTER, WISER, MODERN men, know wisdom isn't based by our developmental years.
Comments? Hearts? Suns?
 Apr 2016 Ronney
Cody Haag
Babbling like a fool,
Proving myself a tool,
I see judgment in those eyes,
I know I am despised.

My mouth closes then,
This is not my friend.
They think I am dumb,
I feel oh so numb.

Mouth, know your place,
It is inferior, like your face.
Please, get in line,
That disdain is a sign.

Speaking is not meant for me,
I am a total freak.
They know it on sight,
My chest is so tight.

Put me out of my suffering,
Their judgment is puncturing.
Their eyes are deadly blades,
I wish that I could fade.
I don't think any of these thoughts are good, and I'm not trying to spread negativity to readers of this poem. I'm simply portraying the thoughts that cross my mind when I am put into social situations.
I will apply your benevolent nature to my own grandchildren the remainderĀ of my days
Instill your wonderful insight on Early Girl tomatoes ,
Sassafras Sun tea , love of family , Fig and Apple
trees
How a smile can say so much , a perfect word with -
a timely , gentle touch
The first week of July in the Blackberry thickets ,
bumper crops of sweet Georgia peaches , homemade -
ice cream and Watermelon evenings
Weekends filled with wonder and love of the natural world
Homemade kites , fried Sweet potato pies , picnic lunches
at Jackson Lake
For country music Saturdays , 'Tall Tales' , hometown Honey and Cathead biscuits
Copyright April 17 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Apr 2016 Ronney
Linni Krieg
I think in weights and measures
to fit into your perfect frames
I swear I'll never be like you
I'd rather die then be like you
How come you always left
Your child is now a has been
How come you overheard the crying for help
Why didn't you care?
This is the highest that I've been
Don't you ever drag me down
Don't come back now
You were never around
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