PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

NIGHTMARES FROM A CHILD


Pain is the corner stone that drives the weary eyes to shadows...

Hunger no longer haunts your stomach for your soul it no longer eats...

Weeps that once graced your face with salt filled teardrops turn to dust and seise to bless your soul

PART HOST...PART PARASITE...THAT COLD WHITE GHOST 

HAUNTS YOUR EVERY THOUGHT EVERY TOUCH EVERY SENSE

WHEN WILL YOU LEARN

No longer capable of memories of love ...

No mother No father No sister No child..

No house No wife No cloths No cars the scars of the streets streak tracks down your arms...

No charms or churches can save you now you watch from your perch u pray and you prowl...

That scowl scorned face replaced the hope from your past that cold white ghost grabbed ahold of you fast...

WHEN WILL YOU LEARN

 

At what point did you give up on you?

At what point did your lies turn to truth?

You see through my young eyes i saw promise and hope!

Where are you my father i need you now most!

My mom searched the earth from coast to coast then said you've been taken by a cold white ghost...

WHY WOULDN'T YOU LEARN FOR ME!!!

 

NIGHTMARES FROM A CHILD

BY:STEPHEN B 

"THE LOST POET"

 

©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Stephen B the lost poet

I was born and raised in the sf bay area life although tuff has taught me to write from my soul, roads traveled and tears shed, from love, loss and joy. Although you can not walk in my shoes, through my poetry you might be able to view my life as i have lived it.

View all poems →

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.