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

"Well La Da Da"


"Well La Da Da" I asked God if He made you But I never got an answer The thought if you were the one Ate at my soul like a cancer The tears that would leak When my eyes got weak Didn't know if it was real What my soul wanted to seek Failing day after day My head has gotten hotter A squeezing in my stomach As I treaded rough water "But that's some man's daughter" Said the voice on my shoulder And the more I thought about it It weighed me down like a boulder Being quiet in my actions Afraid in my metaphors "Why don't you give up" Said the voice of the resistors But like the hair on my head The feeling just kept growing And if I left it uncut There was know way of knowing If the fire in my heart belonged to me or to God Is that how life is suppose to be Are we really led by his rod If I'm not then it's a gamble And my egghead says I shouldn't But my humanity might fade away Living a life of I wouldn't But still there's an opening I see new life in your eyes And it kills me every time That we say our goodbyes But I hope and I pray that we will one day be together And our happiness would be divine Able to stand the weather But until then am I crazy To believe in this relation I can't relive the agitation My new found revelation But I know for a fact In a dream that I saw That we were holding hands together Singing La Da Da In the meantime when I speak I will rewind what it means To be focused and devoted On my life call when I'm open On a plane ride to the ocean Near the bright lights and below it When it's showtime or before it Backstage or performing Outside I don't show it But I can't wait for our moment.
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.

David the Nazarite

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 (1)

David the Nazarite
This is the love I feel. This is my dream. Can you make it a reality?

Comments are closed for this poem.