HollyIvanPoetry

Some where like a homeless child My heart is crying in the cold It is still raining outside am told And back to the blanket I fold My arms and legs on bed I pity the beggars on the streets Helter-skelter they run What happened to the ten point program at down? The truth is dark under our eyelids The birds are silent,there is no one to ask The senior beggars are harvesting bags As the Juniors carry rags People are furious The mood is serious And I am curious Why are there trenches at home? Is the one question I pose.

Tom  said he was sick But wouldn't Vail off the disease. I wonder what it was? Every time I sit at night I sight him wandering about in the dark. What it might I can't tell But Tom is in pain You can see it on the pale face Pacing at the front page And only a tear can reveal How deep I feel for Tom He lost his dad at ten And all was lost at once Tom did not get the Muse The other kids get to read He sits alone near the house In which his father was put to rest Tom my friend is in pain That one can't bare again In case He or she experienced it once I will come back one day again To tell you about Tom my friend  Tom said he was sick But wouldn't Vail off the disease. I wonder what it was? Every time I sit at night I sight him wandering about in the dark. What it might I can't tell

Write me off at your own risk At the wrist of your arm is A riffle tied as hate in the heart It is the reason you hurt When you see my twist Of the eye at her But she loves it Because she doesn't frown at my gist Hate talk you say! Try your luck my brother I will not bother Whether you flourish at the try Mine is to fly up in the sky Up the tree I will sit And wait for the branch to break Her own bosom knows where it lies It knows where it's comfort I'm glad it hurts You when you sight me With her at the road Yes she holds my hands But where were you? Where were you when she was hurting? At the time when she was depressed And that day when she needed you most But she still needs you She needs you to tell her your sorry She needs you to listen to her She needs to tell you what she feels She needs you.

Bruises Morning after night I try to shatter the poor life I live. Crawling on success's rough verandah. Only bruises on my knees I get. Though giving up is not my thing, I feel have reached the skyline of my efforts. Tired of the bruises that are turning Into cancerous wounds

  Her dimples were the pond from which I drew happiness. Bright prairies, slim and sweet, they looked on her cheeks. Like dolls sat on a table, The plateaus dawdled as twins in agreement each time she smiled. Beckoning my innocent eyes each time I gazed at her. A calming roll of ocean waves they were! Enough to send me to wonderland. Inviting it provoked a blink into my pockets. The table at which they sat was a menu. It reflected love, disappointments, cheating,us forever,lust and a kiss as a dessert. I decided to order for cheating as my budget was a deficit. And home we rode as we ate our lunch. Didn't forget the desert though. Dimples Her dimples were the pond from which I drew happiness. Bright prairies, slim and sweet, they looked on her cheeks. Like dolls sat on a table, The plateaus dawdled as twins in agreement each time she smiled. Beckoning my innocent eyes each time I gazed at her. A calming roll of ocean waves they were! Enough