There are times I wanna scream
But never seem to find my voice
Times I wanna be free as the birds
But never seem to grow the wings of an eagle
Times I wanna live the lives in the story books
But never seem to find the perfect scene
Times I wanna cast all my fears away
But never seem to find the right spell
Times I wanna heal all my pains and sufferings
But never seem to create the right drugs
Times I wanna give up
But always seem to find ways to start over again
Times I wanna lose myself
But always seem to find the way to the end of the tunnel
Times I wanna just collapse
But always seem to get the strength to get back up
Times I wanna stop breathing
But always seem to find to many reasons for surviving
ALL the way from GREEN GREEN to the world – lari lari
ALL the way from GREEN GREEN to the world – lari lar
love the poem, my girl u inspired me and enlightened my day
At times i wanna die
but i cant seem to find the right spot for my grave
At times i wanna speak
but i cant seem to find my voice
At times i want to just curl up and hide
but i cant find a good hide out spot
At times i want to fight
but i cant seem to find the right weapon
At times i dont want to go to church
But the word of the lord is ye and amen and i just got to run and sing praises to the most high.
The name of the poems is TIMES
This poem has rhythm,
I am glad that
Even if it missed the rhyme.
Modern ‘poems’ like modern art
begs the question, ‘What is that?”
Most times is it just a prose flurry
Put together in a hurry.
This one at least has rhythm.
I am glad for that.
Peom; of the month. enlightening, inspiring, uplifting, motivating, this peom explain exactly a thought process we all have had mentally.