Tears

Well this poem had nothing to do with people in Sparta. It is for my best friends in Menominee, MI.

The tears run down
All I can say is thanks
I wish I was crying with you
I miss us together
I wish we were together
Why am I not with you
We are suppose to be together
I miss all our crazy things
Just memories left with us
I wish we could be together
Forever and always
I miss being with you
We will stay friends forever
What ever gets in our way
We will stop it from separating us
Our friendship will never brake
I cry with and without you
I still wish we were together
Friends like us will stay together
Forever and always
That is why I am glad
We are friends forever

Angela K. Woodman
3/29/07

The old tavern

Cobblestone Street
Raining and cold
Soft light and laughter pour out of a nearby window
A small tavern
Everyone’s welcome
As you enter the smell of mint and pipe-smoke hit your nostrils
And everyone says hi
Even though you’re a stranger.
A quiet, young man tunes his guitar in the corner
But it sounds more rhythmic than any song you’ve ever heard
A boy plays a harmonica
A song his father taught him
The barkeep’s daughter is a waitress
She hands me a sandwich with a soft smile
“ You look hungry. The first one’s free, but we don’t count.”
It seems they only charged the men in uniform
And they were too drunk to notice.
An hour goes by
The man is still tuning the guitar
And the boy has fallen asleep
Curled up in his chair
The night is ending
I think I’ll stay here tonight
The barkeep has a spare room
Right after I finish my sandwich
And leave the waitress a tip.

Sorry

I’m sorry if I ever hurt you.
I’m sorry if I ever lied to you.
All that matters now though,
Is that we are together
And I will never let you go again.
I love you too much
To make this mistake again
Now I can tell you
What I should have told you,
A long time ago. I love you.

Pain and Sorrow

First you stab me
Then you say sorry
I don’t forgive you
You do it again
Still not forgiven
I will never forgive you
You hurt me too many times
Get out of my life forever
I don’t need you anymore
I have better things to do
Then be friends with you

Angela K. Woodman
3/26/07

I hope you enjoy reading.

Fear of Love

I don't know if any of you will liek this one or not. Some girls might. But i was doing a project and I thought this one that I wrote was kind of cool. So I guess enjoy!

Fear of love

I have this thing inside me, I think its love
I think I’m in love
But for some reason I am scared
I am scared
This thing inside, I hide from
It will come someday but for now, I will stay away
If they’re the right one I won’t be scared, RIGHT
I don’t want to be scared anymore
I have a fear of love, I will admit it
I want to be fearless, But cant
I want to love, But it hurts so much I have to stay away
This feeling, sensation called love, Its scary
I have a fear of love.

Lone Wolf

" To soar like an eagle "
" To float like a feather "
are just two ways I've heard people
say that love makes them feel
The times that I said " I love you "
I felt like a wolf seeing the moon
I feel like I have come from the darkness into the light of the moon
but could do no more...
I could see and feel it's light,
and yet...
never know it's touch or even its pure warmth
I merely know its affect on others
From where I was I could not reach it
but I could see the birds flying to it
Being so close to it and yet...
still to far.
Alas, all I could do was watch the others
See, feel, and absorb the light without me
Then when I look around and see no one
I finally understand,
I am truly alone......

Yesterhome

Yesterhome

Leaves dash a cross the sandy streets of my hometown
Some impeded not crushed by the occasional passing car
A softball game stirs the otherwise silent afternoon
The sharp connection of aluminum and pleather
The spectators hoot and howl lackadaisically
Present for the people and spirits rather than the game
Kids run along the sidewalk a cross the street in a game of super soaker induced cops and robbers
Laughing and unloading their liquid based firearms
Glee and mirth soak them to the core
Innocent and clean
One by one they are called in for dinner
The teams shake hands after a 3-2 victory for Sam’s Bar
But leaves still dance tirelessly around the neighbor hood
The sun seems to slide unwanting, out of sight
Its muffled glow warms the streets
The trains sing their lullabies and I am slept Leaving naught but wet footprints, bottles and someone’s Big Mac box to decorate the comforting halls of yesterhome

Untitiled

There are times when I'm just a shell
When I do not feel anything for anyone
All I feel is hollow and bruised
Used up and misused
Forced to be someone I don't want to be
Have I failed somehow or someway
Will the weight of today finally pull me down
Into the depths of despair
Where I am alone
Except for my rage.

Vice

Here's one I wrote about our beloved President's best pal...

Vice

Vice
The title he’s stolen
It fits
Because his hands tighten
Ever closing the gap between one another
The grasp enveloping
Choking, smothering
Many a victim lay around him
The last
A work in progress
It claws, pulls, and attempts to scream
Its efforts slow
It gives up
Accepting
Life escapes it
Yet he continues to constrict and wring
Whites of the eyes Dick
Whites of the eyes

My Friend

Life is full of twist and turns
Will abound,
But you’re the greatest friend
I have ever found.
We are like toes to feet
Or a sock to a shoe.
We some how fit
You’re the paper and I’m the glue
You’re always there
When I’m in need
And in your heart
I find not one ounce of greed.
Whenever you’re sad or blue
Remember,
My heart goes out to you.
One of these days
Love, you will surely find,
But keep a good hold on your heart and mind.
And on that day you’re put to the test
I know your light will out shine the rest
Even if I’m not there
Don’t fear,
‘Cause in your heart
I’m always near.
I see people stop in awe of your shine,
And I’m so proud you’re a friend of mine.
So greet today with a smile upon your face,
And step into life with a brand new pace.

I dedicate this particular poem to my more loyal and true friends that I have.

How Did This Happen?

I tremble in darkness
Afraid of the unseen
Scared of what lurks in the shadows.

I yearn to be free
Unbound from my chains
To run through fields and meadows.

Unable to move
From this place I am in
Will I ever be released?

My doubt and my pain
I hold deep inside of me
Prevent me from finding peace.

Alone in the dark
Trapped forever
I wonder if here I will die.

Falling to the ground
I clench both my fists
And reach them to an unseen sky.

Silent Child

My silent childour precious baby,
Close to my heartI'll keep you with me.
An important job
God has for you,
There is love to give,
and work to do.

He needs an angelstrong but small,
To shine light on many
and give love to all.
Before you goI give you this,
half my heart
and one last kiss.

We'll miss you dearly
that we know,
But by God you were
chosen,
So to heaven,
you must go

I made this poem for Alison, when her baby passed away. I put it in a card for her. I hope you enjoy it.