Secret Man

One is the best
You help me with my stress
Two shows your eyes
That makes me feel alive
Three is your smile
That is there when I am sad
Four is because you are there
To comfort me when needed most
Five is the most important
Love all the way threw
Where are you my secret man
You seem to be hiding from me
I like five different people
But no one gives me everything
I want you but you are taken
Also everyone else
What should I do my secret man
I try to hide from everyone else
But you are not helping out
I want you in my life secret man
I don’t want to put you aside
Because maybe you’re the one
That I was looking for
I wish I could just tell you
But you wont understand
So now back to the beginning of
Where is my secret man


Angela K. Woodman
11/1/07


I when I wrote this poem I did not really like it at first. So I asked some of my friends what they thought about it. Well they said it was good so now you all can read it. Let me know what you think.

The five step like things are five things that are in my secret man.

Ha Ha... I Win!

We raise our glasses
To you my friend.

We make speeches
and we applaud.
You've helped us through so much.

You're in the front row,
red faced and modest,
but seeming quite content.

Dinner we spent
white sauce, red wine
who gets the last bread stick,
to celebrate you.

What's for dessert?.....

It doesn't feel like you should go.

Untitled

Why are you this way
I did nothing to you
I never lied to you
Or called you names
All I did was be your friend
I tried to be nice
But when you weren't
It was hard for me
To stay friends with you
For I tried to be your friend
I am giving up now
For you hate me
And I don't know you
Our friendshiip is gone
I wish it was still together
What happened to us
Why did we change
We are differnet now
1 year later
I have changed
I put it all behind me
But you have not changed one bit
You still holding on
Why our friendship

10/8/07
Angela K.Woodman


I wrote this poem yesterday because I had a friend that I lost a long time ago. Her and I never were really close.

I don't have a title for this poem yet. If you think of something please let me know.

Too scared to say

Too scared to say

Writing letters that
Will never get sent

Replaying songs
In my head

Replaying scenes
That I dread

Every time I think
Of you when
I hear that song
On the radio

Do you feel?
The same way

Tossing and turning
Thinking of you

Think of what
You’ll say

The day I
Say it

The day I
Tell you how I feel

Hey, this is something I wrote over the summer, hope you like it.

Love Has....

You fall in love with someone
And, all of the sudden you both start planning
When you want to have kids?
When you want to get married?
What you both want to do with your life?
But, in the end you look back on all of this
And realize
That is was love that made all of this happen
Love has...
The power that brought you guys together
Love has...
The bond that you can't share with anyone else
Love has...
The gift for you that you can't share with anyone else
After you realize what love brought you
You think
That if it wasn't for love
Where would I be?
What would I be doing?
Where would my life go?

This is my last poem I am going to post. Hope you love reading it....

I don't....

I don’t have much to say
I don’t have the words
To say what I feel

I don’t know
What I want
Or who I am

I don’t want to
Say to you

I don’t have
Anything to say

But you can go ahead
And talk away

I don’t what
You want me to
Say

I don’t know what
To do

Is life without you
Better or worse

If you have something
To say then say it

Say to my face

I don’t know how
To feel about this

I don’t know how
To talk to you
Or if I want too

I am lost and
Confused
And don’t know
What to do

I don’t know if

I Can take this anymore

Each Other

We need each other
For we have problems
Are lives are the same in many ways
Problems back and forth
We need each other
I will help you
As you would do for me
We know when help is needed
Even with out asking
WE have a close relationship like that
So cry on my shoulder
And talk with me
For I am here for you
I will help you threw it all
The pain and misery
For I know what you are going threw
That is why I am glad to call you
My friend

Angela K. Woodman
4/20/07

I have not posted a poem recently so I decided to post today. I hope you like it.