my hearts cry

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    • Now keep in mind that im an artist and im sensitive about my shit -eryka badu

    my hearts cry

    i've been through every feeling even the one that no one wants me
    ive had every nightmare some still haunt me
    i have sad poetry that still taunt me
    but i gotta say this is gonna be a hard one talking about my aunty
    i miss her with a passion she was a very special one
    i still wake up in the middle of the night crying because your gone
    everyones still taking it hard especially your oldest son
    you told me to fight for whats right but fight with my mind never a gun
    that day seemed perfect i will never forget it
    playing basketball in the street and all my shots were persistant
    my youngest cousin yelling screaming my name and i answer what is it
    its aunty she died today my heart stopped for amounts of minutes
    you were my favorite i love you with my heart
    you told me to stick to everything finish everything i start
    you loved to teach us you were very smart
    i really cant believe were apart
    at your wait i cried for days
    at your funeral i didnt know what to say
    i remember every thing even that georgia was you favorite state
    and that you said if love was in your heart theres no room for hate
    i remember your last hug to me
    for some reson you said stay smart and hold your own on your two feet
    you told me everyone was there own person god doesnt make repeats that if you keep god first you will lay in a soft bed never on concrete
    you were a blessing to this world
    you were the most expensive diamond and pearl
    you always told me god was the key that was your moral
    and taught me without god not even the best ballet dance could twirl
    see you taught me everything from tying my shoe to treating a women
    you taught me the meaning of person and how to enjoy whats comin
    i remember your favorite saying if you cant sing just enjoy hummin
    and how when i left that night my heart was drummin
    aunty i love you and miss you so much
    this poem a soft spot it touched
    i dont care if people dont like it i wouldnt even be crushed
    i miss your loud voice i cant stand to hear you hushed
    i remember when you took care of me when i was sick at age 11
    and when you helped me learn to be a better reader at seven
    aunty you were my everything another mother,aunt teacher and reverend
    im going to see you soon enough just do me a last favor keep my bed warm in heaven
                     -gods son

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    quise’s Poems (32)

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    A kiss unfelt 1
    what a heart would say 0
    my silent cry 0
    love or illusion 0
    The question 1
    LOVE IS TRUE 0
    REST IN SLEEP 0
    wheres my hoodie 0
    new smile 0
    living dead 1
    black rose 2
    glass flowers 1
    too late to give up 4
    is he just a man 3
    why does she stay 4
    i still love you 0
    the reson i cant love 3
    spontanious (short) 0
    blessed (short) 0
    eternity (short) 0
    confusion (short) 0
    take it slow (short) 0
    blessing or lesson 0
    where did she go 0
    i will 0
    my hearts cry 1
    cause she loved him 2
    my final goodbye 2
    king hansom 2
    poem my heart wrote 0
    my late night prayer for her 3
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