 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 29-May 15:43:02 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 13444
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Good Enough
[time] => 2003-02-27 12:40:00
[hometext] => A poem about low self-esteem, and friendship.
[bodytext] => Tell me something.
When was it That you made up your mind? When was I good enough for you? I’m not even good enough for me. I’m not even good enough for me. A paraplegic with open arms Once promised me no harm And lost a bet to Pride and Greed And had to water Satan’s seed. A quadruped went belly-up And seeped back underground While my former friend spent his time Carrying that seed around. So what do you think of this new array? What would you think if you knew I was gay? Why can I think of nothing to say? I believe Ryan, can he come and play? The devil said do it. My conscience said don’t. My mother said quit it, but I know I won’t. My friends always told me that they had no faith, And I’d wear this scar till I was a waste. My pride said I’m better. My greed said I can. My worries said, “Shut up,” and slapped at my hand. My father, he loves me. My puppy does too. But all that was bull****. Tell me something new. Tell me, when was it you made up your mind? When was I not worth dragging behind? What in the world, did I ever do? When’d I become good enough for you? I’m not even good enough for me. I’m not even good enough for me. That is why it’s hard, you see. I’m not even good enough for me. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com