 |
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 | 11-June 07:24:23 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 21629
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => ~*~ Little Miss No-one ~*~
[time] => 2003-08-08 17:45:00
[hometext] => Another little tragic ditty that bounced around my head...
[bodytext] => Little Miss No-one, how could she have known, How that life would be so difficult, after she had grown? Sad an lonely, so afraid, that she’d be hurt again, She kept the world at arms length and didn’t have a friend. Through the hardships and the pain, she made it on her own, The bloodied scrapes within her soul were hardly ever shown. Dependent only on herself, she’d struggle everyday, If only so, that in the end, she did it her own way. How could I help Miss No-one, I wondered to myself, A part of me felt sorry but I placed it on a shelf, I knew that pity wasn’t right, for she was strong and pure, And love’s the only thing I thought that is a heartaches cure. I tried to show Miss No-one, a love so warm and true, And in everything I did for her, my love it only grew. Pretty soon I needed her to be there in my life, And the time I spent away from her would cut me like a knife. But my love I guess for No-one, was wasted in the end, For all that she desired was for me to be her friend. With that my love was pushed aside, as gently as a lamb. I was thinking that I’m No-one’s fool, and truthfully, I am. By: Doug Morton http://wordpoet.tripod.com [comments] => 5 [counter] => 228 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Wordpoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
|
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