I don't want to publish most of my poems because they seem like whining. Many are about people I thought I would be with forever but now when I read about how much I loved them it hurts to read or even re-type them. The rest are all from the age 13 up. They're all written when I have been in a great place or a terrible place. I hope people like my poems because I refuse to share them with anybody ... more »
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Amy Edson Poems
Heart Of Stone
In love with a heart of stone can't get through his tough bone to the lair where his heart of stone lies can't find it as time goes by.
Sweet Music My Love
Sweet sounds this music be my love time goes by that's what I fear above.
Fill me with your shining light a touch of strength a touch of might.
Shall I Wake Up No.2
Shall I wake up from horror and fright no better at home I'll stay if I might.
Rules can prevent and rules can provoke all I ask is give me hope you've helped me see what I had wronged what I had for so long prolonged.
Put a tick on my passing-by clock change a life if you feel you need to take a break when you just can't carry me then come back and start again.
Same Body, Different Person
And it started off so well and I felt like I was good enough for you.
I Love Him
When he tells you it's too late do you still hold on? after time and space and what feels so long
Was I So Wrong?
Was I so wrong for being a human? Am I so tortured for being a teen?
Kind Of Like A Song For Him
A thousand words would never reach you you never hear a words I say I try so hard but all I seem to do is keep on pushing you away.
No more than what not asked for as small as the dreams I don't have as dull as a tint that I am sure its goal is to making me sad.
The branches of my life present a tree of wonder a sky of thunder a blunder.
A Poem Maker
A poem composer no notes do they see just a pen and some paper to write what they need.
Comments about Amy Edson
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
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Heart Of Stone
In love with a heart of stone
can't get through his tough bone
to the lair where his heart of stone lies
can't find it as time goes by.
Past the rough skin
and my eyes looking like shattered glass
and the time does pass
but I'll keep holding on
he'll open up to me.
I know it won't be long.
I can't wake up
I can't see
my love for him is drowning me.
ever so falling forever.