Anthony John Oliveros
Biography of Anthony John Oliveros
a poet since 10 yrs old.
Anthony John Oliveros Poems
My Mama And Papa
She is gentle and mild As soft as the soothing wind She is endearing to her child A kindhearted person from Above.
Crush Crush Crush
What is in your eyes That makes me wanna stare Like little gems I seldom see so rare
i would like to pray a silent prayer like a river in a peaceful forest
A Little Too Startled Love
Hey, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , I don't wanna tell this probably But I need to, and I miss you terribly. Can't disappear your appearance in my sight
Alone With The Alone
Last night as I cried in silence When the soft wind realized the battle's consequence The heart is almost done breathing And the mind never stop thinking
The way you look at me The way you hold my hand The way you smile when you see me The way you run and walk with me all around
Who Is Beautiful?
i am not beautiful people see right through me i am not beautiful it's the world
Peace And Love Begins With Me
In every place I must be so Creatures like me and you will always grow From friends to the person I didn't know Still we'll grow as we learn to love
Keys of rhythm and melody Black and white making a color harmony Touching them is making a beautiful symphony Relaxing the heart with tender serenity
Low Self Esteem
I am not contented Of being who I am I am not happy Hope you will understand
8 is a big number That's what people say Words just like a dagger I'm gonna make my own way
Gift Of Words
As I begin to hold this piece A great wonder from afar had me seized In my weak imagination with enormous care Having this gift of words like strands of hair
You Can'T Change Me
You're no God You're no powerful You're just WORDS You're full of judgment
She there She here She everywhere She near
There once a child who hates grass
He tried to pulled them up wherever they grow
One day he replaced them with trees
While the grass being burned and thrown to sea.
His father planted new grass another day
And he got himself irritate
For you know how much he belittle the grass
He thought they're dirty and never will last.