I have been writing poems for about 16 years now and have writing over 400 poems. I like to write poems about life but at the same time I like to write bout love, death, and everything to anything else. I love poets like Emily Dickerson, Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost, Langston Hughes and William Shakespear. I was born in Gainesville Ga back in 1980 at Notheast Georgia Medical Center. My parents Virginia Slaughter and Bradley Mize shaped my creative side along with my sisters and brothers. I currently speak to kids and young teens about dangers of gangs and drugs and a lot of my poems is about those things. Thank you for stopping by and I hope that you enjoyed my writings. more »
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Craig Mize Poems
Broken Dreams 'A Divorce Story'
So many dreams, so many goals, so much potential. I was suppose to be great, I was suppose to be a success, I was suppose to something. I was brout up to be a strong man. These simple problems was not suppose to phase me,
Chester Chester the Child Molester
He is lurking through our neighborhoods, Slithering around like a snake in the grass. He preys on our young and innocent. He will smile in their unknowing faces,
For One More Day
If I had just one more day, that smile would never go away, And I'll make sure that this would be a better day. Hold you tight and wipe away them tears of sorrow, I know that it's raining today, but I'll promise a brighter tomorrow
It's in a Book (Going to the Library)
The books are everywhere from wall to wall My fingertips are filled with ecstasy As my mind is lusting for knowledge They say a picture is worth a thousand words
Getting love is hard to do It will leave you sad, lonely, and blue
Dear Broken Hearted: To sit and look at a person face to face their soul is what you seek but their eyes are closed. To believe in the unbelievable is to believe in the unreal. To buy friends when thier friendship is never bought. To find love when love is never sought. You see even a fool knows that love loves nobody, but in my heart you will find that I love you and I hope and pray that you love my too.
Heaven on Earth
As the wind blows the trees limbs wild and freely And the leaves dance on the ground so beautifully My eyes wonder carelessly to the flower bed A field covered in blues, violets, reds, and yellows
Fighting The Fight
I'm all alone searching for this little piece of happiness, For this little bit of joy, for this little piece of freedom. But I shall never find it; not here not now. Why did I have to be hypothesized by this drug,
I lay awake at night trying to avoid sleep, Terrified of the nightmares that invade my dreams. Horrible pictures is steady replaying in my thoughts, Making me to afraid to even close my eyes.
I am blinded by passion And is lusting for love Steady searching for that special one That angel sent from the heavens above
The Everlasting Prayer
Lord I'm coming to you one more time Pleading and crying my heart and soul out to you I'm feeling more trapped than ever I know that I did wrong in my past
My Two Cents
Lost 'A Broken Man's Story'
Last night I cried a thousand tears over you My heart broke into a thousand pieces I asked myself why a thousand times And a thousand I never found an answer
My Brother's Keeper
Am I my brother's keeper? Is he mine? I heard there was a thin line between love and hate Making one wonder just how much one's heart can take. I promised to be there for you thru thick and thin, and vice versa
Quotationsmore quotations »
''It's a damn shame that people is to blind change for the better than the worst.''Crime in America especially in the black youth
''Life comes at you at many different ways. Some are factional, some are fictional. Its up to you to decide the difference.''Reality check, life
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Broken Dreams 'A Divorce Story'
So many dreams, so many goals, so much potential.
I was suppose to be great, I was suppose to be a success,
I was suppose to something. I was brout up to be a strong man.
These simple problems was not suppose to phase me,
but now every little problem put a little bit of the worlds pressure on
me. I worked hard at everything that I have done. I have put my time,
blood, sweet, & tears into everything good in my life. But in a blink of
an eye everything I worked for was taken away from me. All that it
took was for you my wife of 12 years, the person that said that she...