Eddie Rodgers Poems

What ever came of that broken heart that so many of us have come to know? That haunted us for years and just wouldn’t seem to let go. Like a shadow, it followed us, and like a nightmare it entered our head to a point where sleeping became a problem, and you would stay up all night in bed.

What came to this broken heart that love was newly defined, to something so opposite we didn’t want to let it enter our mind. Did it go away with the season, turn right around and come back for a new reason? Or did it go away today just to come back in the month of May? Did it leave our mind just to come back in another time, or did it go, to a place where we could neither imagine nor know? What came of this broken heart that I often called mine, I believe it was never broken it was just me being blind.
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I have come to a conclusion from the result of having my heart taken toyed with and tore. That to a pain unsettled and undying in me that I couldn't sit away to collect dust and ignore that thru the mist of pain joys of wonders to the tops of The Himalayas to the miles of The Great Wall Of China, or from the crushing waves of the sea, everybody yes every body whether it be you, her next to you, or even me, and we weren't sure and the pain came to be much more, has been hurt at least a time or two unfortunately before.

Like a shell upon a beach with waves and tides that build and roar, for once or twice it has been washed or thrust against the un grasping insensitive shore.
So once or twice ill be destined to be hurt a time or two more, there upon the shore exclaiming, crying out, and gasping, “I can take not a bit of pain more”.
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Traced foot prints have marked my journey through life in the beaches
running grains of sand, for roaring were the tides of memories holding the tales
of how I had come to be measured as a man.
From the fields of South Carolina to the more recent Florida lands, I
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Within my emotions I could have never imagined this slip and fall of the very break of loves passion that would never come again devastating as it turned away from all, of the very air my lungs would so crave to grip, or from the goblet of love that my hands would dip, and then lips take a sip.
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