Madison Riffle

Madison Riffle Poems

Silly, foolish boy
With ideas so amusing
You think you own my heart
You believe you have my soul
...

Clinging to him instead of my self-worth
because if he isn't there, I'm all alone.
So I slowly sell my soul
for bits of approval that
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Silence, cold and dead
That's all I heard from you
No matter how many times I tried
I couldn't get you to speak
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See me here, sitting on my own
Join me quietly so I'm not alone
Wrap your arms around me
Make me feel at home
...

On my way to Jericho, I was robbed and left for dead.
Why did I leave Jerusalem, the comfort of my bed?
As I lay there in pain and blood, I could not understand.
Wouldn't anybody help me? Take my weakened hand?
...

Stepped out on the waves
They turned to quicksand
No matter how hard I reached
I couldn’t find your hand
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Whistling wind comes in waves
During the dreary dregs of an overcast day
As a professor softly speaks of poetry.
Words weave around the silence
...

Madison Riffle Biography

I was born at the Langley Air Force Base in Langley, Virginia while my father was in the U.S. Navy. He soon finished his service and we moved near family in West Virginia before I was a year old. I have lived in West Virginia ever since and am currently a student at Alderson Broaddus University with intentions to go to Seminary after graduation. I write in my free time, but only on such occasions that I feel inspiration. I have been told I have potential and am trying to live up to that. I also enjoy playing my guitar, snuggling up with a good book, baking, and hanging out with friends.)

The Best Poem Of Madison Riffle

Silly, Foolish Boy

Silly, foolish boy
With ideas so amusing
You think you own my heart
You believe you have my soul
But I smile for a reason
This heart comes at a price
And this soul cannot be won
Not can it be purchased
If you truly want me
All that I am
You will need much more
Than your silly, foolish ideas
Read these Terms and Conditions
That I thus set forth
My heart comes at the
Price of your love
And my soul must be earned
Such emotion must be evoked
That brands my soul ever yours
Unless you are capable of such
Work as this
The earning of a heart
The branding of a soul
You are not worth, even
To have your silly, foolish ideas
Silly, foolish boy

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