Biography of Beth Bailey
All of my poems are inspired by one person....he knows who he is.
Beth Bailey Poems
Smoldering ashes of a long forgotten fire Stirred with stick of wanton desire The flame first blue, then red, then white It burns too hot and reason takes flight
New Year's Tears
You stood me up. And you don't even offer an excuse. I call. You don't answer. Your texts on New Year's Eve stopped the moment I said
7 Days To Love
Thursday chimes Hello, so good to hear from you Friday says I'm sorry for the pain that you've been through
In Grief Of Jody
A heavy weight pressing down on my shoulders Head hanging, limp hands, shallow breaths, Tired eyes that stare at nothing Numb to touch
What Will Become Of My Heart
If I can't be with you, What will become of my heart? Will it burst from the pressure of loves' blood that is not allowed to flow? Should not this sanguine elixir nourish the body as well as the soul?
'Those are hello kisses, not goodbye kisses.' Maybe, so. But we only have a stolen moment to express both. How can you give a lifetime of love within the span of a few dear minutes?
Digital Man Rush
Staring blankly at nothing as lonesome thoughts invade my peace, I glance over at you, forever captured on celluloid. You're smiling; a candy cane peeks out of your shirt pocket. As if you didn't know you only had 6 more months to live.
After too many years, and too many miles apart, I touch down into your world. Searching for you in the crowd, sudden recognition brings a smile, first to you, then to me.
Love..... A painful cut to the soul that bleeds pools of hope. And hope is a sticky liquid in which we get mired. Swim in it too long and you will find yourself in the deep-end with no ladder out.
Don'T Wanna Feel
Don't wanna feel Don't wanna feel Take a pill Take a pill
Sometimes, during the monotony of the day, A thought will ascend from somewhere hidden, And break to the surface of my conscious mind.
I Can Imagine
I can imagine what it would be like to finally be alone with you To see the warmth of your smile Feeling it envelop my soul
Waiting With Bated Breath
Waiting with bated breath Butterflies flit and fall like winged acrobats The scent of yellow roses permeat the air September's long shadow creeps....creeps...creeps
In Grief Of Jody
A heavy weight pressing down on my shoulders
Head hanging, limp hands, shallow breaths,
Tired eyes that stare at nothing
Numb to touch
Numb to feel
Numb to hope