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Many of my poems chronicle a lifelong struggle with the ups and downs of everyday life. Many writing’s have a personal significance, others are only an idea I came up with. Sometimes I prefer not to reveal the difference, leaving the reader to come to their own conclusion. This is a warning, not to assume that all my writings pertain to my life personally. Most of my poems rhyme because I like the... more »
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David Ritter Poems
Upon My Death Bed
If I'm unable to write again,
for this doomed world will soon pass me by,
I feel impelled to pen a few lines,
that may fall under your teary eye.... more »
My Precious Daughter (Revised)
Sitting here all alone
thinking, just how much you've grown
You're growing up, you're almost two
My joy the first time holding you... more »
The Kind Man (Story Poem)
Joe sat in his gloomy dark cell,
staring at the black walls of stone.
When a recurring thought of her,
reminded him he was alone.... more »
My Best Friend
I want you to meet my best friend.
I've known him for many a year,
and his love for me knows no end,
with strength like that whom shall I fear?... more »
Unwanted Love
I rest here in my mommy's womb,
a home I'm pleased I found.
Unaware of a coming doom,
I'm sleeping safe and sound.... more »
The Hustle
There once was a man,
who loved to play pool.
They called him 'Sure Shot.'
He thought he was cool.... more »
What Am I To Do?
My sweet Jesus I call out to you.
Oh sweet Jesus what am I to do?
If ever I needed you now is the time.
Search my heart I'm sure you will find.... more »
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The Kind Man (Story Poem)
(A man is prison meets a kind man)
Joe sat in his gloomy dark cell,
staring at the black walls of stone.
When a recurring thought of her,
reminded him he was alone.
Because she no longer loved him,
Joe felt like he had lost all hope.
He snatched a dirty sheet off his bunk,
to carefully fashion a rope.
But before such drastic measures,
a rash Joe needed to know for sure.
Perhaps she cared enough to write,
then maybe his heart could endure.
So he waited day after day,
as the long months slowly passed by.
At the end of each wretched ...
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