Biography of erie morganmaples
i stared writing poetry when i was 13 years of age, my dad taught me how to write and it just kinda stuck with me through the years, when i write my poems they are all based on what people have said to me, or what person impacted me to write that poem about them or what i couldn've said to them at that moment in time,
my poetry comes from my heart and soul, it's the one thing that keeps me going as a person, and it's the one emotion that i don't have to set down and tell some-one about, my poetry is very private and personal and i don't like to talk to people about the things that i write or what i'm feeling i truly think that poetry is the way to express what you are truly feeling inside.
And i think that's what my poetry does to me, when i write it or even post it i feel like i've outreached some-one and even some-how touched their lives in a way that i thought i never could, so my poetry can be used for good alot of times.
erie morganmaples's Works:
none yet but i did write a poetry book for my mother for mother's day and she still has it to this day
erie morganmaples Poems
My Lyrical Emotions
I will forever silhouette my lyrical-emotions as i sit and compose the poems that seem to naturally come to me.
The more I wipe them away The more they flow I hide them So you don't know
My Soul Of This Poetry
you tell me that you long to fill the ful grasp of emotion that comes out of my soul of poetry that i write out
I live in a world So far from home Forever silenced And sentenced to roam
Those Hurting Children
i can't understand why parents would or could ever hurt a little child or their own children.
'A Chant Of Darkness' By Helen Keller
I dare not ask why we are reft of light, Banished to our solitary isles amid the unmeasured seas, Or how our sight was nurtured to glorious vision, To fade and vanish and leave us in the dark alone.
Have you fallen from the sky of chalk Feather whispering against the clouds Waiting for them to crumble, singing Softly with nobody to listen in rooms that
Better Day By Charlotte Church
Every day You reach the heart of me You make me feel so alive You can brighten up the darkest sky Your every touch lifts me high
As you go turn out your light The shadows come out into your eyesight Lurking around in each corner waiting to be found Waiting quietly not making a sound
My thoughts are torn from my Throat faster than my pummeling Chest can punish me for breathing Yet another word of poison.
Poetry, A loving heart, joyfully right To a soul screaming in the night,
He holds all of her essence in those Leaking lines of black along lids That wish and dip with a fight To stay above waters lifting and cold like
The Broken Twilight
your now lost within the broken twilight, all of your demons seem to expose every-thing about you one-
i can here the voices crying out to the dark reveries that surround my silhouetting memories forever and ever.
Silent Darkenss Of Chaos
I clutched the vortex of the
dark silence of chaos that
seemed to surround me forever
But you now realize how
the perennial-desire that
now seems to have an
impulse that gives into