Joseph Cross

Rookie (11-27-1991 / Harlan, KY)

Joseph Cross Poems

1. Lost 3/5/2008
2. Negativity 3/5/2008
3. The Unlover 3/11/2008
4. Lying To Live 3/11/2008
5. Written In Blood 3/18/2008
6. Drowning 3/24/2008
7. Fire 4/21/2008
8. Blind 4/24/2008
9. Crash 5/21/2008
10. Insanity 7/29/2008
11. Great Protector 8/18/2008
12. Equilibrium 9/20/2008
13. Life's Enigma 10/2/2008
14. Bitten 10/30/2008
15. A Rose And It's Thorn 11/13/2008
16. Vision 11/15/2008
17. Creation 5/18/2009
18. Grace 8/10/2009
19. The Hunt 8/11/2009
20. Fair Rose 11/17/2009
21. Star Child 11/18/2009
22. Cold As Stone 9/20/2007
23. Withered And Wasted 10/4/2007
24. Betrayal 10/22/2007
25. Broken (Unfinished) 1/17/2008
26. The Four Horsemen Ride 1/27/2008
27. The Race 2/19/2008
28. Undying Peril 2/26/2008
29. Dance Of Life 11/18/2009
30. Chaos Eclipse 11/19/2009
31. Life’s Purpose 12/7/2009
32. Haikus Of Change 2/21/2010
33. Haikus Of Life 2/21/2010
34. Haikus Of Feeling 2/21/2010
35. Fortune Smiles 3/1/2010
36. Auschwitz Aria 3/10/2010
37. Reckless Warfare 3/10/2010
38. Civil War 3/11/2010
39. The Prince 3/12/2010
40. E.A.P. 3/12/2010

Comments about Joseph Cross

  • Allysyn Bryant (5/21/2008 6:16:00 PM)

    Your writing is awesome! Keep it up! =)

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Best Poem of Joseph Cross

These Feelings

Within these veins, flows blood so pure, yet I still feel so insecure.
Beyond the land, beyond the sea, there is no way I could be free.
I try to find my own way out, But that isn’t what my life is about.
It’s here for love, faith, and trust, not searching through nails, broken glass, and rust.
I’ve fought my demons and faced my fears, and yet I’ve waited all these years
For this stress to let up.
So, on I go through the valley of pain, trying to see light through the pouring rain,
But I am blind in this strange land, and only God can give a helping hand.
And so I ...

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Withered And Wasted

The love that I felt in so many ways,
The talks that we shared for so many days,
The feelings I had are no longer in place,
They are withered and wasted away.

The friends that I lost after moving again,
Not even a tear shed out of the pain,
For in my life it pours when it rains,
They are withered and wasted away.

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