Leaking Pen

Veteran Poet - 1,430 Points (Wellington, New Zealand)

Leaking Pen Poems

41. Put Down Your Gun And Marry Me 9/5/2012
42. An Old Church Bell Steeple 9/5/2012
43. Alice 9/5/2012
44. Wake Up! Wake Up! 9/5/2012
45. To Our Politicians 9/5/2012
46. Beauty In The Mind 9/4/2012
47. At The Scale Of Life I Wait For You 9/7/2012
48. A Camel With 2 Humps 9/7/2012
49. A Winter Diary 9/7/2012
50. God's Yield 9/7/2012
51. Cushions Of Dreams 9/7/2012
52. Gossips 9/7/2012
53. God's Love 9/7/2012
54. A Letter To The Editor 9/7/2012
55. State Of Worldly Affairs 9/8/2012
56. A Purged Mind Is A Beautiful Thing! 9/8/2012
57. Apology For My Ignorance 9/8/2012
58. A Shooting Star 9/9/2012
59. Iraq Happy 10th! 9/9/2012
60. Balsamic Vinegar 9/9/2012
61. True Love For Living 9/9/2012
62. Caregiver And Caring 9/9/2012
63. Answers 9/9/2012
64. Beauty 9/9/2012
65. God? 9/9/2012
66. My Rock 9/9/2012
67. A Gay Heart 9/9/2012
68. Alphabet Soup My New Reality 9/9/2012
69. Should I Come To Bed 9/9/2012
70. Shades Of White And Shades Of Grey 9/9/2012
71. Lullaby 9/9/2012
72. Valentine My Sweet Valentine 9/9/2012
73. Golden Bliss 9/9/2012
74. To Die Young 9/9/2012
75. I Miss Her 9/10/2012
76. Forever Young 9/10/2012
77. Touch Of Your Hand 9/10/2012
78. Eternal Love 9/10/2012
79. Everlasting Love 9/10/2012
80. Birthday Wish 9/10/2012
Best Poem of Leaking Pen

The Best Poem In The World

I was shocked, confused, bewildered
as I entered Heaven's door,
Not by the beauty of it all,
by the lights or its decor.

But it was the folks in Heaven
who made me sputter and gasp-
the thieves, the liars, the sinners,
the alcoholics, the trash.

There stood the kid from seventh grade
who swiped my lunch money twice.
Next to him was my old neighbor
who never said anything nice.

Herb, who I always thought
was rotting away in hell,
was sitting pretty on cloud nine,
looking incredibly well.

I nudged Jesus, 'What's the deal? ...

Read the full of The Best Poem In The World

L.O.V.E.

The past anchored my wobbly feet
I met sorrow, pain, anger and defeat
Eyes of a child through divorce
From life's binding first course
Hands that rocked me to sleep
Her tears; Her heart could not keep
My Mom's sorrow from loving me
And raising alone a Holy See
Days fled into the arms of night

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