Little King of Sorrows
Biography of Little King of Sorrows
As I am now over 50 poems in, I guess you could say I'm becoming a 'regular'. With no end in sight. Here is to the next 50. I highly recommend these fellow poets who have inspired me.
Little King of Sorrows's Works:
Little King of Sorrows Poems
A Place To Rest My Soul
Life for me was hollow, Color's were just a shade,
Agonizingly, Beautiful! Inside you I see! Just warming up with the A and the B. Craving your voice, I missed you so much,
A Victim Of The Moment
As the winter moon reflects upon the icy river valley, a soul searches the darkness of his own mind, where the water of life and resource once flowed abundant, has frozen over with the changing of the seasons.
A Friend Forever
Through all I said, and all I've shown, you must know by now your not alone. I come and go just like a wave, Not one to hold you like a slave.
Another clue. Or maybe two. Steadily I followed you. A new years wish. A summer loss.
Could it be you? Could it be true? Give me the case,
Between You, The Moon, And Me.
Riding a prayer to the man on the moon. My soul is in anguish. By love lost too soon. We could've had it all.
At the ripe old age of 4. She stands there at the door. Carebear suitcase packed and ready. Dora fruit snacks and her teddy.
The oldest child, I am of four. Without the others, I'd be no more. They pick me up, they shove me down, they make me smile, they make me frown. My greatest friends! I love so much. A life of hell, we've seen so much. And through it all. It brings me pride. The bond we feel. Forever tied.
Saving my spot within your eye, it's worth a shot, its worth the try. Am I allowed, within your heart? Can poetry tear this wall apart.
Vow Of Adoration
Adoration from afar, for a dimly lit and distant star, I wish upon thee peace of mind, When reason to shine is hard to find.
This Blue Moon
My heart is already broken! No more damage can you do! In the symphony of madness, I sang the same to you. But in this dueling duet of agony, who was teaching who? This familiar song I thought I wrote, now claimed by someone new.
Good Poem Bad Poem
As other's sleep and other's wake, I come here not to steal or take, I come here not for same mistake, I come for blame that I must take.
Perseverance. Perseverance was born of a long life of hardship. Born with only one leg, which had only 4 toes, he still inched his way to whatever destination he desired no matter the distance or the time it took. For he was able to take the time to admire this rocky bottom in which few had crouched to look. And became a well published author of these things unseen.
The alluring scent lingers in disaster's wake,
but I shall hold my breath,
for the stench of desire will only suffocate my soul once again,
enticing aroma of a bittersweet death.
Those piecing blue sapphires picking apart my daily thoughts,
to be retarded and brain-dead the only defense,
for thinking is forever linked to feeling,
a dagger to the soul that can never make sense.
The most haunting echo's singing a tormented serenade,