Biography of Living Experience
This is a spin off page from wind songs spiritual poet, Annalee Hopkins. My name is Nikki and I have a lot of life experiences and express it through words. These poems are different from spiritual poetry and offer insight to the many experiences we all go through on this journey we call life. Some are sunny and others dark. I welcome comments as long as it's not to nit pick over grammar or flow. Words are words as poetry is to poems.
Living Experience Poems
All I know is it feels good, My spirit sings and shouts, My heart belongs to you,
Betrayed (Violence Against Women And Chi...
I’ve tried to write the words, Surely something to say, For the way you’ve treated me, How we ended it that day.
I thought what we had was real, Too many complications seem to rise, You became strained and distant, And I fought to be by your side.
Thank you for seeing me, For all the colours that I am, Though not all tranquil, They blend making a painting.
Into the light I step at dawn, Wind blows pass me singing a song, Flowers bloom, scent of dew, Every thought seems to be of you.
Sitting in a rubber room, Waiting for my ride, Tired of these doctors, Of people that just tell lies.
Remembering Child Abuse
Remember as a child, All the little games you played, Things to help the pain, Make the hurting go away.
I'm lost - lost without a prayer, Without you my life is so empty so bare. As spring approaches, This winter love fades,
Faces Of Me (Coping With D.I.D.)
Not sure what I’m feeling, Whirl winds hardly describe, The panic attack I’m having, All of our thoughts collide.
To Much Pain (For My Daughter That Came ...
It seems we've come to a crossroads, A long one to repair, I never meant to hurt you, Or cause you much despair.
It’s hard for me to love you, With our constant fight or flight, It’s hard for me to trust you, You’ve stripped me of the right.
Can you tell me dad what I did to make you hate me so? Can you tell me what I said to make you give up and go? Was it because I wasn’t good enough and evil is all you see? Was it too much guilt for you when you left me sitting in the tree?
Last night I had a freightful dream, That scared me wide awake, I still feel the eery chilling, That night terrors often make.
Little Girl Hurt
A young girl stands on the corner, Looking cheap and godly, Yelling out to passing cars, Yo Baby! Want to touch my body?
I thought what we had was real,
Too many complications seem to rise,
You became strained and distant,
And I fought to be by your side.
Too many undecided questions,
Too many feelings of up and down,
To many plans unchanged,
Guessing you didn’t want me around.