Poet of the River

Poet of the River Poems

They say life is a winding road with many paths to take.
But no matter how many paths I choose,
It's always a dead end,
I have to retrace my steps to find my mistake.

We are all hurt in life.
They say that pain lessons over time,
but that pain never truly fades.
We simple cover it in scar tissue to help dull the pain.

There once was a sister,
who loved to kiss her mister.
Til' one day she came home,
and saw her mister with her sister.

Its funny how people always tend to trip over there own feet.
Its funny how they can run into a sign, while walking down a street.
Its funny how putting mentos in your friends cola makes it foam.
Its funny how on Halloween you can go and T.P. someone's home.

On top of the roof
The air is so cold and so calm
Standing at the edge alone
a single note in your palm,

There comes a time in our lives when we have to say no.
A time we have to let our own opinion and thoughts to show.
The thought of each individual is priceless and unique.
So let your voice be heard, stand up and speak!

Light the match,
Ignite the fuse,
As the evening sky fills with its reds, whites, and blues.
Sparks fly, as colors light the night sky.

Fly up so high,
above the clouds and rain,
in to the deep blue of the sky,
ware there is no pain,

The questions we have,
Are for answers UN given.
In search of these answers,
Mankind has been driven.

Ghosts and ghouls,
Clowns and fools.
Come out this Halloween night.
The creeping and glaring,

i watched the moon swim across the sea of blue,
and i watched the stars light up the sky when i thought of you.
i looked at the moon in the sky, oh so far away,
and i began to cry.

everybody had a choice, everybody had a voice,
but no one chose to speak
Anyone could, but nobody would,
now my will has become weak.

A little here, a little there.
a little bit every were.
a pinch, a dash, a smidgin, a splash.
and just a little more.

The candle lit, the fire ablaze.
on the table i sit, counting the days.
as time expands, and days grow colder,
the chill of hands, as the bones grow older.

I live my life dispatched from reality,
Confused, distant, but generally happy.
I do have friends, I stick to a group,
But silently I am in my own little loop.

I hear the tick tock,
coming from the clock on the wall.
My fingers lock,
As I wait for the call.

God is watching,
observing what you do,
and when you think you are lost,
He will be their for you.

I live in a book full of empty pages,
constantly searching for a writer.
Iv been all over the world,
stuck on shelves with other stories,

Brothers and sisters please do not fight!
This is not just, it isn't right.
Who cares about politics, who cares about reason.
murder is more than a felony, it's considered high treason!

Trapped in the fog of an ever changing dream.
Swimming through the currents of time.
High on a fiery mountain covered in steam.
Lost in a forest of tall wood pine.

Poet of the River Biography

I'm 19 with a knack of finding the worst and best of life and reveling its most complicated questions. So here I am, sharing these intriguing aspects of life with you, and placing them here for you to read. I am very interested in science and the way our world is today. I have much to learn about the world and am always seeking to learn new things. I love music and mystery as well as a good book atoned with answers to fill my limitless curiosity. I am a colorful person and am very acceptable of different beliefs. I am always eager to hear the opinion of others and am always willing to adapt to change. If there is something I have written that you disapprove of, tell me. I will not take offense. I would be glad to change my style of writing time to time to better suite my readers. Please comment if you find something you like. Enjoy the poetry and thank you for your time. I care about all even if not in myself. if you need someone to talk to, contact me. I will listen. And I will not judge you. I, am here to help~ Find me on facebook, 'River Poet' or e-mail me: 'PoetoftheRiver@mail.com')

The Best Poem Of Poet of the River

' A Path With No End ' (Thought)

They say life is a winding road with many paths to take.
But no matter how many paths I choose,
It's always a dead end,
I have to retrace my steps to find my mistake.
Only to find it's one I cannot mend.

It's like starting a race expecting to win,
But somehow you always loose.
When the race starts you don't know where to begin.
What path to choose.

But what happens when we get to the dead end?
Do we turn around and run away so we can try again?
Do we try to win a race with no end?
Or is the dead end ware our true journey begins?

Poet of the River Comments

Tanchanok Manokam 29 March 2011

I like your poem ' love and lose ' This poem is sad. And it like me right now. Good Job.

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Daniel Warner 01 April 2012

I've read the poems you have posted and have been awestruck to say; you should be in the Top 50 poets list.Fantastic writing.

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Kevin Patrick 30 March 2012

A gifted young girl who can turn her emotional turmoil’s, into passionate verses that relay the confusion in a world of post adolescents yet simultaneously show signs of happiness and resiliency underneath the common burdens of existential angst prevalent for her age. In other words she has soul of a balanced writer, and if you want to understand a young women's mind look no further.

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Jim Taylor 06 March 2012

I can't make you grow, be old, feel the dark angels of desperation... I can only say to you what is in me from what you say to me... You are becoming larger than you know (I feel it in your verse) keep growing... it's not talking it's an answer to a dance that they keep jiving. love never ends...

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Mehraneh Hosseini 17 January 2012

Good job, thanks. .... but believe that life is not how disappointing! ? you are 17, so who about a little laugh dude? what do you say?

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Bella Stylos 17 August 2011

ds poem makes me want to reflect on my lyf.

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