Biography of Rene' Bennett
Well, as I read other poets work, I notice everyone has a profile, so, I guess I should let you all know alittle about me as well. I have been writing for many years. I wrote my 1st poem at age 12. I always write what's in my heart and how I am feeling at the time. Most all my poems are my lifes experience at one time or another. Mostly dark and depressing. My husband, grandma and Mother all 3 died at the same time a few years back and I still write to them daily.
I am looking forward to getting to know alot of the poets here as well as read their work and get to know them as well.
Rene' Bennett's Works:
I am in the process of publishing my 1st book called, 'Teardrop's Corner.'
Rene' Bennett Poems
Mother, I miss you. I still call your name. Since you've been gone, I'm not the same. Mother, I need you here with me
The Mask I Wear
Sadness overwhelms me deep as at night alone
Gift In The Wind
I think about you often and wonder what you see, thoughts tucked deeply hidden remain a mystery.
Waiting for Death But He never comes Though I know He's visiting someone.
I remember the tears with yesterdays pain that dreadful year of October rain.
Forever And A Day
I woke up this morning thinking of you reached for your warmth as I always would do.
Mask Of Happiness
People say I'm doing well I thank them but never tell How i really feel inside That would only hurt my pride
Forget Me Not
I cried a tear or two today while I packed your things away.
I thought I heard you call my name whispering in the wind and as I turned to walk away I heard you call again.
A Love As No Other
As I look at your name Please say it's not true Chiseled in stone Shiny and new.
Memories In A Locket
You didn't think I saw you wishing on a star looking to the heavens drifting from afar.
Feeling trapped within these walls as I stumble with each fall. I try to hold my head up high so no-one ever sees me cry.
I Saw You Smile
I saw you smile the other day Which took my breath from me Memories of yesterday And how things used to be.
The Real Me
I'm afraid scared inside yet, my feelings I well hide.
I thought I heard you call my name
whispering in the wind
and as I turned to walk away
I heard you call again.
A gentle breeze blew my way
I smelled you in the air
and though I reached out for you
I stood in solitaire.