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
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
The Mask I Wear
Sadness overwhelms me deep as at night alone
Forget Me Not
I cried a tear or two today while I packed your things away.
Forever And A Day
I woke up this morning thinking of you reached for your warmth as I always would do.
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.
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.
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.
Memories In A Locket
You didn't think I saw you wishing on a star looking to the heavens drifting from afar.
The Real Me
I'm afraid scared inside yet, my feelings I well hide.
If I Had Known
I often think of yesteryear's yet, reality confirms my fears. If I had only known it was our last day I would have asked you to please stay.
Forget Me Not
I cried a tear
or two today
while I packed
your things away.
I carefully placed
each piece in a box
as not to break
forget me nots.
Pictures we took