Theresa Goertz

Theresa Goertz Poems

Her hair was up in a ponytail
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.
...

Just a Lonely Girl
I’m just a lonely girl.
Lonely and blue.
I sit here alone with too much to do.
...

if this is goodbye
i want to say it to you one more time.
don't weep
don't cry.
...

</>the fallen angel cries
for he has lost his wings
the fallen angel cries
for he has lost his one true love
...

I am ghost
I talk to you
But you can’t hear me
I shove you
...

Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void
Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture
A teenager is stricken and destroyed
...

Somewhere in the night a child cries,
A woman weeps and someone dies.
Somewhere in the night, humanity hides.
...

I once knew a lady named
Misery
she lived in a damaged world
she calls to me in transparent dreams
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Something so hard
goes straight to the soul;
it seems impossible to get over
and my heart is left with a big hole.
...

Four o'clock in the morning
Afraid to open my eyes
Another day of grief,
A day of fear.
...

Take a knife and cut me up
If you hate me you won't stop
Make me feel your pain within
As you're slitting through my skin
...

my heart has been turned to stone
my soul turned to ice
i'm the queen of winter
i'm the queen of ice
...

'who am i? ' is the question i dread
for 'who am i? ' i cannot answer.
who am i?
i do not know
...

i've always been the odd one out
in almost everything.
i've never found a crowd that i've actually belonged to.
so therefore i'm left out of a lot of things.
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Hazel eyes dark with pain
No one sees her as tears fill her eyes
No one sees her fall to her knees
Unable to breath
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16.

please don't tell me not to cry
please don't say there was a reason why
you don't know what i'm feeling
or how much i hurt
...

true beauty can't be made
it can only be found and heard and seen
it's in the early rising dawn
it's in the glorious setting sun
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i feel like i have nothing left
nothing left to love
nothing left to hold
nothing left to keep me from slipping from a world
...

</>no one knows the pain i endure to make them happy
no one knows the lonelyness i feel
no one knows how hard it is to go to school when you're not wanted
no one knows what i am
...

</></> listen
oh listen
to the song i sing.
it rolls off the hills
...

Theresa Goertz Biography

I'm a 16 year old girl who finds a strange solace in writing. i love animals, swimming, painting, writing, tree climbing, hiking, and hangin with my bff! i am currently writing five books(at the same time!) i have saved 3 baby birds from being eaten by a cat and think that anyone who would/does/is abusing an animal should be shot in the leg!)

The Best Poem Of Theresa Goertz

A Girl And Her Daddy

Her hair was up in a ponytail
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school,
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called, a
Student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.
'Where's her daddy at? '
She heard a boy call out.
'She probably doesn't have one, '
Another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day.'
The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.
'My Daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.'
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him,
I'm not standing here alone.
'Cause my daddy's always with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He'll forever be in my heart'
With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.
He's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far.'
You see he was a fireman
and died just this past year
when airplanes hit the towers
and taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
'It's like he never went away.'
And then she closed her eyes,
and saw him there that day.
And to her mother's amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.
'I know you're with me Daddy, '
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining bright star.

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