poems of mine

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What’s Right


Who gave you the right?
To decide who I love with all my might?
Did you choose who you would love?
Did you believe they were sent from above?

Who gave you the right
To say you wish me out of sight?
I cant choose who I will love
The person will be sent from above

Who gave you the right
To say who I lay with each night?
Each and everyday
This is where I will stay

I do not give you the right
To say what I think is right

Who gave you the right
To make this your fight?
I am the one that looks at their face
I am the one that hears their case

Who gave you the right
To say it isnt right?
I see my future to be bright
Even with the one you say aint right

Who gave you the right
To hang others at night?
Hatred because of skin isnt right
And for that I will fight

I do not give you the right
To say what I think is right
So I will fight
For what I believe is right.

Wisdom

They stare and glare
I know I should not care
It is my choice
Because I have a voice

I walk by and they turn away
Is it jealousy or hatred each and everyday?
I hold my head with pride
Because I am sure some wish I had died

Love still flows in me
And one day they will see
That each of us are sent
From above with a mission that is meant

My mission here is to love
To soar above them like a dove
For it is in me to see
The differences and accept them to be

I love one from another race
And would perish without a trace
If God willed that to be my penalty
But God has wisdom above all stupidity.

Staring at My Feet

Staring at my feet on the sidewalk beside the street, I see many pairs of feet pass me by and hear the laughter in the air but I do not dare to see what laughter there is to see, for I am to scared to look beyond my feet. Each day I long just to belong to some group that will love me and accept me for all I am and all I can and will be but each day alone I sit watching others greet another with laughter, love, hugs and handshakes and each day I wonder why not me. I am not mean to others and a little too nice at times but the thing that has me frozen to my seat like a tree is the fear they wont like me. Shy and reserved I stay day after day longing just to see what they all see in me. They all look right through me like a window looking at others beyond me. I am plain and simple just little ole me but how I long for that friendship so I wont be so lonely.

The House Anguish Built

branches bleed like wine.
leaves wrinkle with time.
Flowers wilt and fall in the silt.
By the house that anguish built.

Dogs run scared.
Cats meow when crossed
The dead walk halls well lit.
In the house that anguish built.

Empty everyday
Love never known
Just pain alone.
In the house that anguish built.

High up on the hill.
Beneath the windy chill
Is where we lie still
By the house that anguish built

 

[WickedEve]

I'm sorry that you posted this over a week ago and no one responded. I didn't see it and it appears that it got lost amid all the other threads.

I can tell a lot about you by reading these poems. The first one is about your interracial relationship. I got that out of it but the poem was too general. You need to personalize it more. Tell me about specific events where loving this person caused you difficulties with others.

The second poem is still too general. I'd like to have personal details and not so abstract. Don't tell me about jealousy and hatred--show me with details.

Now the third one about staring at your feet is more real. You personalized it. You gave real details. It reaches the reader a bit better than the first two.

The last one sounds the most poetic. Though the cat's meow must go. It's sounds very out of place in this poem. You need the cat to yawl (or something similar) to better fit the bleak mood of this piece.