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  • #203759


    Hello James ,nice to cya ,hope your well -hope to see you again -all the best William

    #203757


    This is Not a Poem

    This is not a poem,
    Just words I’ve writen down,
    Something to peruse,
    To make you smile or frown

    This is not a poem,
    Just inner thoughts of mine,
    Helps relieve the tension,
    I do it all the time

    The spelling does not matter,
    Nor the punctuation,
    Its the message from within,
    And your Immagination.

    This is not a poem,
    Just words through and through,
    But if you take the time to read,
    Then please also review

    by William A Edge

    Author’s Comments:
    “Some people are ultra serious about poetry and become dark and morbid , not just in thier words, also in thier lives, poetry is to enjoy ,to promote inner thought ,to help readers in time of need ,to be shared by everyone, especialy those that are not so well educated”

    #203756


    Glad to know you read my work Ruby ,sending you a pm
    -Love William xxx

    #203755


    Weakness of Man

    I was passing,
    I heard screams,
    He stormed out.

    I befriended her,
    We became intimate,
    She still took beatings.

    She is dead,
    She was with child,
    Maybe my child.

    I am guilty,
    For I was weak,
    I should have taken her away.

    But I took advantage
    of her need to be loved,
    How can I live with myself.

    For I am as guilty as he.

    by William A Edge

    #203754


    The Eye’s Have It

    Some men study cleavages
    Some will ogle thigh’s
    Others look for long leg’s
    Me I look at eye’s
    The eye’s will tell a story
    Of the ladies life
    If the ladies single
    Or if she’s someone’s wife
    If the ladies happy
    Or if she is sad
    If the ladies sane
    Also if she’s mad
    If the ladies cold
    Or if she is hot
    Tell you if she’s willing
    Also when she’s not
    The moral of this story
    Forget the shape and size
    You can only know a woman
    By looking into her eye’s

    by William A Edge

    #203753


    My Trek

    At the end of my trek
    I feel tired and weary
    The entrance to the inn
    is so dark and eerie
    I feel cold air
    as I enter the hall
    Dreary paintings
    hanging on each wall
    Threes a large portrait
    at the top of the stair
    The eyes seem to follow
    me everywhere
    Now comes the owner
    of this forsaken place
    A man with a limp
    and a scar on his face
    He shows me my room
    smells damp and musty
    Cobwebs in each corner
    furniture all dusty
    But the four poster beds
    a refreshing sight
    The pillows all fluffed up
    the sheets pure white
    Tossing and turning
    I just can not sleep
    I hear taps on the window
    floorboards seem to creak
    Before I know it
    the cock crows dawn
    The sun shines through curtains
    all tattered and worn
    Down for breakfast
    seems I’m served by a ghost
    With tea ,boiled eggs
    butter and toast
    Slip on my boots
    walk out of the door
    Breathe in the fresh air
    start walking once more

    by William A Edge

    #203751


    Are you saying we should close our eye’s to abuse Mary , in my opinion it should be writen and talked about to make the abusers feel guilty and make those who don’t realise its wrong ,understand that it is not acceptable , I have spent many years of my life couseling those who have been abused , I think they should be heard in whatever form.
    Love William xxx

    #203749


    Hoosier Princess (still looking)

    Now I’m in New Castle
    Where is my Princess
    I’ve heard she’s fond of animals
    So I’ll start there I guess
    No 11 Midway Drive
    An Animal shelter I have found
    I wonder if they know her
    Maybe she’s around
    No I did not find her
    But I almost lost my heart
    Such lovely cats and dogs
    I found it hard to depart
    There’s a beautiful dog
    Named Boo Boo Bear
    I had to turn away
    Didn’t show I care
    And Lhana a cat
    With sparkling eyes
    I could take no more
    I said my good byes
    I explained to the owners
    I had no address
    I’m in your New Castle
    To find my Princess

    by William A Edge

    #203748


    ASHAMED

    I did not know that it was wrong
    Well my Mother came along
    Dad put his hand under my vest
    With his fingers stroked my chest
    Then opened up my legs wide
    And shoved his thing up inside
    How how it hurt me so
    I thought it love ,I did not know
    Now I’m nearly twenty eight
    I know it was wrong , but its to late
    I scrub myself clean each day
    But can not wipe the guilt away
    I feel so dirty and ashamed
    Call me Miss ‘X’, I will not be named

    by William A Edge

    #203747


    Not really ,I was falling out with to many people ,so I just post my poetry now ,it has had over 1200 reads so I think folks must lookin.
    Love William xxx

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