Submissions by faithmairee (Faith Elizabeth Brigham)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I eat, sleep and breathe poetry. I believe poets are born and not made.
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2014 12:27pm
3rd Jan 2014 12:27pm
heart of mine
in years i haven't really lived
in rhyme i've loved a lifetine
in rhyme i've loved a lifetime
with this old heart of mine
with this old heart of mine
in many ways i guess i've died
in rhyme i've cried a lifetime
in rhyme i've cried a lifetime
with this old heart of mine
with this old heart of mine
oh how i wish that you were mine
in rhyme i've longed a lifetime
in rhyme i've longed a lifetime
with this old heart of mine
with this old heart of mine
in rhyme i've loved a lifetine
in rhyme i've loved a lifetime
with this old heart of mine
with this old heart of mine
in many ways i guess i've died
in rhyme i've cried a lifetime
in rhyme i've cried a lifetime
with this old heart of mine
with this old heart of mine
oh how i wish that you were mine
in rhyme i've longed a lifetime
in rhyme i've longed a lifetime
with this old heart of mine
with this old heart of mine
126 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2014 7:59pm
2nd Jan 2014 7:59pm
on love
have you told someone you loved them
have you told them yet today
have you told him how his friendship
has helped to brighten up your day
have you stopped to kiss him on the cheek
embraced him with a smile
or have you taken him for granted
as you've traveled many miles?
have you told them yet today
have you told him how his friendship
has helped to brighten up your day
have you stopped to kiss him on the cheek
embraced him with a smile
or have you taken him for granted
as you've traveled many miles?
106 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Jan 2014 11:41am
1st Jan 2014 11:41am
the battle won
were you lying, were you lying
were you telling me the truth
was i crying, was i crying
were my tears the only proof
was i hiding, was i hiding
was i seen by anyone
were you fighting, were you fighting
did you think the battle won?
were you telling me the truth
was i crying, was i crying
were my tears the only proof
was i hiding, was i hiding
was i seen by anyone
were you fighting, were you fighting
did you think the battle won?
66 reads
6 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
31st Dec 2013 6:15pm
31st Dec 2013 6:15pm
rock bottom inn
i was living on hell's lower side
at the rock bottom inn
knowing all the while
it was only temporary
that's where i met sweet annie
she opened up my eyes
helped me shed my self-pity
though my step was yet unsteady
unlike her, i would one day leave
today, i saw ms. corrine and
she was so very sad
told me she knew
through pure common sense
she can't bring back
those whom she dearly loves
that have already passed
there's nowhere to go
when the tears begin to flow
at the rock bottom inn
i...
at the rock bottom inn
knowing all the while
it was only temporary
that's where i met sweet annie
she opened up my eyes
helped me shed my self-pity
though my step was yet unsteady
unlike her, i would one day leave
today, i saw ms. corrine and
she was so very sad
told me she knew
through pure common sense
she can't bring back
those whom she dearly loves
that have already passed
there's nowhere to go
when the tears begin to flow
at the rock bottom inn
i...
84 reads
11 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
31st Dec 2013 1:06am
31st Dec 2013 1:06am
mother's role
she was not such an old woman then
when she tended to my tears
and as always said "be still or
i'll never get the splinter" and
"how is it you always get
these things in your feet"
i didn't know the answer then
anymore than i do now
though i went barefoot
all the time and never do now
but things were different then
i was young and careless
still believing in
her bigger than life image
no, she not such an old woman when
i cried over the simple truth
that she would grow old and
cut off the coal black...
when she tended to my tears
and as always said "be still or
i'll never get the splinter" and
"how is it you always get
these things in your feet"
i didn't know the answer then
anymore than i do now
though i went barefoot
all the time and never do now
but things were different then
i was young and careless
still believing in
her bigger than life image
no, she not such an old woman when
i cried over the simple truth
that she would grow old and
cut off the coal black...
70 reads
13 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
14th Aug 2013 11:01pm
14th Aug 2013 11:01pm
gotta give
i was your goddess once
(for a while)
forever on a pedastal
then disater fell
no on could be
that wonderful
(little earth-mother-me)
then i fell
you think i could never
care as much as
you do and
i wonder how things
got so crazy
everything is not my fault
still i'll take the rap
(for now) but
sooner or later
somethings gotta give
(for a while)
forever on a pedastal
then disater fell
no on could be
that wonderful
(little earth-mother-me)
then i fell
you think i could never
care as much as
you do and
i wonder how things
got so crazy
everything is not my fault
still i'll take the rap
(for now) but
sooner or later
somethings gotta give
107 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Aug 2013 8:51pm
6th Aug 2013 8:51pm
never again
golden boy born
on martha's vineyard
many years before he
stole my heart
made me his wife
worked on the novel
he was writing
as i proofed each
finished page
for the first
year of our marriage
he aspired to
be another
ernest hemmingway
his talent oozed
from his pores
like booze
on an alcoholic's
body after a
prolonged binge
he was just
as good a lover
as he was a writer
making love to me
just the way
i liked it
whenever i wanted...
on martha's vineyard
many years before he
stole my heart
made me his wife
worked on the novel
he was writing
as i proofed each
finished page
for the first
year of our marriage
he aspired to
be another
ernest hemmingway
his talent oozed
from his pores
like booze
on an alcoholic's
body after a
prolonged binge
he was just
as good a lover
as he was a writer
making love to me
just the way
i liked it
whenever i wanted...
75 reads
9 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
29th Jul 2013 10:19pm
29th Jul 2013 10:19pm
a place i've never been
sometimes, i just don't want
to be me if being me means
never getting the love i need
loving too much and trusting
too far just to get hurt
all over again, no
i don't think my heart
could take another hurt
i am lonesome for a place
there is a name for it i know
it's difficult to explain but
i know the feeling all too well
it is a kind of nostalgia
for a place i've never been
to be me if being me means
never getting the love i need
loving too much and trusting
too far just to get hurt
all over again, no
i don't think my heart
could take another hurt
i am lonesome for a place
there is a name for it i know
it's difficult to explain but
i know the feeling all too well
it is a kind of nostalgia
for a place i've never been
76 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
19th Jul 2013 10:46pm
19th Jul 2013 10:46pm
Too Late By faithmairee and Zenith Quasar77
A collaboration by Zenith Quasar77 (Marcus Cooke) and faithmairee (Faith Elizabeth Brigham)
Its seems like a thousand years
I've lost all my hope and fears
I lost you once
but I'm coming back
Over my shoulder i see the sun
two left feet on the run
through England's
deserted street's
to America's city heat
i lost you once
but I'm coming back.
I tried to hold on
but you were gone for so long
You left me no choice
but to move on
I still love you
I guess I always will...
Its seems like a thousand years
I've lost all my hope and fears
I lost you once
but I'm coming back
Over my shoulder i see the sun
two left feet on the run
through England's
deserted street's
to America's city heat
i lost you once
but I'm coming back.
I tried to hold on
but you were gone for so long
You left me no choice
but to move on
I still love you
I guess I always will...
85 reads
8 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Jul 2013 9:03pm
19th Jul 2013 9:03pm
poets are the way they are
poets are the way they are
because they were born that way
they are the sensitive souls
crying out to be heard
the rapt attention given
to their own feelings
easily spills onto the page
emerging from the very core
of their being
poets take the world seriously
while still being able to
laugh at themselves from
time to time and they are driven
to do what they do
poets are the way they are-
they believe in the beauty of their dreams
because they were born that way
they are the sensitive souls
crying out to be heard
the rapt attention given
to their own feelings
easily spills onto the page
emerging from the very core
of their being
poets take the world seriously
while still being able to
laugh at themselves from
time to time and they are driven
to do what they do
poets are the way they are-
they believe in the beauty of their dreams
88 reads
13 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
11th Jul 2013 1:07am
11th Jul 2013 1:07am
coarse goodbye
there are times
i can think of
nothing but you
though it's obvious
your love was
far from true
i can't kick you
out of my bed
for our lovemaking
was all made
in my head
(like you always in
the back of your mind)
so i shall rise
above spite
but in the heat of
the night
while entangled in
her amorous embrace
i hope (against hope)
your performance
is dead-weight
i can think of
nothing but you
though it's obvious
your love was
far from true
i can't kick you
out of my bed
for our lovemaking
was all made
in my head
(like you always in
the back of your mind)
so i shall rise
above spite
but in the heat of
the night
while entangled in
her amorous embrace
i hope (against hope)
your performance
is dead-weight
145 reads
12 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
29th Jun 2013 11:16pm
29th Jun 2013 11:16pm
i pity you, at last
i pity you, at last
my estranged man
but do confess
that each morning
i awaken with a prayer
upon my lips that God
looks mercifully upon you
and gives you happiness
health and success
i pity you, at last
my estranged man
and yet in the midst
of all of the hell
i find myself entombed
in being at your side
still i wish for you
every good thing
i would want for myself
my estranged man
but do confess
that each morning
i awaken with a prayer
upon my lips that God
looks mercifully upon you
and gives you happiness
health and success
i pity you, at last
my estranged man
and yet in the midst
of all of the hell
i find myself entombed
in being at your side
still i wish for you
every good thing
i would want for myself
114 reads
7 Comments
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