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Feelings of Expressions

So hard to say tonight – yes!
This day I will say goodbye,
no song was written for me
my life is a loner too!
And I have no peers but you.

As I pack my suitcase hard
giving thanks for a strife life
and the great life fight - that’s right.
I wish I had a home now.

I had opportunity
to face off with good teachers.
I have no money to spend
but for special occasions
plenty of Gummy for friends
for me and any Honey.

Took all my money mama,
have no money now mama,
took all away from me too!
The day you were no good – gone!
Who knew, who would ever know
my tears I say now – many.

Gone on my way now mama,
it’s OK, it’s OK now.
You can bully the bully,
mama, dance good now, OK?
I’ve got no money mama.
Myself for you I do praise
and I walk strong in the day
and I pull you for the day.

It’s OK you don’t care now.
The honey calls it’s not you,
And she’s blue, and she’s blue too.
So now you see I am loud?
From the past I move, I’m proud!

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drew me in and for the first two or three stanzas, I was with you. I thought I understood where this was going. Then I started to lose track of where it was going or where I thought it was going. The ending starts to sound as though it there is a nervous breakdown. I don't see any obvious mistakes in grammar or syntax, so I will call it good for the time being. ~ Geez.

Writing purely for oneself, is the ultimate in defensive posture.

Just a rough draft.

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There's no way one can separate from their families because they found it there and at one time they were part of it. A family is a strong tree that sprouts even when it's cut. Good poem.

"Poetry is invariably imbued with a sense of calm and serenity".


You got that too huh? Love is a tree, yes?
Nourish the sacred tree of life that her roots always sprout, and she fills with singing birds". ~Black Elk~
Thanks for coming by,

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You're welcome.

"Poetry is invariably imbued with a sense of calm and serenity".


Gee Mark this is a great poem but so sad. You'll always be with me because I won't leave without you
Don't go away. I will miss you as I have the past 4 days. I won't leave you. One thing I learned is how much I need you.
Your other half

[evil grin]

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