new poetry

heavens gate

when my life on earth was over

i waited outside heavens gate

god asked me if i had enjoyed my life

i told him it werent that great

he looked at me with sad eyes

and said come sit with me a while

tell me all about it

as he sat thier with a smile

i was born into a poor home

both mum and dad worked long

even from a young age

i knew that things were wrong

i studied hard at school

tried to live a life from crime

tried to be a big succsess

but messed up everytime

i didnt ask for much lord

i was never one for greed

i tried to give to others

tried to help the ones in need

i never got the breaks

no matter how hard i tried

it was like i did not belong

i was alway left outside

many times i asked you for help

in my deep and darkest hour

i thought you could change my life

i thought you had the power

i dont know if you heard me

or didnt you really care

i thought you had given up on me

i thought life was so unfair

god he sat and listened

to all i had to say

he said he watched me struggle

he watched me everyday

he said that life was a gift

a place to grow and learn

but he could not interfere

on that subject he was firm

we must learn from our mistakes

in life you reap what you sow

never giving in

always ready to have a go

i cant live your life for you

cant decide if you rich or poor

you wasted the time you had

when life was so much more

dont ponder on what you have not got

just be happy with what you have

if you had thought that way in life

it would not have been so bad

thepoet

 

god is feeling sad

as he looks down from above

whats happened to his world

he built for us with love

he really took his time

he set about his plan

he built a speacil place

and trusted it to man

he gave us trees and flowers

he gave us birds that sing

he gave us autum and winter

he gave us summer and spring

but the devil gave us greed

he gave us hate and war

he made us never satiffied

he made us want for more

we cut down all the forests

gods animals live in fear

we destroyed all that god gave us

and never shed a tear

but now the planets dyeing

dyeing from mans greed

never being thankfull

just taking more than they need

god has given up

the devil knows he won

soon it will be over

when we,ve burnt out by the sun

thepoet

i remember my father saying

as he sat me on his knee

how he had mest his life up

and would live his dream through me

how he would always be thier

through goodtimes and through bad

how he would try to give me

all the things he never had

chorus

for i am a fathers son

a bond that cannot be broken

who guides me through this life

with wise words he has spoken

for i am a fathers son

thats the way it will alway be

when other let me down

he was always thier for me

verse

my young years were so happy

i remember them with joy

i knew that he was speacil

i was a very lucky boy

he aways spent time with me

day so full of laughter

that stay inside my memories

for now and ever after

chorus repeat

teenage years were hard

i caused him lots of grief

he could see beyond the fear

he knew what was underneath

when girls did break my heart

he told taught me not to worry

taught me that lifes a gift

one to good to hurry

chorus repeat

i thought he world live forever

but god took him to rest

but to have him as a father

i knew that i,d been blessed

i wish to hear him laugh

i with to see him smile

i wish that god above

had left him hear a while

chorus repeat

place flowers at his graveside

my newborn son rests in my arm

i will be just like my father

protecting him from harm

i will teach him word you told me

i will try be a good guide

to have you a my father

just feels me up with pride

chorus repeat

i keep a picture of us

hangs proud upon my wall

you were always thier for me

picked me up when i did fall

one day we will be together

i know what i will do

stand thier proud and say

father i love you

chorus repeat twice to fade

 

 


 

 

LIFE TO SHORT

lifes is to short to worry

lifes to short to be sad

lifes to short to ponder

on things you,ll never have

lifes to short for saddness

lifes to short for tears

never count the days

never count the years

lifes to short for falling out

lifes to short for war

lifes a gift dont waste it

life is so much more

copywrite 2004

 

the drunk

i st thier on the pavement

i might ask you for a dime

id love for you to chat a while

but you cannot spare the time

my life was not always this way

i used to have a life

i used to own a home

i used to have a wife

i had a high powered job

i had made it to the top

my life was moving fast

it didnt want to stop

i liked to have a drink

i used to drink for fun

it help me to relax

i couldnt stop at one

i was drinking in the morning

i was drinking when work was done

i thought i had control

thought i was having fun

days become a haze

i was drinking on my own

staying out all night

and rarely going home

cloths put in a bin bag

put outside the door

i begged her to forgive me

but she didnt want me anymore

even lost my job

even lost my pride

nowhere to lay my head

it really cold outside

begger for my dinner

begging for my tea

one man said he would give me money

if he could do sick things to me

now i life in hell

with each day a drunken haze

crying to myself

as i remember happy days

 

would you

if you saw me in the street

would you give me a second glance

if you saw me in the disco

would you ask me for a dance

if you saw me looking sad

would you try to cheer me up

if i tried to do something new

would you wish me luck

if you saw me cry

would you wipe away a tear

if you saw i was unloved

would you hold me near

by

john f connor

what went wrong

the world has gone wrong

i dont know why no one seems to care

you could bleed to death on the sidewalk

and know one would know you,ve thier

they would walk right pass you

they have problems of thier own

the only thing they care about

are the ones who live at home

mankind has lost the love

mankind just does not care

we all see the suffering

but pretend it is not thier

the old they fought a war

our freedom was thier pain

if they knew then what they know now

would they do it all again

life is all about money

life is all about greed

life is all about the rich

taking more than they really need

what can we do about it

i dont know what we can

but we have sown the seeds

that will bring the end of man

by

john f connor

 

 

A WORLD

A WORLD OF PEACE
A WORLD WITHOUT WAR
A WORLD OF JOY
A WORLD WITHOUT POOR
A WORLD OF HEALTH
A WORLD WITHOUT PAIN
A WORLD OF SUNSHINE
A WORLD WITHOUT RAIN
A WORLD OF HOPE
A WORLD WITHOUT FEARS
A WORLD OF HAPPINESS
A WORLD WITHOUT TEARS
A WORLD OF GOOD
A WORLD WITHOUT HATE
THIS IS MY WORLD
BUT HOW LONG WILL IT TAKE


By John F Connor
Copywrite1999

 

oom gloom doom

d

thats all i hear all day on my tv

never any happy news

it really upsets me

the world is in recession

jobs are being lost

the govement if printing money

how much will it cost

i cannot heat my home

to scared to read the bill

the hospitals are dirty

i hope i dont get ill

the kids all carry knifes

not worried who the stab

tell the world on facebook

how many guns they have

wildcats strikes have started

world grinding to a halt

goverment are running scared

they say its not thier fault

bankers caused this mess

caused it all by greed

paying each other bonus,s

far more that then need

by

john f connor

doom gloom doom

 

why me

why is it always me

who never has any luck

why is it alway me

who always mess thing up

why is it always me

who never get the breaks

why is it always me

that makes such big mistakes

why is it always me

that always got thing wrong

why is it away me

that just cant get along

why is it always me

that cant hold down a job

why is it alway me

that just cant shut my gob

why is it alway me

that always seems so sad

why is it alway me

that want things i cant have

why is it aways me

that end each day in tears

why is it alway me

who wasted all my years

why is it always me

who life a life alone

why is it aways me

who sleeps all on my own

by

john f connor

 

 
 
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