The poems on this page were written as far back as 1983. Most of them are true-life experiences, mixed in with those that are simply fiction. I hope you find something here that makes you smile, cry, laugh or gives you cause to think.
I am mildly narcissistic by nature, so I don't mind if you share a poem you enjoy. I would appreciate it, however, if you asked first before printing any of my material.
I've posted angel images throughout, as I am very thankful for the ability to put my feelings into words. The angel pictures were found on various sites on the web, and I certainly don't mind if you use them. Please do not link directly to my page, however. Right click on the image and "save as" to your own hard drive. If I've infringed on anyone's copyright please notify me so I might correct my error.
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Melanie Rogers All Rights Reserved
Another Pretty Face
Awakened In Time
Beauty Is In the Eye
Come Dance With Me
Courting
Dance On the Horizon
Devotion
Elements of Nature
Fairy Dust and Magic Places
Faith
For My Mom
Garden Gala
Goodbye, My Friend
In Love I Bloom
Judgement Day
Ocean Motion
Sacred Vows
Siblings
Silence
Summer Days
Those Left Behind
Winter's Dawn
Behind Closed Eyes
Eyes
Her
He Understands
Kiss
Little Lies
Maybe
Tree Talk
Words
Baby Boogie
Chance Encounters
Concord Living
Did I Tell You
Earth Movements
Empty Nest
Exposed
Feelings Defined
First Glance
First Love
For Pam
Heaven
Hello, May I Help You?
Hidden Beast
Husband
Insecurity
Island Baby
Knight In Shining Armor
Last Laugh
Leather and Lace
Listen
Looking Glass
Miles Between
Milky Way
My Marine
On Wings Of Doves
Our Song
Quiet Moments
Saturday In the Garden
Ships That Pass
Shower Scene
The Other
Walking Through Love
Water Rising
Wishes Be Damned
Without Warning
All For You
A New Day
Angel
Baby Love
Battlefield
Beckon Me
Beginnings
Boys
Crazy
Creator
Fiend
For Mom and Dad
Friends Are For
From the Darkness
From the Heart
Greatest Pleasure
Guardian Angel
Hardest Words
Haunted
Here Is My Hand
Holding Hands
Home Sweet Home
I Give To You
It Matters Not
Just A Friend
Light of the Harvest Moon
Look To Me
Love Song
Milestones
Mother's Promise
My Prayer
My Unseen Butterfly
Newly Married
No Need To Shout
Numb
Our Conversation
Our Heaven Awaits
Poet's Work
Remember
Senior Ball
Snow Fall
Summer Blues
Sunrise Brings Memories
Surfer Insanity
Tell Me
That Is Me
Truth
Wedding Basket
Weeps the World
What If
Your Eyes
All I Could Remember
Antecedent Vestiges
A Smile For My Friend
For Everything
From Distant Shores
Never Mine
Truly Pain
When Comes the Dawn
Viet Nam Vet
An Insight
Justine
laencm
Mini Me
My Sheltering Tree
Online Ex
Tears Do Nothing
Two Scoop Sunday
Unicorn
Unspoken
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in silence and tears
half broken-hearted
to sever for years,
pale grew thy cheek and cold,
colder thy kiss;
truly that hour foretold
sorrow to this.
The dew of the morning
sunk chill on my brow ~
it felt like the warning
of what I feel now.
The vows are all broken,
and light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken
and share in its shame
In secret we met~
in silence I grieve
that thy heart could forget,
thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
after long years,
how should I greet thee? ~
With silence and tears.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
~ Robert Frost
You never walk alone my friend
Though you may think you do,
For in your sorrow and despair
God always walks with you.
There is no hour, no passing day
He is not by your side,
And though unseen he still is there
To by your friend and guide.
When'er you think you walk alone
Reach out and you will find,
The hand of God to show the way
And bring you peace of mind.
-Harold F. Mohn
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
mary elizabeth frye - 1932
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
~ Dylan Thomas
A darkness crept into my mind,
A meaning for which I couldn't find.
A word, a phrase was all I need,
A single thought I couldn't bleed.
Time crept by a gloomy pace,
Confusion sat upon my face.
This blackened cloud that doth consume
The yarn upon my creative loom.
Something's there, it's on the brink…
It's all so simple, wouldn't you think?
But here within this darkened bliss
I sit and strain my consciousness
For just one clue…I try so hard!
Who would praise a clueless Bard?!
Time ticks by a second long,
Each vision turned to something wrong.
This bleak and empty world in mind
Lost within this mental bind.
Searching for the key to unlock
This poet's Hell; this writer's block.
©Graham J. B.
Time goes on
and dreams, they die
so I've thrown away the pictures
That I had of you and I
And I don't think anymore
about the things we've been through
and I don't close my eyes
to picture myself with you
Finally I understand
how fickle love can be
and the miles that stand between us
no longer bother me.
~Katie Rose
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