Watching the innocent, I plead for those years to creep back.
Should we dwell into the past? - 22nd March 2011.



Chaste.

In the eyes of those that ponder,
In the smile of the young agender,
Calling out; my minds numb.

I am not pleading.
I do not deal well
with my words bleeding.

Give me,
Something that I can theive,
Save me,
And love me for eternity.

Phantom of every day basic,
Death a risk to those who face it.




Poetry by John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-03-22 at 18:51

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Ferenc Inigo Beck
Wonderful John! You've touched the most sensitive pain center.The memory.
2011-07-06


Mayamiko Seyani
A nice one.This is nice. We do not want to go back in time but rather its safe we make aour future better than the future for yesterday we donot have, today is at hand and tomorrow will be decided by how we spend our today! Nice write.
2011-04-26


arik konstantin beck
very novel construct John. Cerebral.
2011-04-25


Olusegun Akanbi
It is a very interesting poem and as a philosophical flavor in it.Keep it up John you are a great poet!
2011-04-22


mark nwagwu
This is philosophical, deep. We really do not long for yesterday, it's that we sometimes wish our yesterdays would merge into our todays and tomorrows. Innocence is ever in our hearts, and we must not lose it. Bleed, yes, in words and bleed in the soul too. It's all well in the spirit where everything is distilled and stored. I liked your write, John.
2011-03-28


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
There is a candle that burns ,
Gives a light , some times ,
It's rather dull , and flickers some ,
That candle has a name ,
It's name is hope ,
Keep your eyes open ,
Your mind open ,
Ken ( D Williams )
2011-03-23



What we do with each new day
and how we approach tomorrows
will bring the value of innocent years
and allow us to dwell peaceably with the present.
The strength of this poem is in its
desire to grapple with the reality of
life's condition.
2011-03-23