Loser
Why is it,If you have an itch and you scratch it,You want to do it—even more—Until you break the skin and it bleedsAnd it becomes infected?But if you’d ignore it, you’d forget it. The same goes for wanting a beer—If … Continue reading Loser
Why is it,If you have an itch and you scratch it,You want to do it—even more—Until you break the skin and it bleedsAnd it becomes infected?But if you’d ignore it, you’d forget it. The same goes for wanting a beer—If … Continue reading Loser
There are mirrors in my eyes, For all to see. When I look into your eyes, I see a reflection of me. When I see youth, I remember, who I used to be. When I see maturity, I wonder, if … Continue reading I Reflect You
Hello, I’m Mister Sunshine! I brighten up your day, And as far back, As I can remember, I’ve lived a charmed life. That’s why, I’ve always been, A happy-go-lucky type of guy; But along with all my fine attributes, I … Continue reading Señor Sunshine
The way I feel about my hands, Is the way I feel about you, I need you to touch, I need you to touch. The way I feel about my heart, Is the way I feel about your love It … Continue reading Feelings
My lyric poems–are a type of abstract art; Those abstracts that come from the heart. My words are subject to your point of view; What I paint as blue, to you–a darker hue. Does it matter, that I’m your Father, … Continue reading My Perspective
Talking to you is my favorite thing to do. Kind and tender words, Are what I need to hear from you. Talking to you, seeing your smile, Even if it’s– just for a little while. Talking to you, touching you … Continue reading Hello
Depression is like being colorblind, And to be constantly reminded, How colorful the world is. But if you want to color my world, Do it with body language instead, A smile, a wave, a warm embrace. By: ElRoyPoet © 2020 … Continue reading Black And White
Why don’t you ever tell me, what’s on your mind? I don’t mind hearing, about what you’re thinking of. You might be afraid, to let me peer into your heart, Because I might see some stuff, that you’re not proud … Continue reading Thought life
Torn jeans, torn jeans, What should I do? Sew’em, patch’em, Replace’em, with new. Commentary: When a rich man chooses to wear torn jeans because he thinks, he’s making a fashion statement, he’s mocking the poor man who must wear torn … Continue reading Ugly Pants
Don’t ask me to contribute to the United Way, We’re not united at all in this, Because I give way more than you do. Don’t ask me to do my fair share, Because my share is many times more than … Continue reading I Already Gave At The Office
Money can’t buy you love, But you can buy more time. Beware because sometimes, Fun time morphs into a hell of a time; Especially when you’ve run out of money, And can’t buy your way back home, To freedom. Spanish … Continue reading Indebted
I wish I wasn’t a Poet–
All the pain in the world,
I wouldn’t know it. Continue reading Heavy Work