There’s a big price to pay,When you have a beating heart–You must invest in love.Fathers, mothers, brothers,Sisters, sons and daughters–All caregivers know my plight.So many times, I felt like giving up.So many times, I tried to walk away.For love has … Continue reading The Ransom
Once in a blue moon,I hear or see something that inspires,And obliges me to write again. So, I reach up, and pull down,Some of the words,That are floating above me. And I try to make it better, for us.Sometimes, all … Continue reading When Inspiration Arrives
Does she see your unhappiness?If you put on a happy face,She will feel better. But If she sees you’re upset,She’ll only be sad,Because she can’t help it,That she’s weak. Don’t let her hear your crying,Because she will stop trying,To keep … Continue reading Hospice
How can I understand you, if I have no idea, what’s going on, inside that head of yours? How you got here, and where you think you’re going? So tell me, what’s happening; what’s new in your life; what are … Continue reading Pretender
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
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