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Sitting Beneath The Poetree...

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Poetry speaks to us all in different ways. Some poems fit with our emotions and bring us to tears...others say nothing leaving us at a loss for meaning. A majority of my poetry is written from experience and the emotions that I felt at the time. Much of it comes from the Heart. At times, only I understand the true meaning of the poem. However, I try to instill enough mystery and vagueness into the work, giving the reader personal ownership, perhaps touching a chord in their soul, and giving them a line that might have meaning in their lives. Not all poetry is perfect (God knows that I have written poetry that is, at best, an amateur attempt!)…but in my opinion there is no such thing as bad poetry… It's up to you, the reader, to determine if the poem has meaning...

Where Are You?

I sit here and wait, My heart breaking with each minute passing, I wonder where you are... And why you have changed. You used to be different, Something in you has gone astray, I wonder where you are... And if you love me no more. I say to myself that nothing is wrong, But why lie when I feel it in my soul, I wonder where you are... And dream of the things you used to say. I've been down this road before, It all feels the same, I wonder where you are... And if I'm the one to blame. I still love you and that will never change, I want to hold you in my arms and wash away the pain, I'm wondering where you are my love... And if my heart was given in vain. Eric B. Ramey Copyright ©2004 Eric B. Ramey

Numb Love

Was it real, I cannot tell, Pinch me again, Say something to make me...feel. Finding the letter, Reading one last time, Love is gone, Say something to make it...better Weeks have past, I know now it has to be real, But how can I tell, Please say something to make it all...last. Eric B. Ramey Copyright ©2005 Eric B. Ramey

The Things You Say...

"I don't want you"... "I want to be alone"... These are the things you say, But are they true at the end of the day? "I want to start over in a new place"... "I don't really care what happens to you"... I struggle to hear these things you say, But are they real at the end of the day? "I only need myself"... "All I do is mess things up"... These are not the things you used to say, Is it all just trash at the end of the day? "I don't care if you trust me"... "I have lost all my morals"... You have changed with these things you say, Can I change your mind at the end of the day? To hear these lines tears my heart, Because I still love you, I still remember what you used to say, And when you want it, I will be here to take the pain away. Eric B. Ramey Copyright ©2005 Eric B. Ramey

The Name Of Love

I read the words in a letter, One you hold so near and dear, Penned not from my hand, Filling my heart with fear. The lines they seem familiar, Written passages filled with words I say, Your heart betrothed to another, Until sadness took it all away. I wonder why you see him in your soul, I'll never understand the pain, Letters of love kept to this day, True love cannot remember a name. Gone are the nights when your star still shined, Feelings of love before that day, The name you will always love, my dear, Memories that never fade away. Eric B. Ramey Copyright ©2004 Eric B. Ramey

Maybe One Day

Foolish notions of trying to hang on, Seeing what's not real, Wanting to live the fairy tale. Hearing it twice in one life, Finally "getting it" I guess, Two times, twice the charm. Asking in vain for it to continue, Rebuffed by the cliché phrase, "Maybe one day", translation: "I'm with another, so go away!" Eric B. Ramey Copyright ©2005 Eric B. Ramey

Lost Kiss

One year ago this very day, A first kiss given on the sunny desert plain, My heart jumped with love and passion. I still remember what you wore, How you smelled and tasted, How you felt in my hands, The feel of your lips, soft and warm. Desire burning in captivating eyes, Thoughts of joy and anticipation, Remembering it all like it was yesterday, A lost kiss…forever gone away. Eric B. Ramey Copyright ©2005 Eric B. Ramey