| State Of Mind To many times I see your face - In past days that you were not there. I think you have always been a part of me - A soon to be fixed tear. You filled a part of me I never knew - A missing part so pure and sweet, I can’t believe I ever really “lived” before - Or how I could feel so complete. When you make love to me - I feel like the only person in your world. You give yourself so fully without exception - In your arms I lay peacefully curled. Every poem and song it seems - Seems to talk about a love of every kind - Not until I melted into you - Did I understand this state of mind. To many times I see your face - And see how I survived the past years. You were the waiting to protect me - my soul mate - The angel who wiped away my tears. By Stacey Denman |
| A Poet’s Poem You can sit With a pen In a room With paper And stare at the Bare walls Sitting at your Empty desk You can pace back And forth In your mind Cracking in Rhyme after rhyme Time after And in a little while You do The words flow Writers block Is no more A theme For you have Developed One of your Own It’s now your child Mother bear You can play but No one Better touch this Your own They can’t care Like you It isn’t theirs Not one They always determine What you say But it’s not even close To what you mean What your poem set Out to be By Stacey Denman |
| Still For Real Listen to me closely; I have a fear to confess. And even though you swear it won’t come true- It scares me; everything is such a mess – And I fear this time you won’t come through. Look into my eyes; let me bare my soul to you. For once don’t act like its any big deal. Assume for once my fear will come true- And see why I am afraid to get the bill. Tell me something; I have to know how you feel, You are so often quite and don’t show much. Sometimes it makes me wonder if you are still for real – Scares me when you seem like a robot. Listen to me closely; I have a fear to confess- And I don’t want you to say it won’t come true. Look at how scared I am to fail the test, Please give me what is due. By Stacey Denman |
Poems by Stacey Denman
| Stop Why do you fight? What must happen? It’s hard to see those eyes sadden. If I could reach out – make it better – I’d cut the choking tether. It is one of those obvious things – You’re the victim of her mood swings. The damage is done – stop it now- You know the when and how. You think it is because of compassion- Truth is you lost the passion. You’re not even putting up a fight- Explain how this is right? I try to pity, but I can’t- There is not even a chance. No excuses make any sense- I simply do not ride the fence. By Stacey Denman |
| Thrill of the Chase Was I just a thrill of the chase? Because everything has changed. I can see it in your face, Nothing will ever be the same. I didn't ask for you to come into my life, Like I think you would have asked. You made everything seem so right- Then you took off your mask. What happened I wondered often, You said things would never change, So like a fool I didn't stop them- And now I don't know what remains. I think to you I was just a conquest, A challenge of some kind. And now it's hard for me to digest, How you could so easily change your mind. Who am I to question what happened? I could be totally wrong about the path ahead. But I think from now on I'll keep my heart fastened- And think twice about what is said. By Stacey Denman |
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