Hey, everyone! I'm Chris and I just joined the site (because I wanted to see the results of a survey, that I did, none-the-less!)and figured since i was here, I might as well chat up in the forums. So, as my first post, I'm going to put up one of my favorite poems. Let me know what you think!

The Old Man

An old man sits in his chair,
Thinking of when he was young.
Searching for a way to fix it all,
But knowing that there is none.

Sometimes he sits for hours,
Smiling, laughing, or crying.
Thinking of those seven years,
The ones that were so divine.

The old man sheds a tear,
As his words appear on the screen.
Remembering those happy times,
And realizing they’re but a dream.

Even if they’re but memories,
They mean the world to him.
He cherishes each and every one,
Like the rarest of all gems.

That’s just what they are you see,
Something so pure and rare.
Each one gives him such hope,
That he’d take the darkest dare.

Now maybe he’s not invincible,
And maybe just a little insane.
But what fun would the world be,
If everything were just so plain?

So why don’t you try it with him,
And see if it works for you?
Think of your happiest memories,
And see just what you can do.

You may just be surprised,
At what you discover today.
Maybe you’ll understand next time,
An old man wastes his day away.

And now the memories begin to fade,
As the old man grows tired and weak.
He hopes for the best for tomorrow,
But his outlook is sternly bleak.

Though he takes every day,
With valor, heart, and grace.
He has to accept the fact,
That he’ll never again see her face.

This old man is bruised and broken,
As you can easily see.
But one thing you might not have guessed,
Is that broken old man is me.

And so I have a request for you,
If you cross her on the street.
Tell her I miss her, I love her, I cherish her,
And without her, my heart no longer would beat.

A little insight cool.

Very good write

Thanks! I've written several others over the years, so I might post some more later.

Yes please post some poems

Chris, A fine job of speaking for one who can't or wishes not to...
I've always known one THING,,I COULD BE HIM!
And through THAT,,I feel his heart....

Keep-on FEELING MAN,,,and keep-on writing,,,
Because,,,MANY fail to speak---- sosomeone needs to tell their stories,,,,

welcome...

Thanks! Yeah, that was one of the hard days. We were together 7 years, lived together for 4. Then one day I was at work and thinking. And I realized that I didn't treat her like I used to, not showing her what she meant to me for one. And so when I got off work, I stopped at the store and bought her a little gift and some candy. Got home and she wasn't there. Just an empty house and a two-page letter. I must've read that letter for 3 hours... Seemed like longer. I thought she went to her mom's some 400 miles away or so. So, I called up the flower shop there and had them deliver a single rose everyday and a dozen on saturday. I did that for two or three weeks, can't remember. I do remember that it cost me around $600, which was all I had in my savings at the time. Which was all a waste, since I found out later that she left me for my best friend in high school, who only lived 50 miles away, lol. After 6 months or so, I got a message from her and we talked every once in a while. She said that she wanted to get back together, but it would take time. This went on for a few months, until I found out that she was engaged. She'd been playing with me the whole time. That's the day that I wrote this. Didn't really think about it, just wrote it. Couldn't have taken more than 15 or 20 minutes to write. Just put on the screen what came to me. So, I particularly like this one. Sorry for the long story, just thought some people might like to know the inspiration behind the poem!

And thanks for the welcome kc!