Treasures we own..together:
When my hand is wrinkled so,
it's you that I will still want you know.
As my hair turns silver and gray
remember me as I was yesterday.
My long red hair blowing in the breeze,
we loved each other with ease.
Now in the park your hand I hold,
you keep me warm as it turns cold.
We sit on a bench and feed the birds,
not a single word needs to be heard.
Remembrances of years gone by,
we both smile...we both sigh.
Remembering our first glance,
and for hours how we danced.
The flowers you gave to me for no reason,
and the little things you did every season,
made me a believer in true love.
The kind that's been blessed from above.
Our children have grown and left our home,
all those memories we now own.
A treasure of love is between two hearts,
nothing has ever torn them apart.
Our love has stood the test of time,
we are still together our souls entwined.
Until the day we shall pass from here,
eternally we are one soul my dear.
-----------------------------------------------------------
My memory Library:
Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last.
I'd put the moment in a safe,
within my hearts abode.
I could open it when I wanted,
and only I would know the code.
I could choose a time of laughing,
a time of happiness and fun.
I could choose a time that tried me,
through everything I've done.
I sat and thought about what moment,
would always make me smile.
One that would always push me,
to walk that extra mile.
If I'm feeling sad and low,
if I'm struggling with what to do.
I can go and open my little safe,
and watch my moment through.
There are moments I can think of,
that would lift my spirits everytime.
The moments when you picked me up,
when the road was hard to climb.
For me to only pick one moment,
to cherish, save and keep,
Is proving really difficult,
as I've gathered up a heap!
I've dug deep inside my heart,
found the safe and looked inside,
there was room for lots of moments,
in fact hundreds if I tried.
I'm building my own little library,
embedded in my heart,
for all the moments spent with you,
before you had to part.
I can open it up whenever I like,
pick a moment and watch it through,
My little library acts as a promise,
I'll never ever forget you
-----------------------------------------------------------
Please don't cry...
Please don’t cry
I’m not really gone
When you look out the window
I’ll be standing on the lawn
Please don’t cry
I’ll see you again
Don’t be sad
Keep up your chin
Please don’t cry
I’m not really dead
When you cry yourself to sleep
I’ll be by your bed
Please don’t cry
Just because we had to part
As long as you remember me
I’ll live in your heart
Please don’t cry
I’m not gone forever
I’ll be a cool and gentle breeze
In hot summer weather
Please don’t cry
Don’t run and hide
When you need a shoulder to lean on
I’ll be by your side
Please don’t cry
When you’re sad and weak
I’ll be there
To kiss you on the cheek
Please don’t cry
This is just a goodbye
So please, oh please
Baby, do not cry..
-----------------------------------------------------------
Have hope:
nder a democratic shield,
Beneath the enticing charm,
Lies an autocratic exterior,
Revealing cursed ideas, cruelty and harm.
In a coalescence of evil,
Where the good man stands alone,
And evil pierces a man’s heart,
His true integrity, never shown.
And she, full of mesmerizing beauty,
A dutiful, dependable dove,
With a heart as the moist as the allure,
Within the man who licked away her love.
The letter she adored,
As his plan began to mould,
But she never glanced behind the curtains,
Where the man watched beneath the subtle folds.
Persuasion was her tactic,
Persuasion was her key,
As she strode off into the world,
To find out what awaited thee.
But the villain grew weary,
His heart had lost its evil hilt,
As he felt something, never felt before,
Tumbling, tumbling, cascading guilt.
What has cursed you,
Where has you soulless heart flown,
What is this human feeling,
This tinge of weakness, now shown.
Where is that splash of murder,
That reeks inside your bones,
Where has your guiltless heart flown,
What are you Stranger, make your purpose known.
Get up poor man,
Look at your sorry self,
Why is your face as pale as the tears,
Which washes your hatred away.
I will prevail,
I shall not let my contempt die,
Why, why do I feel so different,
When I look in her innocent eyes.
She clambered up the disjointed, stone stairs,
As a plan he began to create,
As she ambled into the house,
To find the man that would soon seal her fate.
A figure absconded from the house,
As ghosts uttered their illicit farewells,
A lifeless being laid in His hands,
And he strode away, walking towards Hell.
A faceless figure is seen, slitting through the silence,
Through ashes mumbling their malicious spells,
Dust caressing his blood tarnished claws,
And ringing far away in the shunned night, reverberating cemetery bells.
Where does your heart lie,
As this tale lingers in your mind,
A girl with luscious curls as vulnerable,
As her poor defected soul.
Who haunts you,
In the corners of your heart,
What do you think they deserve,
A life for a life.
And on top of her body,
Strewn away from the world,
A dutiful dependable dove,
Swept away, its wings unfurled
------------------------------------------------------------
The real reason why I wrote all of these...was becuase I wanted to help you people out through the power of poetry. I wish to help those in need of a friend..
I do not wish to leave others alone. I don't want to stand on the sidelines anymore.I want to be...good.
I want to be someone everyone can call "friend". Even if you people do not know me..I care for you people with my heart. For I now know that all life is sacred.
All life is meant to be cherish, not thrown away. I want to be...your light. I want to be..helpful to you.
I really do hope these poems helped all of you in some way. Thank you to all living human beings for giving me..life again. <3
Pure & Joy
Daniel Alexander Ramirez.
When my hand is wrinkled so,
it's you that I will still want you know.
As my hair turns silver and gray
remember me as I was yesterday.
My long red hair blowing in the breeze,
we loved each other with ease.
Now in the park your hand I hold,
you keep me warm as it turns cold.
We sit on a bench and feed the birds,
not a single word needs to be heard.
Remembrances of years gone by,
we both smile...we both sigh.
Remembering our first glance,
and for hours how we danced.
The flowers you gave to me for no reason,
and the little things you did every season,
made me a believer in true love.
The kind that's been blessed from above.
Our children have grown and left our home,
all those memories we now own.
A treasure of love is between two hearts,
nothing has ever torn them apart.
Our love has stood the test of time,
we are still together our souls entwined.
Until the day we shall pass from here,
eternally we are one soul my dear.
-----------------------------------------------------------
My memory Library:
Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last.
I'd put the moment in a safe,
within my hearts abode.
I could open it when I wanted,
and only I would know the code.
I could choose a time of laughing,
a time of happiness and fun.
I could choose a time that tried me,
through everything I've done.
I sat and thought about what moment,
would always make me smile.
One that would always push me,
to walk that extra mile.
If I'm feeling sad and low,
if I'm struggling with what to do.
I can go and open my little safe,
and watch my moment through.
There are moments I can think of,
that would lift my spirits everytime.
The moments when you picked me up,
when the road was hard to climb.
For me to only pick one moment,
to cherish, save and keep,
Is proving really difficult,
as I've gathered up a heap!
I've dug deep inside my heart,
found the safe and looked inside,
there was room for lots of moments,
in fact hundreds if I tried.
I'm building my own little library,
embedded in my heart,
for all the moments spent with you,
before you had to part.
I can open it up whenever I like,
pick a moment and watch it through,
My little library acts as a promise,
I'll never ever forget you
-----------------------------------------------------------
Please don't cry...
Please don’t cry
I’m not really gone
When you look out the window
I’ll be standing on the lawn
Please don’t cry
I’ll see you again
Don’t be sad
Keep up your chin
Please don’t cry
I’m not really dead
When you cry yourself to sleep
I’ll be by your bed
Please don’t cry
Just because we had to part
As long as you remember me
I’ll live in your heart
Please don’t cry
I’m not gone forever
I’ll be a cool and gentle breeze
In hot summer weather
Please don’t cry
Don’t run and hide
When you need a shoulder to lean on
I’ll be by your side
Please don’t cry
When you’re sad and weak
I’ll be there
To kiss you on the cheek
Please don’t cry
This is just a goodbye
So please, oh please
Baby, do not cry..
-----------------------------------------------------------
Have hope:
nder a democratic shield,
Beneath the enticing charm,
Lies an autocratic exterior,
Revealing cursed ideas, cruelty and harm.
In a coalescence of evil,
Where the good man stands alone,
And evil pierces a man’s heart,
His true integrity, never shown.
And she, full of mesmerizing beauty,
A dutiful, dependable dove,
With a heart as the moist as the allure,
Within the man who licked away her love.
The letter she adored,
As his plan began to mould,
But she never glanced behind the curtains,
Where the man watched beneath the subtle folds.
Persuasion was her tactic,
Persuasion was her key,
As she strode off into the world,
To find out what awaited thee.
But the villain grew weary,
His heart had lost its evil hilt,
As he felt something, never felt before,
Tumbling, tumbling, cascading guilt.
What has cursed you,
Where has you soulless heart flown,
What is this human feeling,
This tinge of weakness, now shown.
Where is that splash of murder,
That reeks inside your bones,
Where has your guiltless heart flown,
What are you Stranger, make your purpose known.
Get up poor man,
Look at your sorry self,
Why is your face as pale as the tears,
Which washes your hatred away.
I will prevail,
I shall not let my contempt die,
Why, why do I feel so different,
When I look in her innocent eyes.
She clambered up the disjointed, stone stairs,
As a plan he began to create,
As she ambled into the house,
To find the man that would soon seal her fate.
A figure absconded from the house,
As ghosts uttered their illicit farewells,
A lifeless being laid in His hands,
And he strode away, walking towards Hell.
A faceless figure is seen, slitting through the silence,
Through ashes mumbling their malicious spells,
Dust caressing his blood tarnished claws,
And ringing far away in the shunned night, reverberating cemetery bells.
Where does your heart lie,
As this tale lingers in your mind,
A girl with luscious curls as vulnerable,
As her poor defected soul.
Who haunts you,
In the corners of your heart,
What do you think they deserve,
A life for a life.
And on top of her body,
Strewn away from the world,
A dutiful dependable dove,
Swept away, its wings unfurled
------------------------------------------------------------
The real reason why I wrote all of these...was becuase I wanted to help you people out through the power of poetry. I wish to help those in need of a friend..
I do not wish to leave others alone. I don't want to stand on the sidelines anymore.I want to be...good.
I want to be someone everyone can call "friend". Even if you people do not know me..I care for you people with my heart. For I now know that all life is sacred.
All life is meant to be cherish, not thrown away. I want to be...your light. I want to be..helpful to you.
I really do hope these poems helped all of you in some way. Thank you to all living human beings for giving me..life again. <3
Pure & Joy
Daniel Alexander Ramirez.
In the beginning, that's the word everyone feels whenever they think of someone special.
Love is the word that brings people happiness.
It gives them life, meaning, hope and faith because one man and one woman, thinks that they're always going to be together.
But in the end, love is nothing. Nothing compared to hatred or hurt. Love only causes pain to those who want to be loved.
Love is breaking someone's heart whenever you hear that person say, "I don't love you."
Love brings tears to those who are broken.
Love always has something else with it.
Sometimes it brings pain.
Hurt.
Regret.
Melancholy.
Burdens.
All those things are what love has brought. Though some people fight for their love, evillness came raging back until it overwhelmes you with such force.
It's normal. It's life. It sometimes feels just right.
Love sometimes comes with a dream, but leaves with a nightmare.