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Poetry

As I mentioned in my other poetry page, these reveal a part of my soul, that once beared, leave me open to hurt. I hope anyone that reads these, glean something for them-selves. To take with them in the journey that life has for them.

These writings are on a mixture of subjects, in no order. Read on and enjoy.

More of My Poetry

William Green Valley

Misc. Writings

 

My Writings

"N"

She comes between us in the dead of the nite
always on my mind, always out of sight.
You touched her, all the while touching me
stirring the same emotions, reactions
in two different bodies.
One right, one wrong.
Only once she was with you
once too much, once too far.
She is away in distance but not in thought
I hate you for it, I loathe her for being there
and allowing what was, to be.

She is here now as you love me
touch me, are with me
Taking from me what was rightfully mine
Easily taken and willingly given.
I wasn't there, nor was I near
I am complete no more

My half is lost but remains
to haunt me and to taunt me.
Always reliving the pain and the fear
that knowing what happened then, can be again
Or has been again since, with another.

"Belief"

One man, alone, cold & wanting.
Filled with the grief hurt and pain
his hands had caused
A ball of hate and aggression
claimed the hole where his heart once lived.
He was alone and lonely in the dark.

Opening his eyes he saw the light.
He felt the warmth on his skin
The cleansing breath of the "Word"
He let his walls fall
clutching at his renewed faith
Which flowed with full force.

The ball of hate was washed away
along with the dirt of past deeds
He holds his head high
love and understanding grow in him.
And his heart beats with the "Knowledge".
God is finally with him.

Amen.

 

 William Green Valley

~ Locked Within ~

Each poem I write, shows a different slice of me
Some slices near the surface
Show what I cover myself with
While slices taken near my core
Show naked vulnerability
Some poems reveal parts of me
I would just a soon forget
And others show a side
Frozen in time from earlier days.

I am a composite of all I reveal
And yet these words I write
Are not me either, for I am trapped forever
Locked within my soul.

~ Purple was Hurting ~

When purple was hurting
her image torn by childhood events
past so long ago

I rushed to her side
opening boxes of red and green feelings
comforting her with shades of brown.

But purple was hurting deeper than this
great violet tears ran
down her soft cheeks.

And all I could but offer my silver
and blue words and touch her shoulder
with aqua and gold.

 

Misc. Writings

Between the iron gates of fate,
the seeds of time were sown.
And watered by the deeds of those who know, and who are known.
Knowledge is a deadly friend,
for those who obey the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools

Natures green is Gold
Her hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf a flower
but only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaves,
So Eden sand to grief
As Dawn goes down today
NOTHING Gold can stay.