Daddy's Home-Poetry by Cher

Daddy's Home, Poetry by Cher

Out the front door I stepped

As he pulled into the drive

His face covered full with hair

Like that of Santa's pride.

Who was this man before me?

My father's friend I was sure

I started off to tell him

That my father was not here.

So long gone was he away

To a child it seemed forever

Like a dream that never ended

But soon would get much better

With the puzzled look he gave

As I'm sure I had one too

He opened up his arms and said boy did I miss you!

Just like in a movie

My heart was pounding loudly

The longest foot I ever ran

into the arms of Daddy!

Cheryl L. Edwards

Copyright ©2008 Cheryl L.Edwards

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Who Sees?-Poetry by Cher

Who Sees?--Poetry by Cher
 
Who Sees the seasons changing
Who Sees the Earth thats raging
Who Sees the Fear in our eyes
Who Sees the Babys die
 
Who Cares what a mess we are in
Who Cares that our is Future glim
Who Cares what we can do
Who Cares , how about you?
 
Who will step up and save the day, or is much too late already?
Who will stand and see the truth , through Politicians that rule so steady?
Who will open the blinds put infront of our eyes
Who will stop them before we all die?
 
Why is it always the "little person" who can see
How horrible this world has come to be
With Earthquakes, Tornadoes,  Hurricanes, and death from the Seas
Are we really just numbers? Not Human, Not Hurting
Who Sees, Who Cares, Who will finally fix this mess?
 
Are we too late?
 
Copyright Cheryl Edwards 2010
 
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Tar Balls by Cher

Tar Balls by Cher
 
Tar Balls, Tar Balls
That's all we hear these days
Oil spewing from beneath
How can we think its safe?
 
Our Oceans are poisoned by
Big Business Oil
Our Beaches are saturated by
The ones who made it spoil
 
How can we continue to let these people drill
Off shore is full of unknowns
Will we learn from this spill?
 
If the powers that be have any say
Our Earth won't stand to stay this way
She will rise up in anger, and strike with a mighty hand
To all that continue to abuse her land
 
Open your eyes Oh mighty Ones
You must see the death toll coming our way
You must see the horrible pain in our wake
 
The sadness that looms very close to our heads
Keeps all the little ones up in their beds
Will tomorrow come for these tiny ones
Or will the Mighty Powers close their eyes
And only See Money, the dollar signs that rise
Will they say "oh well, it's not I who will fix this mess"
Then we wait and wonder what comes next!
 
Earth is telling us! Someone needs to listen!
 
Copyright Cheryl Edwards 2010
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Pain By Cher at Poetry by Cher

Pain by Cher
 
Pounding loudly, but no one else can hear
Blinding the eyes, but no one else can see
Banging, Slamming, Sounds so loud they pain
How can you not see what is happening!
 
Darkness can be a great sight to see
Silence can be the loudest sound to me
Dampness  a cold that feels so good
Sliceing through this mixed up neighbourhood
 
How pain is so subjective
The doctors cannot know
What truly hurts , what pain is real
They think you put on a show
 
Pills, oh pills, they are but a bandage
To cover up the symptoms
For now, a cure they cannot manage
 
The illnesss that cannot be seen
The pain within cannot be relieved
The ones who say, "you hurt yeah right"
To feel it would be cause for fight
 
If only they could feel what you do
If only they could know just a little
Of how you feel so bad
Then there would be a breakthrough, you can bet on that!
 
Fight for the things you know
Fight for the one's who don't
Fight for the cure one day
Don't give in, Don't let them stand in the way!
 
Copyright @ Cheryl Edwards 2010
 
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Perfect-Poetry by Cher

Perfect, Poetry by Cher

Perfect not everyone can be
Perfect not the same to you and me
Perfect how can we really know
How Perfect someone is, it’s all show
She sees the daily magazines,
Like an actor studying for a part
She wants to be like them,
She feels it so strong in her heart
And those women on the T.V. screen,
With perfect hair they’re living the dream
The Dream that is masked as the truth,
The dream that she wants to prove
And how the mannequin sings so sweetly
As she passes by the shiny clean windows
Of the stores she cannot afford
She must, she must, she must have more
Her mind feels so cluttered like a dream she cannot awake
She searches everyday to attain the Perfect make
Why wasn’t she born with beauty and Perfect skin
Why can’t her life be like the rest of them
Why should they have it all, why does she feel so small
Perfect not everyone can be
Perfect not the same to you and me
Perfect how can we really know
How Perfect someone is, IT’S ALL SHOW!

Copyright@ 2010 Cheryl Edwards


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T-Bombing (new slang for texting)

T-Bombing (new Slang for texting)

T-Bombing (texting) slang created in Sault Ste. Marie , Ontario Canada by Nathan Edwards and Doug Watt. Most people text around this world, well there is a new slang for it it's called T-Bombing!

Like it, use it, credit it to 2 young guys, Nate Edwards and Doug Watt of Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario Canada 2010!

Copyright @Cheryl Edwards 2010

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Simple Poem By Cher

Simple---Poem by Cher


Simple, what a word
Simple, have you heard
Simple, is the way to go
Simple, who would ever know

Simple, we strive to live
Simple, we teach our kids
Simple, we can't attain
Simple, so much to gain

Simple, how hard can it be?
Simple, to both you and me
Simple, if we only could
Simple, but we really should

Why can't we live Simple lives
like when we were kids
Why does life speed up so
Why does life have to go

So fast it seems to speed and slip
If it were Simple
We could enjoy the trip

Copyright 2010 @Cheryl Edwards 2010




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As I try to Sleep-Poetry by Cher

As try to Sleep

Late at night I see the pictures
I see them as a movie
They move faster and faster
As I try to sleep

I try to slow them down as they speed past
They won't stop they tortue me
Pictures of what was, what could be, and what might
They taunt me As I try to sleep

The pictures find their way in
I always wonder how
They spin around , they move about
I try to grab on but
They move at me As I try to sleep

The pictures make me worry
The pictures make me sad
They make me wonder, but never glad
They fly at me As I try to sleep

Sleep comes and then goes
My worries are strong and so vivid
I wake with the Pictures in my Head
Then do it again As I try to sleep

Copyright @2010 Cheryl Edwards


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Music is Poetry by Cher

Poetry by Cher

Song lyrics are poems put to music. Most lyrics come in a poetic way, put them to music and you have a hit, if not, you have a great poem !

Check out Family Portrait by Pink, beautiful and tortured song, but what a poem!




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Panic @ Poetry by Cher

Panic by Cheryl L. Edwards


With every move I make, I cry
With every thought I think, I cry
With every one I love, I cry
With every heart I break, I cry
I cry for the life I had
I cry for the soul I lost
I cry for the love I gave
I cry for the ones I miss
Panic took my life
Panic took my soul
Panic took my family
Panic took it all

No more will I cry
No more will I quit
No more will I hide
No more will I die
I take my life back
I take my soul back
I take my family back
I take myself back, panic you lose!
Copyright © 2009 Cheryl Edwards




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Hurt by Cher

Hurt
by Cher

As the years wear on, I sink into myself
wondering if I'll ever know What made me
sick so long
I take the pills I see the doctors
I suffer the pain I hear the shrills
How was I to know what lurked in my mind
Not knowing was hurting,
But to know, well Did I want to?
Filing through my memories was scary to say the least
What I was to find was not fit forman nor beast
Infact it was a man in my past I was to see
This man was there, when I was young, and he was hurting me
Now I take the pills And hope to be much better
But there is no cure for
A baby girl who is hurt forever
Copyright © 2009 Cheryl Edwards


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What is Poetry/Poetry by Cher

What is Poetry/Poetry by Cher

Poetry is something different to everyone! Some people like poems to rhyme as I do, some like them to be deep and make you think, some just enjoy the rythmic movement of the words on the page! There are many different ways of writing and enjoying a poem. Some are short, some are long, some haiku's are beautiful and only a few lines long. What ever way you like your poetry, know that none is wrong. If you like it, if you express your feelings and you feel better for it. You can't be wrong.

Write your own poem, try it today, see how you feel afterwards!


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