Honey.. Poem by Zoraida Rivera Poet
Bees flyfrom flowerto flowerto get some honey… He jumpsfrom girlto girlto get his honey… I do believe Is timefor him tobuzz off…
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Few.. Poem by Zoraida Rivera Poet
The Very Few People… I have left … To … Rely On.. ..Are The Very… Ones… I… Can’t…….
Don’t Try… Poem by Zoraida Rivera Poet
Please don’t try to figure me out In my years of living my life I’m still Trying to figure me out! Live Your life as you see it fit..
Cool Breeze. Poem by Zoraida Rivera Poet
Cool breeze blowing through thetrees.I think of the days , the nights, the hours, you were hereWith me..You set yourself free, the day you left me..June 2004, you left me standingOn the floor, wondering why, you said good-bye. I cried and cried. Every June that passes by, I dry the tears from my eyes. I …
Before you realize… Poem by Zoraida Rivera Poet
No regrets do I hold,for what’s the senseof it all… Regrets will only leaveyou cold, cold insideyour soul… From time to timewe make wrong decisions,for this I know… We wrong our love onesour friends and at times thosewe don’t really know.. We choose the wrong career,some drop out of schoolEtcetera, etcetera, etcetera… Dont spent your …
Beauty Poem by Zoraida Rivera Poet
I’m sipping on teaAs I sit underneath this tree How fast the trees are changingChanging colors of it’s leaves This reminds me of you and II think of how qickly we’re changing from young to old As I sip on my teasitting underneath this treeI find Beauty in it all
And On That Night… Poem by Zoraida Rivera Poet
The truth is bestto be told… For when a lieis told.no one knows..only you… Deep inside your heartyou hide that lie… It’ll will eat you up inside… I know is hard butYou shouldn’t lie,I’ll tell you why… For this I know… One lie is told, then one morethen ten fold of lies you had told.. …
All I had……. Poem by Zoraida Rivera Poet
When my Bag of Tricks…..are empty.. When I don’t have a song to… sing The days are passing me……by, What else is left to give.,Have given you…. all I had.
Aches for Love.. Poem by Zoraida Rivera Poet
To the world they see a happy go lucky girlwhat a joy they say to have arounda great life they seem to think I have….. But, they don’t know the other sidethe side that cries and aches for love…….
Fun? Poem by Zoraida Rivera Poet
Funeral…. Why is it that the firstthree letters in funeralspells fun? Does anyone knowwhy? Is it an answer,we’re yet to know?.. Is it something weshould know?… Is it fun and gamesafter we leavethis earth? I guess, we’ll never knowuntil is ourturn to go… No disrespectto our love onesand to all that passed..