Devil's Guilt

Devil's Guilt

I am feeling guilty,
for questions so nutty.
I ask for the impossible,
causing unnecessary troubles.

Your consciousness sprained,
heart crushed in pain,
I am nothing but selfish,
a devil's personification in flesh.

This may be my shortest poem ever. I just wanted to express my thoughts right now.

My Resolve

This is a poem I dedicate to my loved one, who I fondly call my baby.

My Resolve

I want to see your elusive eyes,
I long for your very smile,
the sweet smell of your skin,
your hair of black satin.

My life is because of you,
You reside in my heart, that's true.
Without you, I will be gone,
without your love, I am undone.

So even if I defy my destiny,
even if life's against you and me,
I will try my very hardest,
to love you with all my best.

Beauty

Beauty

Beauty, what is beauty?
Is it a girl filled with pity?
Is it a lady in sorrow,
that on her cheeks, tears flow?

Should she be fair,
that everyone just stares.
Fair, what is fair?
Is it simply white, or a face that's rare?

Is beauty a field of flowers?
or the sound of rain showers?
Is she a young girl or mother nature?
Is beauty born with or grown and nurtured?

But what I do know,
is that your beauty will certainly show,
through life's hardships and tests,
when you undergo your own quest.

This is in response to prompts from Simply Snickers.

Worker's Plight (Poem)

Worker's Plight

I toil for gold,
but what's in sight?
Nothing but mold
and dust in flight.

Each time i swing,
pickaxe hits a stone
and I'm wishing
to see my home.

Each morning starts
in my love's songs.
But left my heart
where it belongs.

So I salute
those at the top,
who plays the flute
while we don't stop.

I hope I am not too late for submitting this poem. I just learned about Simply Snickers and The Meme Express earlier.

Path to Insanity

Path to Insanity
-jethro08 a.k.a. Theo Jr

With tears, i try to find,
the roads of laughter in mind.
Each path i take,
my heart always breaks.

Each course I will climb!
But with aching foot and limb,
I will but retire with regret.
In the end, is this all I get?

I have tried words.
I even painted birds.
Every craft i tried.
But I guess my brain is just fried.

But who else to blame,
for i am going insane.
And in front of each stone,
I bow like its a throne

This is in response to Simply Snickers' Poetry Prompt posted on june 14, 2009.
It had been months since I tried writing a poem and it made me wonder that I still have some skill left, although a bit rugged now. Hope you like my poem as it is my first try on a new mood for my poems. Before all my poems are dark, lonely and full of sadness.