a trip in time

i remember in years past how much i spent a great deal of my time writing poetry- heck i even taught creative writing anyway i thought i would share two poems that are on the web site
www.poetry.com

Hurt

inhibitions for a dying soul are restless for peace
the innner cry for a aching child longs for release
what bitter things this world offers when facade eats the very soul?
a lie on the lips- the truth wrapped with whips
a hurting laughing mother
struggles.
Melissa Rose-Ann MoncrieffeCopyright ©2002 Melissa Moncrieffe

Who Am I?

i look in the mirror and what do i see?
two little black eyes staring at me
one turned up nose and a pouty mouth
asking the question what am i all about?
a wishful glance,looking to see
what they say is my hidden beauty
but all i see is years of pain
unwashed tears
so, i'll look away
who am i?
a troubled soul?
a darken heart?
a life untold?
i am me!!!
MYSTERY
Melissa Rose Ann MoncrieffeCopyright ©2002 Melissa Moncrieffe

Our Parts

an echo resounds

yet no one speaks,

the strength is mustered

yet one is weak,

a teardrop falls yet no one cries,

the truth is uttered

yet it's all lies

a heart it beats

yet life's all gone,

the night falls quickly

yet it's already dawn,

the gift of life gives us roles-roles where

a smile is offered-daily

an ear is given-readily

a job is done-earnestly

a shoulder is on loan-willingly

a chance is taken-wholeheartedly

an arm's outstretched-constantly.

Copyright ©2002 Melissa Rose - Ann Moncrieffe