Poetry

I fully realize some of the writings below are crap. That being said, we all have our personal tastes. Some people may like a crap sandwich now and then.

- Adam

I say goodbye to my true love
Forever and a day
I once believed our hearts were locked
in that eternal way
But now our lives are forked apart
My failings all be true
Oh, Lord, I pray again to thee -
Why don't you form me new?

SHATTERED by Adam James Pankratz

How did he do for himself?

A family

Friends

Was he loved?

Do you remember the sound of his voice?

What did he talk about?

Did you listen?

Are you still?

There are whispers upon the wind

Always remember never to forget

Can you hear them?

He’ll visit you in your dreams

Telling you that everything is okay

A smile, comfort, relief

You’ll know

Time will flow and you’ll feel him tickle your spine

He’s waiting for you

Patience

There’s still work to be done

A family

Friends

You are loved

ONLY PASSING by Adam James Pankratz

Feelings fade
as they become lost away
Celestial lights shine
while the darkness turns to day
Heart vacates
making room for one more
Mind clears
healing that painful sore
Body trembles
with new found bliss
Lips moisten
anticipating your kiss
Arms embrace
your elegant figure
Soul longs
to hold you forever

FEELINGS FADE by Adam James Pankratz

crimson fire, you boil
within
longing desire, escaping
again
foolish bond, forever
taut
storm passes, damaging
naught
piling stones, walls
erecting
broken bones, pain
detecting
wounds opened, see how they
flow
confided self, it only can
slow
darkness brings, clouds
overhead
sheltered by wings, left by words
unsaid
gawking eyes, piercing the
wall
standing still, no rocks shall
fall
embers dying, the blaze it
ceases
lonely lying, canyon
increases
who will step in?

BURN by Adam James Pankratz

He said, “I love you,” and that was all it took.

She gave her body to be his and he planted his seed in her virginal fields, then silently slipped away.

The season changed and his words echoed nightly, yet she sat alone as her belly grew.

“Love” began to hurt, deeply.

A simple procedure to erase his mark.

He said, “I want you,” and that was all it took.

She gave her body to be his to fill the emptiness within, barren from the boy who silently slipped away.

Again her belly grew and suddenly another boy desired someone new.

Unwanted and alone, another memory to be thrown away.

She said, “I need you,” and that was all it took.

She gave her body to be his but felt nothing in her heart, closing it for shame.

Another seed to crush.

Another life never to be.

CHOICE by Adam James Pankratz

Can you make me feel special

Like you need me

With just a look?

Can you say the words

And mean them

Never to be proven wrong?

Can you make me smile

When the days been rough

To the point of tears?

Can you take the time to listen

As I ramble

And hear what others don’t?

Can you make me feel special

Like you want me

And always will?

Can you love me forever

Through good & bad

And all that transpires?

Can you hold me closely

In your arms so tight

As the darkness comes?

QUESTIONS OF YOU by Adam James Pankratz

Three silly brothers standing side by side

One told the other the third one had lied

Sheet to sheet and fist to face

Down go three brothers – a scuffling disgrace

Three smiling sisters pampered day and night

Dancing together from left and to right

Dress to dress and heal to toe

No care in the world, this is all they know

Three unwed mothers sobbing night and day

“We’re ruined forever,” was all they could say

Back to back and tears to hand

Living out the dream with nowhere to stand

One failing father running near and far

Leaving them behind to chase a fallen star

Girl to girl and brat to boy

Selfish desires thoroughly destroy

THE DEATH OF FAMILY by Adam James Pankratz

I stumble upon this path called Life
wishing that I truly weren't here
Throughout all the pain and strife
I hide all my hope and fear

I stumble upon this path called Life
searching for shelter to rest
Throughout all the pain and strife
I find an accepting nest

I stumble upon this path called Life
longing for comfort and Love
Throughout all the pain and strife
my wants are answered above

I stumble upon this path called Life
needing someone to hold
Throughout all anguish and strife
my truth is yet untold

THIS PATH CALLED LIFE by Adam James Pankratz

To tame a beast there is sacrifice,
moments of pain whence claws do slice.
Scars you carry.

Fits of frothing anger
warning of the danger
transparent to trained eyes.

True nature concealed by stripes
unexpected by such types;
A notable disguise.

The sting one must feel
can only be real.
Scorn you bury.

TAMING THE TIGER by Adam James Pankratz

My tears flow in the darkness
revealing my guilt and scorn
The thoughts drift in my head
wishing I were nev'r born

I feel this turmoil
of causing you grief
Death reaches out to me
offering relief

Hope has kept me going
until this very day
The Angel, which is you,
has convinced me to stay

You've shined down upon me
with the warmth you emit
You've accepted the blunder
I needed to admit

One month has flown by
sharing these moments with you
Something has been growing
a Love that is new

One rose I give
incomparable to the beauty you possess
A small thank you
for your cherished forgiveness

ONE ROSE, ONE MONTH by Adam James Pankratz

I feel this emptiness within
with no relief in sight
My world is clouded by sin
chasing me tonight
Why can't I Just be Alone?

I hear the oncoming train
forcing me to the ground
They try and try again
How do I block the sound?
Why can't I Just be Alone?

I smell the stench of Lust
creeping into my life
Knocking down the trust
built for a loving wife
Why can't I Just be Alone?

I taste the bitter defeat
following the deed
My faith will nev'r be beat
if you only take away the need
Why can't I Just be Alone?

I speak these words of regret
knowing well what I've done
The battle rages yet
Thine victory shall be won
When Shall I be Alone?

TRIBULATION by Adam James Pankratz

I'm dreaming of the day you'll
Listen to my heart, the tale
Of my soul, the
Vain struggle
Encased for
Your eyes alone
Offering words hidden
Upon the bow

UNTITLED by Adam James Pankratz

The great use of life is to spend it on something that will outlast it." James Truslow Adams (1878-1949), American historian, writer