Samuel Cooksey Books
Hey There
This page is just some of the poems I have written. It doesn't matter if they are bad or not they will make it on this page as long as I am not too lazy to put them here. Please don't judge me too harshly, I'm not very good at poems.
He Cries
Everyday he cries
for the hole in his heart
for the rip in his soul
for the empty spot in his bed
He wakes in tears
for she is gone
leaving him alone
leaving him to live without her
He does not cry
because he has not lived
or not been loved
nor for his regrets
He can not stop the tears
when he sees her face
in the daughter who has her eyes
in the grandson who has her laugh
Seventy-one years with her,
now his only comfort
are his brittle memories
and so
He cries
Meaning of Love
Love is not how happy someone makes you.
Love is not a feeling
because feeling are stuck within moments,
forever connected and forgotten with the passage of time.
Love is greater than any of the passions one may have.
Love is like gravity.
A force that is always there
pulling you home.
You maybe able to jump or fly
but eventually you will find
that it has brought you back to where you were always meant to be.
Home
Stitches
I am still haunted by your face,
Your laugh echoes out from the darkness,
Time passes,
And the wound I had stitched with the love from another
continues to sep blood from the center of my chest,
running down my broken body
dropping onto the dry parched earth.
The stitches are an agonizing torture
For they hold me together.
would it have been better to let myself bleed out,
To let the scorched earth be watered by the torment inside.
But this is the path that I have chosen.
To live.
To survive with the burden of being alive
With the knowledge that these stitches hold together a shadow of my former self.
For I will forever be haunted by your face.
Wild Love
“Gather around,”
the moon whispered to the eager night sky.
“There is a girl, down on earth
who is full of life.
Her soul shines so brightly
that you can see her across time itself.
No painting can reflect her beauty.
No poem can capture her essence.
She is wild,
passionate,
and full of love.
The wind itself
has tried to catch her
but has never been able to.
If you want to see her
all you have to do is wait.
Wait,
until the sun kisses the horizon,
and the sky explodes with color.
Wait,
patiently and do not move,
for when the colors fade to black,
She will be the one dancing in the starlight.
If you dare,
open your heart.
She may wander to you,
And if you are that lucky,
love her for there is no other soul quite like hers.
Dance with her for as long as she will let you.
But remember,
no one,
not even the wind can tame her.”
Motivation
We are born into a world that demands too,
Eat,
Sleep,
Grow,
Learn,
Obey,
Love,
Be loved,
Find out who you are,
Take care of the people around you,
Make something of yourself,
Find your dreams,
Care for the people you don’t know,
Make your family proud,
Don’t complain,
Buy a home,
Make a family,
Buy this,
Eat right,
Be skinny,
Figure out how to live,
Take every opportunity
Make something you can be proud of,
Make something of yourself
Find love
Be a good person...
Don’t—
Just don’t give up.
Mantra
I am Strong
I am Brave
I am be Better than I was yesterday
But if I fail
that's all right
For I know
There is a person who will always love me
and that person
is me