Poems from the Heart

By Gloria Tierney

NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW
I TRULY DONT MISS YOU
THOMAS
PAIN
NIGHTMARE
LET THE CHILD BE
PRETENCE
HEAD ON
AS IS
WARNING
DO YOU?
DOWN FALL
AS I FADE AWAY
HATE TO GO TO WORK
WHO IS WHO?
I WONDER
CANT SLEEP
WONT GIVE UP
LIAR
HAVE CLEMENCY
PLEASE SAY YES
MOTHER EARTH
THE GREAT COLLECTORS
BECAUSE I LOVE YOU
OUR LAST GOODBYE
BROKEN HEARTS
WIND, FIRE, WATER AND EARTH
I BLAME MY HEART
MY LIE
DONT TRUST THE NIGHT
PITIFUL PIT
WHISKEY BOTTLE
OLD TREE
FOLLOW THE HEART

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 5, 2009
• ISBN: 9781462819720

Gloria Tierney

Author of POEMS FROM THE HEART. Enjoys writing and loves animals and children. Now retired from work due to sudden disability, uses writing as a tool for well being and to give back to society. Always hoping her writing brings joy to others as well. She will continue.

Book preview

NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW

After gone, our live became a legend.

Writers wrote about our glorious times,

the one we so well faked,

the smiles which tears replaced.

Legend has it, that I never cried.

It has it, we were happy and in love.

It reads we were a heavenly made couple.

They used the story of our life,

as a tool for peace and hope.

No one will ever know that I still cry.

No one will ever know you broke my heart.

The legend must remain as is,

since no one knows.

Meanwhile it is my only hope,

that you repent and cry with me.

For Riona. Hope you like it.

I TRULY DON’T MISS YOU

I am alone and feeling cold.

And without love, feeling sad.

I truly don’t miss you, babe.

What I miss is, the good times.

I’m missing my nightly treats.

I’m missing a hug, a kiss.

I’m missing making love too.

But, by no means I miss you.

I forgot what you look like.

But, not what you felt like, by touch.

And I recall very well,

the pleasure, when we made love.

I truly don’t miss you babe.

I better find love, real soon.

’cause it isn’t you I miss,

It’s what you have given me.

and all which I took from you.

THOMAS

Thirst for wine, for honey-loving juices you bring,

which awake inner notions and shadow my real emotions,

drowning the lady within me.

Heat burning as