Poetry of the Soul

By Lisa Moffet

Every poem in this book is real and to the point and makes you feel like you are going through every emotion that has been written in every poem. It is full of very deep emotions of depression and reality that we all go through in life that make it hard to deal with . In this lies my hope that one day, one of the poems in this book will help someone else who is going through the same things that I have gone through and see that if I made it through, then so can they. Every poem talks about true feelings that a lot of people have a hard time to face alone. Sometimes it helps to know that someone else knows how we feel, and it makes the pain all the more easier to cope with—almost like a ray of sunshine to a terrible day. Every poem is a true feeling of love lost and the pain it leaves behind , memories that tear us all apart in different ways, and memories of things that I have gone through in life. By writing these poems, it has also helped me to heal by getting it off my chest.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9781662481079

Book preview

I’m Holding It All In

I’m holding it all in.

I’m not going to say a thing

Because I know it don’t matter

To you anyways.

So I’m holding it all in.

Yeah, I’m holding it all in,

trying to pick up the pieces,

but don’t know where to begin.

So I’m holding it all in.

Yeah, I’m holding it all in.

I thought we were lovers,

But we are not even friends.

You played me for seventeen years

And couldn’t be a man.

So I’m holding it all in.

Yeah, I’m holding it all in.

You couldn’t even be a father,

So where do I begin?

It was all about you,

But what about your children?

Where do they fit in?

So I’m holding it all in.

Yeah, I’m gonna hold it all in.

Her Name Was Forgotten

She sat listening to sad songs

that reminded her of him

and looking at his picture on the wall.

And I guess she couldn’t take no more

of the pain she felt inside,

for that day she ended her own life.

Oh, I guess he didn’t love her,

at least not the way he said he did,

for he didn’t shed no tears

when he found her lying there.

It was like he had an empty soul,

so lonely and so cold,

and the legacy of her

would soon grow old.

Now many years have passed,

and her name was forgotten.

And he went on with his life

as though she