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When I See You

I must tell you something 
 
You always know how to make my day
When I see your smile...I grin 
When I hear your laugh...I laugh
When I feel your hugs....I know they are filled with love
When I hear your voice...I fill up with butterflies
When I see you look at me...I can only make eye contact for less then a second before 
the pain returns
 
It makes me sad that we aren't each others...
When I see you unhappy...I want to do anything to make you happy once again
When I hear you cry...I cry 
When your in pain..I know I did something to cause the pain 
When I hear your voice...I fill with sadness
When I see you look at me...I can only make eye contact for less then a second before 
the pain returns
 
I guess what I'm trying to get at is that I need you and want you in my life from here on 
out! 
After today I hope when I see you I don't fill pain but with butterflies
 
I love you...my lil monster :(

Copyright © Mary Jayne Budd | Year Posted 2011



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Fighting

We fight for many reasons...
We fight for freedom, peace
and love. 
We fight for love and 
against love. 
Love is a non-stop 
war sometimes between 
two people sometimes 
between more...
When one war is done
you come out with battle 
wounds. But the wounds
dont matter when you come
back to the one you fought 
for. When you come back 
and they have open arms 
for you no matter what happened. 
They have the same battle wounds
as you. When this battle is over 
the next one comes along soon
after. Sometimes you think 
you finished the battle and there 
will be no more fighting, but then 
they start up again. You think you 
finished it when you tell yourself
that your never going to fight for 
this person ever again even though
deep down you are fighting to them 
off your mind....
The war is never over...

Copyright © Mary Jayne Budd | Year Posted 2011

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Would You Care

If I was to die tomorrow, would you care?
If I were to tell you every secret I have, would you care? 
If I gave you everything you ever wanted, would you care?
If I told you I love you every second of everyday, would you care?
If I was to die tomorrow, would you care?
I would do anything just to get you to care about me for even a few minutes.
I would hold you and never let go.
I would tell you how much I love you everyday.
I would give you the world.
I would take a bullet for you, just so you would care about me as I was taking my last 
breath....

Copyright © Mary Jayne Budd | Year Posted 2011

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It Hurts

The tears that roll down my face burn like lava
When I wipe them away my heart starts to ache
It aches when I see his beautiful face
When I hear his smooth voice it feels like someone is stabbing me in my heart
As I write this I cry because my pen feels like rose thorns stabbing my hand
It hurts so much when I hear his name that I want to run and cry
When I think of the memories we had I just want to live in them forever
I want to do this but I need to forget what happened in the past and focus on my future 
even though it hurts to know that I have to do so...

Copyright © Mary Jayne Budd | Year Posted 2011

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From Dream To Nightmare

I dream of a life that seem so far away. 
I dream of having a big house, a happy marriage 
and a lovely child. 
I dream of a life that is filled with happiness 
and hurt is but a myth to scare little kids.
I dream of all these things.
These dreams used to look real 
whenever I looked into his beautiful eyes.
I used to feel they coming true whenever 
we would share a kiss or whenever he 
would hold me in his safe arms.
I would hear them coming true 
every time we would tell each other 
how much we love one another.
But these dreams have turned into 
horrible nightmares that burn deeper 
into my brain every time I close my 
eyes and try to sleep. 
I don't see, hear, or even feel my
dreams coming true anymore.
I can only see, hear, and feel them 
slowly and painfully turning into 
a horrible nightmare.....

Copyright © Mary Jayne Budd | Year Posted 2011




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