Third World

This isn’t some typical poetry for your children.

This is some advice for some 6.5 billion.

This is for the masses that need some positive feelings.

For all the people who can’t stand Uncle Sam’s dealings.

These politicians only got my people reeling.

Back on our heels, and inflated to the ceiling.

Only numbers that don’t go up is our hourly pay.

And yet we’re expected to make it day by day.

No one is listening to what the people have to say.

This is supposed to be democracy, you say?

This is the struggle. American third world country.

Forgive me for not feeling that the life I live is lovely.

How can I, when my family is constantly struggling?

Ain’t no way we can make it, my babies are going hungry.

All because Daddy doesn’t make enough money.

Independent

For an amazing wife, mother, and woman; Jen Newville

I’ve tried expressing my concerns, but you don’t ever learn.

That name calling shit really is for the birds.

I see you’re confused by what you heard.

How could you disrespect your own daughter?

You’re the worst; sorry excuse for a father.

Your own daughter doesn’t trust you, so you took it even farther.

She is proud of herself, and now you’re looking at the product.

Father is a title that you just haven’t earned.

So, forgive me for not caring about your feelings that I hurt.

There’s a name for people like you; call them lurks.

You are just another shameless jerk with no ambition to work.

You’re an alcoholic mess, and you made me go berserk.

Now, try to make another excuse for your hideous behavior.

Call your daughter a few more names, like you made her.

She’s a beautiful woman, and my life’s true savior.

She’s completely self-made, unlike the two failures that created her.

Now, she’s surrounded by love. Not the family that only hated her.

Love and Emotions

Poem written by Trever Conner

Does love ever fade away?
Does it ever fall into the distance and decay?

Is love something that you can forget,
When the memories are not something that you even regret?

Are your feelings something you can store afar?
Will the pain ever escape from this wounded scar?
Is this all something I should keep within,
When I am not sure if I can even win?
Should I give up, and just keep moving on forward?
Even if my standards, and expectations, have been lowered.
I guess this guy just don't know what to do,
Because I just feel like my love life may be through.
The last name is Conner and Trever is the first.
Not knowing all the answers seems to be the worst.

Trever Conner is a poet from Mt. Pleasant, MI. If you are interested in hiring Trever Conner to write poetry for you, then click here to contact him. Thank you for your support of poetry, and please feel free to comment!