Poems by Walter Pinder
March 16th, 2008
I Am the Black Rose
More rare than a Four Leaf Clover
Blooming only once in a lifetime
Surrounded by a bush full of
Roses the color of Blood
As majestic as a Unicorn
As mysterious as Ghosts at Midnight
Amazing in my beauty
But dangerous as a tiger
Thorns as hard as Diamonds
And sharp as a Double Edged Sword
Not as Easily forgotten
Like the most Cherished Memory
Of a Lost Loved One...
August 24th, 2006
I am the war widow
I am the newly made orphan
I am the aborted unborn child
I am the life changing accident
I am the hit and run victim
I am the gun shot victim
I am the unsolved murder victim
I am the mother of children taken by the streets
I am the victim of rape
I am the man who has lost everything
I am the molested 3 year-old
I am the promising young man who has been killed
I am the overdosed addict
I am the family left behind
I am the fatherless child
I am the victim of domestic abuse
I am sad infinite
I am the suicidal teen
I am the desperate parent
I am depression
I am the loss of hope
I am the lost
I am the tired of living
I am tragedy
Where I strike only pain is left behind
But where there is pain there is strength
For with weakness comes strength
Without tragedy there is no life
For Life is filled with tragedy and it is up to us to become strong with pain