Jack's Confession Sonnet
Jack O'reilly:
Father I think you can guess why I left
I was only fifteen years old that time
nobody knew me, it wasn't for theft
I had to leave Manchester, for my crime
was exactly what you are thinking now
it was no coincidence, Lucas died
and it is clear to me your thinking how
Lucas had to go, all true to us tried
but nobody knew me I was a boy
my father never wanted me to fight
I took his gun and used it like a toy
I killed Lucas and I did what was right
because he killed my dad, I moved away
four years ago, I confess death that day.
poem by Daniel McCann
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Jack's Sonnet To Isabel
Jack O'reilly:
My name may be Jack but I do not stalk
your voice sounds even sweeter than sugar
if only, if only sugar could talk
it would resonate to find a lover
if it could I'm sure it would like to sing
Isabel I'm sorry I listen
but beauty in this church is what you bring
I only hear and still have the vision
which has opened the door where you do stand
I am sinning in the church of the lord
by wanting to kiss you and hold your hand
I drink the blood of God for I am bored
of confession I am a sinner here
why not sin once more with no need to fear?
poem by Daniel McCann
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet For The World
I want to write a sonnet for the world
I want it to make you feel warm and cold
one where you can whisper and still be heard
treat it like a child, it is born, and hold
it so it becomes yours and not just mine
speak it like a prophet and pass it down
it is not a man who has done a crime
nor should it be lost when at last its found
it should open doors, it should give your chance
to question all the things you do not know
it should be the answer for ignorance
taking you places that you want to go
it should be a sonnet to save us all
only I wait for my angel to call.
poem by Daniel McCann
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet For Jayden
Lucas Davidson Jr:
He is going to grow up a leader
others will follow him they will win wars
out of the scared he'll make a believer
he will dictate and preach not for applause
but to keep the family name forever
in the life he'l live we will never die
he'l be the eldest the more the better
he will never give in, he'l always try
his brother and sisters will look to him
I will teach him, give him discipline,
at the same time always be good to him
holding him I must look so big to him
our family may lose but he will save them
one day they will all know baby Jayden.
poem by Daniel McCann
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
My hitman
I ask the receptionist where the hitman is.
She tells me hes been awaiting my arrival
hes just down the corridoor, the third door on the left
One, two, three. Its the only one with a red cross.
I enter to see him.
The hit man waiting at a computer.
Are you the hitman?
I ask when I already know.
Sir. I need a hitman, are you my hitman?
Yes?
No I dont need a hit.
Man, I just need you to hit a man.
I heard youve hit before, too many times to count?
Will you hit a man Mr hitman?
Yes Its a man. It is a man.
Hes just... hes being protected by a woman.
A woman I love.
poem by Daniel McCann
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Pictures of you
Looking through pictures of what we used to be
young faces
old image
but the moments we shared are still new to me
we have been in a drawer collecting dust
and I know keeping us, is stupid but
your the only person I could ever really trust.
I just wanna call you
I just wanna talk to you
tell you how I feel
give you love
coz I finally know its real
I sit in sorrow feeling like no one understands
when I go out all I see is happy couples holding hands
I'm looking for someone like me
I whish I could find someone like me
to make me laugh
but all I have
[...] Read more
poem by Daniel McCann
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Change
The other day I walked accross the street
i couldnt believe what I appeared to see...
as I looked at a poor boy who came to me
I asked him his name and he didnt know
he just asked me for change.
I asked where is your mum?
he just asked me for change
I asked where is your dad?
he just asked me for change
I asked will someone come?
he just asked me for change
I asked why are you sad?
with no response to my question there was a pause...
but then once again he asked me for change
see, as i watched him dissapear with his pain
I realised that he actualy asked me...
[...] Read more
poem by Daniel McCann
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Life is longer than you think
Lyrics my arrows audiences my targets
I show you the reasons I had to start this
cause to survive this was my only choice
they say they hear the pain in my voice
and they know that my times were dark
my eyes lead you straight to my heart
know one was there when I fell apart
I was tryna find a way to leave
something inside asked if I was weak
the holy cross told me it was wrong
everyone knew that Declan was strong
when he was gone everyone was there
it made me realize that people do care
they love you but don't show it
a time bomb, its my time I know it
I know I'll explode if I don't blow it.
poem by Daniel McCann
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
My last shot
I only realise how drunk I am when I look in the toilet mirror.
'Wow you are wasted'.
I swear I had more money than this? let me wet my hair.
'That's better'.
I swear ive just sobered up, I look good. Im sober,
but now my moneys wasted.
'So what? The blonde in the corner is waiting for you
You know what to do
go and by one last shot'.
Okay.
Im gonna go and buy- no, no im not coz theres a condom machine
and this is all the money Ive got.
'No, go and buy one last shot,
she will take the pill she wont give you a baby in a cot. She wont'.
She didnt, she gave me an std coz of the condom I forgot.
poem by Daniel McCann
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Sonnet Of The Street
The main street where families feud now awaits
while one crew proceeds to meet the other
one seeks revenge, no matter what it takes
they want to see blood, to see them suffer
as both families come closer together
the street holds pride from ancestors with heart
fight is all you have you can't do better
they meet half way to grow further apart
on a battlefield with swords of the past
where gun shots shoot futures of the present
birthdays of the dead come and go so fast
the streets empty and the moon is a crescent
many sons lie far from fathers six feet,
buried with insects. Lets go to the street.
poem by Daniel McCann
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!