With You

I have often been criticized that my poems have been too depressing. I guess they only see what's on poetry.com to base their opinions on. That site only allows poems that are 20 lines or less. Some of my more uplifting poems are much longer and give hope to the reader. I am going to share with you one of a few poems I wrote for my therapist Carol who has since retired. When I think about her and our time together it always makes me smile. It was due to her kindness and her guidance that I am in a better place in my life today.

With You

I lived my life the black hole,
As a result, I never achieved my true goal.
I woke up one day and told myself enough of this,
The search began to climb myself out of the abyss.
I needed to find someone I could trust,
That to me is a must.
Now I have found you my lending ear,
You are the first person I have let get near.

Now with you I can talk about and feel the pain,
You gave me hope, now my life will never be the same.
With you, I learned that bad things happen to GOOD people,
So no longer do I need a pew and a steeple.
With you, I learned I had to forgive myself what I did to survive,
You were there when my soul began to thrive.

With you, I learned I don’t have to forgive HIM for the treachery
he infiltrated upon me,
When I found that out, I yelled, Yippee!
With you, I learned I have to forgive myself at that’s ALL,
No longer must I feel like I am a foot tall.
With you, I learned that is was NOT my fault,
That was the biggest truth that I was taught
It was one of the answers that I have always sought.

New Poem

Love's Sweet Pain

I knew you would would have been good for me,
You would have helped me spread my wings and fly,
But all you said was bye bye bye.
You soon found another, you thought she was the one,
The one who would fill your life with love and fun.
She is gone and you are now feeling love's sweet pain
Just as I, you now feel the chill and the strain.
Even now when I see you when I do,I sometimes hope we can start anew
You were a dream that I know that can never come true.
You will always have a piece of my heart,The part that was broken by you,
I hope someday I will find someone new.

Copyright ©2007 Marie Coppla

I Grieve

In addition to "Why She Cries" this is my favorite poem that I have written. I hope you all will like it as much as I do. Enjoy!




I grieve for my lost child,
The adult who now goes wild.
I grieve for innocence lost,
The adult who now adds the cost.
I grieve for youth past,
The adult tries recapture long does it last.
I grieve dark prince who loved me first,
The adult whose heart wants to burst.
I grieve for life passed by,
The adult who is angry and starts to cry,
I grieve for possibly no future,
The adult whose wounds are trying to suture.

Marie A. Coppla
Copyright ©2006 Marie A. Coppla

Published Again!

On Thursday of last week I recieved a letter from the editors of Poetry.com to inform me that my poem "Addiction" is going to be published and that it is entered in the semi-finals in their monthly poetry contest. You can read the poem on this site, poetry.com or on My Space.

As some of you know my first poem "Her Angel" was published in 2005. To me this is another little step in where I want to go. I hope this IS a sign of better things to come.

Why She Cries

To heal she now feels the pain and cries the tears,
She has not done so for many years.She lies alone in her bed in the dead of night,
She wants someone to hold her and take away the fright.
She cries because she was made an adult before itwas time to be one,

She could never go out and have any fun.
She cries for her lost youth and innocence,
She feels that her whole life she has done penance.
She cries for not experiencing a first true love,
Pure and white just like a dove.

She cries for what she did to survive,
She has never felt truly alive.
She cries for the reality that she is alone,
She wants someone to find her and bring her home.

She cries for the lost hope she sometimes feels inside,
She wants to pull over the covers and hide.
She cries for making bad choices,
She has always listened to the voices.

She cries for the way her life has turned out,
Now all she wants to do is scream and shout.
She cries for the person she once was and the personshe has become,
She still hopes that some day those two will become one.