Angel of Mine

Angel of Mine

A poem for my sweetest love

A beautiful angel, gift from above


Oh so bad, I miss your smell

To be caught again in your spell


Your body I will caress

To relieve built up stress


Sitting in this cell makes me mad

I want you now, I want you so bad


To hold you once more in my arms

Not to be woke, to breakfast alarms


Soon again we’ll be together

As two love birds, flock to feather

Gregory Smitheman
Short Poems


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Brain Freeze

Brain Freeze

I sit in my bunk and contemplate

I want to write but hesitate


My mind begins to go blurry

Pen in hand my writing all slurry


I can’t imagine why my pen won’t crank

The longer I sit my mind goes blank


I seem to be losing it man

Trying to think, anything I can


I wish my mind would go clear

My brain won’t work, I begin to fear


How long could this possible last

All of the sudden it comes back with a blast


I guess it was a temporary loss

Head fills with thoughts, to show me who’s boss


To my brain, my bodies a host

Losing my mind scares me the most.

Gregory Smitheman
Short Poems


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World From Afar

World From Afar

I find myself staring at a wall

Turns out it’s not much of a wall at all


It’s more like an invisible barrier

That can only be breached by letter carrier


So here I sit and wait

How many days left I contemplate


When will all the trials end

All I can do is close my eyes and pretend


Filled with rooms of over crowded people

All I can do is pray beneath the steeple


The day they come and open the door

It’s only then, the last time will I walk this floor

It will be never again for ever more

Gregory Smitheman
Short Poems


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The One That Got Away

The One That Got Away

Let me tell you about the lost love of my life
She was the sweetest thing, should’ve been my wife

Her skin was as smooth a glass
She walked into a room, filled it with class

Her eyes were a beautiful brown
Emphasized her face, even with a frown

I wish I could have had her forever
Even in the hardest times, we’d be together

Looking into her eyes I could see the love
I was the luckiest man alive, she was sent from above

She was more intelligent than most girls
Her hair was of magnificent curls

This woman I loved so much
I just wish once more her touch

I miss the way she smelled
Or even when I made her made and she yelled

I thought we’d be together from the start
Only to mess things up, and she’d part

I wish her back so bad
Sometimes it makes me crazy & mad

I lost the arrow shot from cupid
How could I have ever been so stupid

Another chance is all I ever sought
Her love to be earned and never bought

If we were meant to be, let it be
All I want is her forgiveness in me

I wish we could start a new chapter
To love, cherish and live happily ever after

Love Poems
By: Gregory Smitheman


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Unwanted Outcome

Unwanted Outcome




My heart burns with an urgent desire

At the first site of her, I start to perspire


What is it about my drug of choice

Is it a party, a friend, or an instant rejoice


I’m stuck in my ways, my mind is content

every time I use, my soul to repent


Under the influence my morals are weak

The outcomes of events, no worries, often bleak


Me being sloppy leads to making wrong decisions

Family left hurt, we bleeding incisions


True friends are lost, left in the mist

Actions lead to fights, and legalities risked


Often I get lucky, time unwisely spent

Mostly spending my pay check, often the rent


I find myself miserable and grieving

Often I’ve turned to dealing or thieving


The end of every day I eventually get twisted

My spirits are down, very rarely lifted


How can I change the things that I do

Follow the 12 steps, see them through


All in all my life isn’t so bad
Could be worse, I could die from cirrhosis
Just like my DAD!

Gregory Smitheman
Short Poems


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I

I


I entrust my life to these care giving people

I look up to God, pray beneath the steeple



I read from my book “Daily Reflections”

I go to bible study, heed the suggestions



I am tired of always, waking up sick

I believe it’s my choice, which life to pick



I will not always be stuck in my ways

I would like to think, it’s not the end of days



I want to deal with my problems, drinking not the key

I don’t ever again to have my freedom taken from me



I want to regain family and Godly friends

I will try to talk to them and make amends



I don’t want to be forever on trial

I love to make people laugh and smile



I attend meetings to work on my recovery

I am hopeful everyday for a new discovery



I do my homework and complete my assignment

I will turn a new leaf and break from confinement



I am going to be the person I was once

I am tired of being a failure, the family dunce


Gregory Smitheman
Short Poems


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Lost Souls

Lost Souls

We must first bridge the gap of isolation
By doing so we form our future & fix decimation

Unavailing times call for desperate measures
To walk the path, uncover godly treasures

Consolidate short comings and view steps perceived
Regain morals, and trust in god believed

Admit we are powerless over our addictions
We set common goals and confront our convictions

When life’s not good & we need some sanity
We overcome thoughts to lessen the vanity

Though we find ourselves eager to be rebuilt
We must release the pain, suffering, and guilt

We seek amends in these little rooms
Gain back a lost soul this drug consumes

We continue to take a personal inventory
Relating to others, by sharing our story

Let God take over, be your higher power
For without him we struggle and eventually sour

We must believe in ourselves and that’s no lie
If we keep down this road, we’re surly to die

Just remember on thing before you go
When it comes to drugs “Just say NO”

Gregory Smitheman
Short Poems

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A Cat With a Long Tale

A Cat With A Long Tale

I once was this cat, far from complete,

I did illegal things I could never repeat.

Then one day my life totally changed,

I got in trouble, my priorities rearranged.

Let me tell you how I've been, since my last drink,

I've had ups and downs, come almost to the brink.

I'll admit at first it was awful hard,

To be banished from drinking, forever barred.

I've devoted the last four months to patience and care,

Let my higher power take over, threw my hands in the air.

I've accepted I'm and alcoholic, the disease has won,

Have had time to think, much has been done.

Now in recovery it's up to me

To live life free of pain, stress, and agony,

Finally realizing I'm not in control,

My decision to reap, as life takes its toll.

I plan to follow all twelve steps,

Do what ever it takes, go to all depths.

I once was lost but now I'm found,

A strong new person, who's on higher ground.

My will is flawless, I will prevail,

Now comfortable in a room full of rockers, signed:

A Cat With A Long Tale

Written By: Gregory Smitheman

Short Poems

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“My Wish”

“My Wish”

I wish I did not drink last night;

I wish I didn’t get headache from morning light.



I wish the smallest sounds weren’t so loud;

I wish my thoughts a clear, rather a cloud.



I wish the smell of food wouldn’t make me sick;

I wish this feeling away, make it quick.



I wish I didn’t have to take aspirin every morning;

I wish sometimes, I take head the warning.



I wish every morning my bodied not shake;

I wish some mornings I would not wake.



I wish I didn’t have to call in sick to work;

I wish last night, I wasn’t such a jerk.



I wish it didn’t take me so much to get trashed;

I wish this morning, I had some money stashed.



I wish sobriety was a hill, rather than a mountain to climb;

I wish I had the chance to turn back, the hands of time.



I wish this disease wouldn’t control my life;

I wish to grow old someday grand kids & wife.



I wish I would be strong enough to survive the fight;

I wish I could be sober every day and every night!

Gregory Smitheman
Short Poems 






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