anger, deep, language, marriage,
by Jaycee Cervenka |
With all the vigor of a three year old;
The surface of our marriage-
Abrasive and Burning.
Harmful if swallowed.
Killing germs of trust and respect
Fighting calcified love
Results proven. It works.
So keep squeezing the tube.
When it's all washed away,
I will have a fresh breath,
And you'll be holding
Just an empty tube
And the knowledge that
Toothpaste words can never be taken back.
This is another archive piece, I'm sharing here. It is not current or personal, so comment as you wish.
by Helen J Radford |
I thought we had found it;
that elusive 'it', but I
glimpse and it is gone again.
Held for an instant then lost,
slipping from my grasp
then tumbling into memory's abyss.
Back to harsh reality; garish,
abrasive, sore, insensitive;
a distant vision of a tender kiss.
As you return to your selfishness
I am alone again; made lonely
in the emptiness of longing.
Belonging yet separate somehow.
Some things never change so
perhaps we shouldn't try?
Perhaps the tenderness and
love I seek, will be saved
for our 'goodbye'?
by Winged Warrior |
abuse, hurt, love hurts,
When Love explodes with flexuous faces
No stone unturned as it defiantly displaces
Sanctimonious skies fill the abrasive air
As Love rambunctiously roams trying to pair
Sweet little lies become matriarchal mountains
As we throw our Love from fallacious fountains
In Love we beg we borrow and steal
In truth we hide and contiguously conceal
Emotions unleashed through guilted gates
For Love is no better than the one it hates.
Sweet little lies...Contest by Silent One
by caroline mackey |
happiness, life, love,
The woman in me you will find,
Some times soft and gentle, fragile and free
Like a newborn babe I can be
Harsh and abrasive like a raging storm you will see
Passive at times, seeming almost frightened
Hard as nails I can be, just you wait and see
Country through and through, like a grandmothers
Rhubarb, apple pie
Shameful and sorrow some for the mistakes I have made
Ever growing and ever changing
Is truly one of a kind
by James Daddario |
absence, anxiety, dark, heartbreak, longing, lost love, sorrow,
Accepting an unpleasant certainty.
The poignant silence of an empty home.
Unanswered calls relay disharmony.
The world is melancholy monochrome.
No person should be made to feel ashamed
Of intimate emotions. Left to roam.
I know I shouldn’t cast abrasive blame,
But pain can make me act in ways inapt.
I’m left to wonder, was it all just games?
No sense of closure. Have my heart strings snapped?
With ev’ry passing moment all alone
I know the doors are closing, I am trapped.
An icy rain is falling ‘pon my throne.
by John Blake |
bereavement, death, missing you, recovery from, sad, sad love, uplifting,
Not the conventional topic for a poem
I mean, it’s difficult to engage socks
Emotionally; they provide no loam
In which to seed a rhyming song that shocks
Or indeed wrings a tear, even remorse,
Even remembering drawers sorted through
After that death, discarded in discourse
Or gleaned in thrift, unworn, brand new,
But somehow not part of my own living,
Put aside to give away, out of sight,
And you would suppose that in the giving,
Peace could descend in that unwelcome night.
Sorrow abrasive to a threadbare soul,
May ease in time; it does not wear a hole.
by Tamiviolet Manchas |
adventure, imagination, love, passion,
Shall we travel on a train cross country,
or fly to Paris...
or just fly...
Let us go to South Beach, and use the
wet sand as an abrasive, leaving
silhouettes only washed away by the
Bruise me as you pump passion into
my veins while I grant total submission
to your freakish fantasies...
because I love you.
by johneta ohler |
depression, lost love, love, teen
The force of bleeding words
Traps helpless tears
Like rotting newspapers
Suspened from broken branches
Hanging laundry of lullaby memories
Hasty passages to destinations
That guarantee nothing
Coarse sand soothes burnt souls
Abrasive to the center of passion
Where blistered hope cracks
and leaks more sorrow
Than the eyes betray.
by Tony Bush |
imagination, life, love, passion,
The bough that cracks in midnight sleeping,
split from tree and hurled toward the stony earth,
struck by lightning, forked and sweeping,
burned to ashes, stripped of worth.
The rock that dreams in ocean hollows,
by salt abrasive water broken to a grain of sand,
a microcosmic state which follows
insubstantial of dry land.
My love is stoic, never shifting,
unlike the sand or degraded bark of tree,
it is yours alone, resolute and uplifting,
by Tom Wright |
By: Miracle Man
The Bible is instruction to which we should adhere,
Through our love of God and not discounting fear.
It's easy to trust Him with things going our way,
And that's when it becomes easiest to neglect to pray.
Neglecting God's word has become too pervasive,
And to Satan, God's word, is extremely abrasive.
We must guard against drifting toward self-reliance,
For then we'll be found guilty, of noncompliance.
Prayerfully study it daily, and absorb its content,
Then being thankful will become a daily event.
by Tony Bush |
introspection, life, love, mystery,
Calling through the branches of trees,
Cutting through the curtains of rain,
Catching all the bracken of her words
Cold and sharp, abrasive refrain.
Cleaving in the temporal malaise,
Could this pay the wages of sin?
"Closing time" the ending of days.
by Jeff Connelly |
i cannot contest
a judge of a contest
the best is the winner
but when the cup
is given based on
based and abrasive
words and what some
say isn't poetry then
i must say i try best
to be the basso
if a trio with a low
droning moan of want
and knowing even
the bass cello tells
what the score is
so i ask for no
you can't love and
laugh then no matter
what you are
by Howard Manser |
love once parched
gasps as sanctuaries die
a thirst endures unquenched
to perish in the wink of an eye
fervor spawned unyielding winds
abrasive to blinded eyes
an oasis yields today
prey to burning lies
facing west the sun in repose
stillness quietly masks
hot sirocco winds
have taken love replete
wisps of air spin hurricanes
spawn driving hammering rains
erode less solid ground