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Poem Details | by Michael Jordan |
Categories: angst, death, dedication, faith, history, hope, life, lost love, love, recovery from...world, people, prayer, evil, people, together,

To All Of You

There are times we are left to cope
With situations that drain our hope

Leaving us full of despair
At how some people just don't care

About the evil that they do
To good people like all of you

We are left to somehow face
That in mankind there is disgrace

And those of us left alive
Must find away to survive

As you pick up the pieces of your life
Without your mother, father, husband or wife

And some of you God forbid
Without the love of your kids

We must band together with a brotherhood
Show that in this world there is some good

Because we are together in this deal
We try to help each other heal

We seek in each other good advice
And offer each other sacrifice

We hold each other in prayer and song
As we continue to re-build the wrong

Because what else in the world can we do
Except let the light of good shine through

The evil darkness and despair
Of a catastrophic lack of care

We want you to know you are not alone
Think of America as a giant cone

And all of us are funneling through
Our prayers and hopes to all of you


Posted for Nathan's 9-11 contest


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, dark, depression, evil, lost love, recovery from, symbolism,

In A Darkened Attic Room

In A Darkened Attic Room

In attic room, one window tightly shut,
Dwells broken heart hidden from future pain.
Bare as a savage brute's empty hut-
Condemned to no hope, no future, no gain.

Where rests such perilous fear darkness reigns;-
Shattered dreams give rise to dark illusions.
Hope rejected brings on its most wicked stains,
Evil held, births its blackest conclusions.

Grown in decay until nothing remains,
Yet sad hope is better than none at all.
True love waits the bliss it always contains,
Treasures gifted, one only has to call.

If one ray of love's light but filters in
Love brings life and its promises again.

Robert JLindley, 1-30-2016

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Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: childhood, dedication, devotion, faith, family, children, forgiveness, friendship, happiness, hope, inspirational, life, mother, people, recovery from..., social, urban, wife, love,

A Mother's Love

A Mother’s Love… How precious is the love of a mother’s heart! Even as a child… It’s there from the start. A mother’s love knows no boundary or limit. It’s often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold. Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can’t be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a guiding force. Even if her children’s lives stray off course. I’m thankful for the love my mother’s given… It’s surely influenced the way I’ve been livin’! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I’m so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: allegory, death, devotion, forgiveness, imagination, life, love, nostalgia, passion, recovery from..., sorry, time, woman, tree, prayer, life, tree,

Revive the Breakage

High upon the highest heights I see the most tremulous sight A small girl, fair and tranquil Smiling strangely, sitting still Beneath a sobbing willow tree She recites a verse upon her knee She sings a rhythmic hymn Not of death, nothing grim But prays that life will return Even for those who are doomed to burn The girl is a woman now Beneath the tree and upon the cloud She whispers, “I am watching you” Why then are you so blue? A single tear of sadness and joy Rejuvenate the quirky earthly boy Who sits down beneath the blooming tree Listening to her silent voice attentively She reminds him she was once young too That she also was a misty shade of blue But when the boy grows into man He has come to ignore the fair woman Who watches him still from above Burning and swelling with disdainful love The ways of the world have sweltered his heart And time has torn his soul apart Thus he has lost all innocence and light Battling his sinful lust—an endless plight! I watch as he feeds on others’ pains and fears Reducing the vigilant woman to tears The prayer of the innocent has been ignored Life has died and hellfire stored Into the hearts of the impotent In blue, fires of haze their heart is sent Toiling in misery and lament Savaged and severed by our regret The heavenly woman grows old and frail And the man still treads the sinful trail As the rotting tree withers into dust Can I revive it? –I must! Low as low can possibly be I watch myself condescendingly A tombstone, gray and hell-bent Frowning knowingly in bewilderment Above the dust that once was a tree She cries out a verse anxiously Faintly she whispers the undying hymn Not of happiness, nothing of whim And prays that life will come to end For those that break instead of bend


Poem Details | by Lyndsay Dupont |
Categories: childhood, devotion, forgiveness, friendship, introspection, love, passion, recovery from..., journey,

pseudo artistry

Blood that screams mixes with tears of fears,
Over your hypocrisy and useless years.
Fresh cuts don't matter - your attentions yet wane.
It's just too easy to shut down, I could end this pain.

But, escape artists aren't artists at all.

When life ends the real journey begins, the journey to be
Above imperfection and glorified weakness everyone sees.
Life trickles into the drain of the sink, wash it and pretend
The veil is burning off,but there is only so much fire can mend

Besides, escape artists aren't artists at all.


Poem Details | by Jimmy Anderson |
Categories: introspection, life, recovery from..., love,

Love is Pain

Makes me furious seeing a woman with a bruise over her eye.
The smeared mascara from the tears she's cried.
    Pain he's caused, scarring her inside.
Silent Prayers  are whispered into the night.
     You're under one helluva spell when you don't tell.
You're not well when you accept being put through hell.

     It's been awhile since you've focused rself.
Staying with that man is simply bad for your health.
     Because of him there is so much life you've missed.
How could you love a man that mistakes a kiss for a fist?
     He's not stable; definitely not mentally okay.
If his idea of "love" is to physically harm you in such a way!
     You're under one helluva spell when you don't tell.
You're not well when you accept being put through hell.

     Stand up!  Free yourself from those emotional chains.
No more scrubing shirts from blood stains.
     Your world will be a happier, warmer place.
No more heavy makeup covering your pretty face.
     So be strong now and walk away.
Live to love "you"  and your children another day.


Poem Details | by Ashley Beaudre |
Categories: death, depression, loss, lost love, love, recovery from..., sad, sympathy

Slowly Dying

I'm overcome with grief
as I slowly die inside.
They tell me this is normal, 
and everything will be alright.

I can't seem to eat a meal,
or close my eyes to dream.
All I visualize is your face, 
then accidentally scream.

I can't seem to leave my home, 
whats the point anyways?
Without you standing by my side
life is nothing but a waste.

Maybe soon enough I'll join you, 
as I slowly die inside.
When I finally enter the gates of pearl
everything will be alright.


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, death, life, lost love, love hurts, recovery from, sorrow,

The Sad And Tragic Death Of Emily Hope

The Sad And Tragic Death Of Emily Hope

That night flew roaring Wind- a mighty gale
over hill and dale through windows left up
Had I then known its fruits, I'd have turned pale
for its destruction was a bitter cup!
Yet I, pen in busy hand onward wrote
verses quite dear, to my romantic love
Thus in writing fever, I took no note
of great black wrath descending from above!

Alas! How could I, her sad Fate have known
how dark winds, her dearest life with Fate sealed
Foul and wicked Wind's evil had thus blown
tragic death, no prayer could have repealed!
Her home blown into badly broken heaps
her fragile body under massive weight
My soul cried out, in greatest depths sad weeps
for evil often works with Hand Of Fate!

Then destroyed, my once so happy belief
in love's magic and promised paradise
From this darkened world, I found no relief
just enough bread and water to suffice!
Once thinking of death by gun or short rope
in love-lost grief life, nothing came around
Then I recalled, hope, her last name was Hope
in that word, my recovery was found!

Robert JLindley, 1-18-2017

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Note- A sad one , because life with its joys , often brings in tragic and sad events..
We that survive such must learn to live with it and always have hope in future happiness and love of family...


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: dark, death, deep, lost love, recovery from, sorrow, tribute,

Within Shattered Heart, Remained A Fire Still Lit

Within Shattered Heart, Remained A Fire Still Lit

Beset by grievous sorrows, his past full of sins
facing darkest evil truth, not mind's wishful spins,
what else could a deeply broken man try to do
when lamenting soul was tormented by loss of you?

Life carried on, nights became his one true solace
finding retreat, leaving behind this world's malice,
with his memories of your smile and glowing face
prayers cried out, that no other could your love replace.

Within shattered heart, remained a fire still lit
from its leaping flames, came echoes sent to transmit
depths of soul's faith in someday again meeting you
living life as one, as you both had planned to do.

Always, reality's hope crashing, came to bear
Epic loneliness, he is here, while you are there.

Robert JLindley, 7-15-2018
Sonnet, ( Death's Epic Pains That Remain)


Poem Details | by James Burns |
Categories: angst, caregiving, death, dedication, devotion, faith, family, health, hope, husband, inspirational, life, love, recovery from..., romance, uplifting, wifeme, heart, prayer, heart, me,

A Prayer for my Wife

                           A Prayer for my Wife


Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here 

I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say

I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you

Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas

I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more

And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations

But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife

And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead

And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.

I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand

I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again

And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’

I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace

And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me


Poem Details | by humble b |
Categories: angel, baby, baptism, beach, birthday, boyfriend, caregiving, child, christian, christmas, courage, dad, dance, dedication, faith, family, friendship, happiness, happy, hope, inspirational, introspection, life, love, miracle, peace, people, prayer, recovery from..., religion, religious, romance, social, spiritual, stress, uplifting,

LOVE, ANGELS, and MUSIC

LOVE God is always love Forever seek the kingdom; Praise the creator Keep giving what you can give Please endure until the end ANGELS Beautiful Heavens Protecting the meek ones earth Watching over us Helping us to cope with life Comforted with hope and trust MUSIC When you find rhythm You find your hearts inner core Celebrate the times Make them better than before Reminisce and dance all night


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: life, loneliness, longing, love, recovery from, relationship,

WINTERS END

Decade
         solid 
                solitary 
                          years

Finally, 
         the 
              season
                       winter
                                ends

With only sunsets beside my bed, 
I sleep and wake up alone.
More than dozens,
I cried a river to scream my fret
for long long years, 
I am committed, yet I walked alone.

Ice drizzled during the days 
then it turned to  hails 
to cubes 
and  to iceberg..

U.N.B.R.E.A.K.A.B.L.E.

Days   are   boiling--
It   welcomes summer for partnered swims.
I invited you but so sad you said a straight: "NO."
Hence by myself, I went to dive on ocean blue.
Years later, we both smell a baby's breath, one then two.
but still, it did nothing to resuscitate a love to bloom, true...

I shiver with the coldness mirrored on your stares,
my joints and muscles quiver 
as I reach a state of hypothermia.

      Yearning    and       wanting...

                   I
                dare 
            to embrace  
    you    a      little     while
like the snow melting under sun's glare, 
oh! so slowly, you thaw my longing.

We are just a room apart 
     yet our feet seems frozen to start...
Not even once, we came to meet
No talksNo grinsNo hugsNo kiss.
Have our marriage years gone tarry
for just long ago, I agree to tie an endless love with you...?
What had happened, 
Tearless now, but let me know!!!
Did Frosty the Snowman steal you from me?!

I followed Santa Claus advice 
to be nice and never naughty.
I tried to be an angel--
with a halo never with a horn or tail.

Yet, I view the rolling years of us being together
all I can see is a steadfast rainfall of snowflakes...
Penetrating in between skinfolds 
Containing me in a cold volcanic tremors.

Until one day, God must have heard me: 
He answered my prayer allowing me to see
a lady candle's light: a window of hope.

Then lately, my frost clad self defrosts as she touched me.
She, surging strips of shine, her aura a blanket of warmth.
Pliant, she painted a portrait of sunshine into my daily life.
When I lay my head on bed sharp ten o'clock at night,
I see outside the blinking stars and the crescent moon.

Has blossoms of spring started to sprout within my days?
For no longer I shiver with absolute zero coldness rather
I triple tremble in tempo to meet my hearts hot demand
a final adieu to winters icy loveless land.
as lately somebody has taken hold of my hand..

I bask with the squeeze I received
for I found out, our hands, fit in one weave...

__________________________________________________
©
10:31 pm, January 14, 2015


Poem Details | by Michael J. Falotico |
Categories: recovery from..., sad,

Love Conquers Hate


                                  When the rain stops and the tears still flow…
                                Our souls are unmasked as feelings still show…
                                       Hands that write to lessen the pain…
                                  For my words to be read to keep us sane…
                                     Lasting impressions etched on a wall…
                                 As we sit on the edge of an emotional fall…
                         We grasp this world and the events that took place…
                       As our beliefs are tested through the tears on our face…
                         Hands reached across the land as fear becomes faith…
                                And warm hearts bleed as love conquers hate…






Poem Details | by James Ray Morris |
Categories: business, confusion, death, depression, education, faith, hope, imagination, inspirational, life, loss, lost love, natural disasters, nature, philosophy, recovery from..., sad, uplifting, visionary, wardream, dream, life,

Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.





Poem Details | by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories: love, recovery from...

Finding Time to Love Again

We talked about poetry
Over cups of coffee and cigarette
In a café full of prowlers of pleasure
And skippers of wisdom
On a wintry day 
That was numbing my patience

The bitter taste of coffee 
Energized my words, 
Fluttering like cherry blossoms of spring, 
Right from my heart, timid, but with lots 
Of rhyme to offer,
And it beat
Faster than the hands of time
As I looked at you
With your eyes, teasing...

And I almost forgot
To take my «I love you, Dad» kid from school
‘Cause of your Angelina Jolie
Lips that giggled my widowed soul


Poem Details | by Anastasia Papanicolaou |
Categories: angst, confusion, death, depression, fear, imagination, introspection, life, loss, lost love, nostalgia, recovery from..., sad, satire, teen, uplifting, anger,

Emotional Turbulence

The voices grow louder, Intensifying with emotion, anger lining every aggressive word. My insides squeeze tighter as the vitriol poisons my mind, How does such hostility exist? As the sound of hatred deepens, The feelings strengthen their grip, like a vice, So tight, I can no longer breathe All the negative emotions I have ever felt, fill me, Threatening to overflow. So long have they been banished… EnoughNo more! My mouth opens, An earsplitting scream of pain and suffering shatters the silence, Sobs of sorrow and grief wrack my body, Murderous shrieks of anger and hate, Wretched cries of self-pity and self-loathing, Poison the air. Now, free of these emotions. But the monster still exists Within the dark depths of my mind.


Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: confusion, dedication, depression, devotion, faith, forgiveness, friendship, happiness, hope, inspirational, introspection, life, love, recovery from..., religion, uplifting,

Lord I Praise And Worship YOU





Lord, I Praise And Worship Your Name! Lord, I praise, worship and honor your name! Into my heart… I invite you to rule and reign! Lord, I give you my love and attention! You have set me in a new direction! Lord, it is you that brings a daily reminder… Your grace and mercy is so tender and kinder! Lord, I humbly raise my hands in adoration… And lift you up in worship and exaltation! Lord, Jesus… You are the one I need this day! I appreciate you much more than words can say! Lord Jesus… Thanks for all you’ve done already. When your trumpet sounds… I want to be ready! Dear Jesus, take my life and my way of living! All that I have… To you I am giving! You are and will always be the one for me! How I long to be with you for eternity! By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Hyle Chu |
Categories: confusion, dedication, devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, health, hope, imagination, introspection, life, loss, lost love, love, mystery, people, philosophy, recovery from..., sad

Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 1: O.D.A.A.T.

Chain smoke until
I'm in care of the CO.
There's one left, still.
I smoke it really slow.
"It's the end," I anticipate
As the last inch evaporates.

I can't get
Over it;
It's over before 
I know it.
Butt, I can't quit.
I'm possessed with this 
Obsession; I'm addicted.

My lungs have oxygen,
Yet I'm suffocating inside.
I can't breathe again
Without my 'noxide.


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: caregiving, confusion, death, dedication, devotion, hope, life, loss, lost love, love, recovery from...love,

My Emily

She never did come back home that night
Me pacing the floor
Walking for miles in search of her
Leaving me torn apart
Spewing with the turmoil of wondering
Just what happened to her
Who had she been with and why?
Engraved on to my mind
her name
etched in my heart
her love, her sighs
Spiking my tongue
her name cries out
My heart splinters
my gut receives another jolt
God I loved that girl
and didn't even know for certain until today
But now it is too late
I left it too long
to proclaim my love for her
afraid of the pain 
which comes from being knocked back
still even that is not as I suffer now
in the whispering of her name
I look in the mirror 
yet see her reflection stare back at me
smiling and tossing back her flowing locks
her very presence is felt in abundance
Her huge eyes dark as purest deepest sapphires
class more expensive than purest diamonds
with a charismatic magnetism radiating out
overwhelming all within reach of her personality
Stolen from this world she was
No notice to anyone that she would be leaving
Nothing makes sense anymore
And I long to know if we shall meet again
Some new day in a realm beyone ours
Another time another place
I'll wait for her as I hope she will for me
For true love will never die




Based on a true story from Christmas when a young woman went missing - found murdered.. My thoughts went to those around her and inspired to write came this, but I have changed the girls name for the sake of those that knew her.. So sad to still have these things going onin our world...


Poem Details | by Hyle Chu |
Categories: confusion, dedication, depression, devotion, forgiveness, girlfriend-boyfriend, health, imagination, introspection, life, loss, lost love, love, mystery, passion, people, philosophy, recovery from..., sad, satire

Carbon Monoxide (CO) Week 2: Carbon Cabrona

Smokeless inhales hurt.
I cough tar on my shirt.
As my black lungs breathe,
Shrilling exhales wheeze.

Cabrona
Falls me
Down to
My knees.

The nicotine cracks
My will.
My composure
Spills.

I want 
This.
I must 
Have this.

I sink
Into
The brink
Of madness.


Poem Details | by Hyle Chu |
Categories: confusion, depression, devotion, fantasy, girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, imagination, introspection, life, loss, lost love, love, mystery, passion, philosophy, recovery from..., sad

Carbon Monoxide -CO- Week 3: Talkin' 'bout My 'noxide

The steady pull
of temptation--
a tease on
my resolution.

When I can sleep, 
I take what dreams 
afford me.
In these dreams,
my 'noxide comes
to ward me.

Her smoke is an invitation.
my conscience
falls for
the con science
of my imagination.
I give in
and reality spins.

Between the sleeps, 
I lie in sanity
I wonder:
Did I give into 
my humanity?
did I'd err?
Is that
smoke in the air?


Poem Details | by mike dailey |
Categories: health, hope, inspirational, life, philosophy, recovery from..., upliftingme, love, me, cancer,

The Truth

It’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
For I choose to live my life
As full as it can be
It’s true they did some cutting
To get the cancer out
But I’m still fighting cancer
And it is quite a bout
It’s true that I’ll do chemo
And chemo makes you sick
While chemo kills the cancer
That’s not what makes me tick
For me, it’s love of family
My daughter and my wife
And I’ll have a brand new grandchild
And that – to me – is life
Each moment that I’m living
My love for them grows strong
And loving equals living
That’s what keeps me going on
So it’s true that I have cancer
Not true that it has me
And like a wise man said once
The truth shall set you free.


Poem Details | by Sarah Frieman |
Categories: depression, family, hope, husband, love, recovery from..., sad, son, thank youwords, me, lost, dark, dark, lost, love, me,

Saved My Life

I went back into that dark, dark place 
Were demons dwell 
And 
Lives are taken away
But
Through the pain 
And 
Through the tears 
You were there and kept me near
You saved my life by loving me; 
Your silent strength was the key
Gentle touches and silent words 
Let me know that love was the cure
Depression is my evil curse, 
And 
When it planted the seed of death
Your love washed it away 
And
Gave me the strength
To seek the help I needed to keep it at bay
I’ve walked that dark path so many times 
I’ve done lost track, 
But 
Things have change 
And God’s given me a special tool 
To help me through, 
I have you and Joshua too, 
And 
Rooted deeper is the knowledge 
Both of you want me to stay a little longer
So like a drug addict that has lost their way
I start the road back to brighter days,
And
There are not enough words to say
I Love You 
In every way 
And 
May God bless us ever day.


Poem Details | by Saralynn SpaceCadet |
Categories: confusion, depression, education, children, forgiveness, friendship, happiness, health, hope, inspirational, life, loss, lost love, love, passion, peace, people, recovery from..., sympathy, teen, thank you, upliftingwrite, love, me, write,

i began to write love on my arms

[beforehand i just want to let you know that i wrote this in honor of November 17thwhich is 
To Write Love On Her Arms Dayim hoping to come up with a better one before thanbut i 
still hope you enjoy this quickly-wrote one(: ]

this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about my struggle,
my fall downs, 
&& all the breakdowns.
this is about every wound i placed upon my body.
over 60 self inflicted wounds,
that as my story went on they began to heal.
i stoped writing "give up" 
i began to write love on my arms
this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about my past.
how it haunted me for years,
&& how im still running from some of it.
this is how i went from a hood rat,
to me actually caring about myself.
i began to write love on my arms
this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about how i learned to keep the bottle off of my nightstand.
i dont need liquor running through my veins 24/7.
i started to look at life through sober eyes.
i began to write love on my arms
&& as i wrote this day after day, i saw that i was loved
i found comfort in better things then pills, liquor, && razorblades.
&& even though i am still in healing,
my story is not over.
&& it will never be.
i still write love on my arms


Poem Details | by Michael J. Falotico |
Categories: dedication, love, recovery from...,

Not Broken


Thrown onto the floor..
Maybe cracked but not broken..
Two hands picked it up..

Caressing with care..
Finally mending old scars..
Holding it close with warmth..

A heart now finds love..
Then she handed me her own..
Two hearts become one..


Poem Details | by JSLambert Mister ROBOTO |
Categories: allegory, angst, death, dedication, depression, faith, forgiveness, health, introspection, life, loss, lost love, people, philosophy, recovery from..., religion, sad, socialmirror,

Guilty Reflection

Looking dead at me in this smeared mirror...
a lost man
tormented
face red
brittle
and teared

stacking excuses 
the longer I stare
this stress abuses 
my conscience with a glare

a guilty reflection warns
my mind is the prison I fear
as I long to escape 
from the  hell I dwell in
right here

who have I become? 
what have I done right?
crossroads appear suddenly 
as fog fills the mirror tonight

darkness owning the room,
prefers I suffer slow
so I proceed with speed 
because it’s the only way I know

tasteless stories
flood my life’s hard bound chapters 
while this smeared mirror reflects tears
dripping from a face 
which was once filled with laughter


Poem Details | by Ashley Beaudre |
Categories: caregiving, childhood, confusion, daughter, death, depression, faith, family, father, hope, inspirational, life, loss, lost love, love, people, recovery from..., sadgod, me, day, god, me, time,

Only God Can Answer

When I was very young, 
Dad and I would fly my kite.
So one day I finally asked him, 
"how does God make wind and light?"
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there!"
I nodded, then played a while.
When we first turned sixteen, 
my best friend got a brand new car.
We had plans for Friday night, 
but Wednesday, she didn't get far.
I cried when I hung up the phone, 
"Daddy! Why my best friend?"
He came and sat down on my bed, 
as we talked about the end
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then I laid and cried a while.
Further down the road, 
I stood dressed up in white.
The night that I'd been waiting for, 
I'd found my MrRight!
I asked, "Daddy why am I so blessed?
I seem to have it all!
When some just have no luck, 
they don't have much at all."
"Only God can answer that."
He told me with a smile.
"So ask him when you get there."
Then he walked me down the aisle.
Then thirty years flew by.
Two jobs, Dad's cancer, and my baby.
and Daddy's time grew shorter, 
and every day became a maybe
Then sadly the Drsaid "its time to say goodbye "
and by his bed I stood.
I just couldn't believe it, 
that he'd be gone for good.
"Daddy why do you have to go?"
I asked him as I sobbed.
I knew it was his time, 
but still, my heart felt robbed
"I'll ask him when I get there..."
he told me with a smile.
"If I even care! I'll meet Jesus in a while!
I know you think that this will hurt you, 
but these days are grains of sand, 
and heaven is the Ocean!
We'll be together once again."


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, dark, heartbreak, loss, recovery from, relationship, symbolism,

Now Your Love, Dwells There In Hellish And Lost Dreams


    Now Your Love, Dwells There In Hellish And Lost Dreams

    Deep the cold at foot of our abandoned bed
    where roses wilt, praying early frost to die
    Green-eyed monster laughing loud to be fed
    your new "friends" gladly providing the lie
    No pleasure in revealing this most foul deed
    no solace in showing past pain in new light
    Was too late once you took on the bad seed
    turning once bright day into darkest night

    What of fantastic past joys we had both shared
    morns wrapped in warm bodies refusing to rise
    In darkness, my soul and heart was ensnared
    took years to recover from that surprise.

    Now your love, dwells there in hellish and lost dreams
    My spirit glows in relief, in love's true streams.

    R.JLindley,
    Sept 12th 1976

    Sonnet, 11 on 10....

    Poem Syllable Counter Results
    Syllables Per Line: 11 11 10 10 11 11 10 10 0 11 11 10 10 0 11 11
    Total # Syllables: 148
    Total # Lines: 16 (Including empty lines)
    Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A
    Total # Words: 116

    New Note( the old note and its cursing deleted)- These decades later the powerful dream still comes attempting to haunt.
    I wake with a smile knowing I survived and eventually prospered...


Poem Details | by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: angst, goodbye, lost love, recovery from...,

Chaff vs Wheat - Relief

a saraband

Your tirade comes, it doth commence,
a hundred miles away I sense
your raging, whiny voice so tense.
In restful tones, my evening sigh
doth thank these stars, you’re in L.A.
I shirk my duties ever nigh
and thoughts engage where'er they may.

As I recline, dark quickly falls
and in my dreams, I snub your calls.
Yet when I wake, receding walls
resound your dire return to home.
I sense both hearts long to be free.
Go claim L.A., just let me roam
these miles that winnow thee from me.



Poem Details | by Maria Rheza Mae Rubio |
Categories: confusion, growth, memory, mystery, recovery from, relationship, sad love,

Please Define

Define that fresh sensation once again
Thought to be missed while mellowing further
Define that shiver until one knows when
Tickled by touch as light as a feather.
Define that out of the blue expression
Brought as a smile amidst wonderstruck gaps
Define that itch to make an impression
Asked oneself if it may cause a collapse.
Define that strong desire to keep it close
Tried to hold off the longing within reach
Define that incessant praise as it shows
Felt the comfort to be part of such speech.
These feelings wished for more to discover
Though discouraged to be felt forever.

Define that jaundiced eye hidden deep down
Affected by delusions that must cease
Define that sleepless night tumbling around
Worried about its substance to decrease.
Define that gentle torture creeping in
Intoxicated by pleasure from pain
Define that risk taken for a good spin
Saw a dead end coming latched on a stain.
Define that sweet lemoning on the rocks
Denied the existence of falling out
Define that misfortune kept in a box
Considered as a sentiment no doubt.
These feelings wished for certainty to bite
Regardless, I still do not get it quite.