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Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: abuse, anger, betrayal, conflict, dark, sad, sick,

Bleeding Love

Introducing: Jan Allison & Poet Destroyer

Pierced by shards of shattered glass 
Deeper and deeper you stab me 
With lies and venomous words 
Dissecting my heart piece by piece 
Crushed like the petals of a withered rose 
I’m dying … 
Scarlet blood seeps into my very soul 
Into pieces and a bloody mess 
I sacrificed secrets; 
Secrets you tore and tore, 
Gracing a fake friendship, 
Trust tossed like a sweaty towel 
Now karma a poisonous snake 
You plea.
To be on death row, decomposing 
Dripping into the night -- Silently 
fading and fading 
Stung by my viper lips, 
Until you are no more

~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Poem Details | by Sky Lesco |
Categories: angst, depression, heart, heart, love, me,

How Do You Make a Sick Heart Well?

Broken last night, 
 I woke up 
 Precious problem, 
 picking up 
 every part
I want to fix it 
I've tried to mend  
by shooting it into my vein, 
getting in and going, 
by another lover, 
carving the love into my skin, 
by sleeping away 
the black out.
Useless things are poison to the temple.
It’s either one cigarette after another, 
or lots of chocolate, 
the sad tale goes on and on
But the fragile heart is broken

What do I do?
They tell me to, 
Rely on Thee  
It's hard for me 
I can't see, 
Although I know  
and have been very close  before
I was expelled from Hell, thank God
Entered into the sunlight

While the whole world  
Is in agony
I'm feeling happy, 
my heart feels healed,
but this is a deception...
it is still broken
Just like a peculiar disease, 
there's no cure.

Fill it, 
and deal with all its cuts and bruises...
but then all you have are scars.
My medicine for the bleeding within...
Is to await love to call me, 
and say that everything is okNot to despise my needs...

Inside, there is a little girl screaming
And some times...there's an old lady whispering 
that she is utterly tired, and can't bare it anymore

Do you shut the door on your heart? 
I can't seem to do it
It's too powerful and pure, 
this instrument that passionately pounds within me
All its pain..
I have no control

Do you have a broken heart? 
Do you have a heart at all?  

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: cancer, health, hope, introspection, love, sick, sorrow,

Silent Killer

Kill the Silent One

(Silent Killer)

He has invaded, unseen
Lurking and silent
Evil destroying one and all
From cell to cell
Crawling underneath
Leaching blood and soul
Smiles are murdered
Futures destroyed
Families ruined
The silent one is a killer
Who must be killed

The order has been given
Command centre now on full alert
Maps perused and studied
Strategies contemplated
The invasion...........
Will be at early dawn

Men prepare their battle gear
The landing party both excited and nervous
Life depends on them
Ones death also looms
They have no guilt
No fear
For whom shall be killed
The silent one's days are numbered
Victory is their only option and concern
War has been declared
We shall overcome
The silent one

The dawn is approaching
The men kit up in their uniforms
Preparing equipment, double checking their instruments
They march forth ready to do to battle
At dawn, as the brightness above shines down upon them
They enter the theater of operations
Weapons ready

Doctors in full dress
Scrub nurses ready for action
Technicians monitoring vital signs
The battle has begun
More saline, clamps, increase IV, Scalpels
Blood stains the heroes of the moment
The end, a silence, a satisfaction, a tear
This patient can be declared
Cancer free

The silent one was murdered
Cancer removed
Life restored
Family rejoices
Tears and kisses
This battle won

Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: brother, caregiving, childhood, death, sick,

A Love Lost

Separated at birth, he was nothing but an unknown brother, growing up an only child seemed like a reality I was given, if only my parents told me a loving sibling, I had another, maybe I would have wanted to change my life, like reliving After daddy died I was sifting through mama’s old photo’s I stumbled across a baby boy whose face looked just like me, curious and confused I asked my mama; low and behold, I had a sweet twin brother I had never been able to meet. Mama explained he was sick and had to be put in a home, but never wanted to hurt me so she kept the secret safe, I was so upset, maybe growing up I wouldn’t have been alone, how amazing it was that with a sibling I shared the same face. Determined I found the home and met him right away, after all, he was my twin I needed to know him for sure, I brought him home with me hoping he would live and stay, but for his disease they have never found a proper cure. We shared two short years just getting to know each other, we had so many similarities yet so different in ways so silly, I took care of him while he was sick, I was proud to have a brother, and I knew deep down he was grateful to have a sister like me. Then came a sunny day in the nineties, the month of September, he passed while I was holding his fragile and cold hands, God had called him home and I was so grateful to remember, the special times we shared, for it was always God’s plan A Love Lost, then found only to lose again - Poetry Contest Sponsor: Brenda Chiri-Carroll Date Written: July 28, 2016

Poem Details | by Pauly Plaster J.R. |
Categories: howl, i love you, poetry, sexy, sick,

Smitten Kitten

Leapin' lizards up in dem’ gizzards, something we call the creepy crawlAnd her womb spew forth blasphemy, and her lips uttered deceitBlack alters in Bone orchardsPraise hell syndicate burn down this town and everyone in itRed lights…, blood lustAmbrosia, with her hair so fare Clearly obvious why the gods chose herDevourer of subtleties..Tenderest of vittlesI know at night your bones up and come to life causing mischiefAll monkey minds in devil times, chatter chatter, screechhhh..All lost, no hopeAnd then there was youBurn down the temple and singEyes bare witness to the rise of herDance to the rhythms of a free will symphonyBleed from thyn eyes,..I don't mindBliss bliss and heavenYour absence is the bane of my existence.

Poem Details | by Christian Alexander |
Categories: cry, emotions, love hurts, sad love, drug,

LoVe SicK

Love Sick
 And the way she says "I want you babe"
 And I know that it's true
 And every time she says my name
 These feelings so brand new
 And when she holds my hand today
 She holds my hand She holds my hand

So I smoked that cigarette to the end
 Just waiting for the phone to ring
 And I'm writing this fuqqed up song
 That I hope to never sing
 To never sing To never sing

I'm Love Sick
 She's the drug that's deep inside of me
 A needle and my eyes both bleed
 Love Sick
 I'm guessing she just walked away
 These Hopes and Dreams are lost today
 I'm Love Sick
 And it fuqqing hurts so bad
 Hurts so bad Hurts so bad

It's the way she said "I want you babe"
 And the way she holds my hand today
 She holds my hand She holds my hand

So I watched that cigarette 
 Just fade away Just fade away
 I hate today I hate today
 She said she'd be my Valentine

By €hristian Alexander

Poem Details | by Funom Makama |
Categories: i love you, kiss, loneliness, longing, love, lust, sensual,

Best Comfort from the Sick Bay

Every sight of this angel takes his thoughts back the nurse’s suit to half way her legs sweeps his lustful track. In his fantasy, she plays the role of a wife surrounded by gadgets yet cares not about his life. On duty, she gives instructions, his attention ignores to her waist on every bend over, her stadiums cause thick sweats like paste. Routine touches from her puts him in a heavenly zone a goddess, a princess, a hottie and an incredible Amazon. Such smiles showcasing her white teeth is heart borne germinates in the inside to produce more like corn. She’s single, her ring-less finger surely cannot deceive stealing a kiss during a check-up he wants to achieve. His sweet words, she perceives as a soft test responses from her laughter like a soft baby cry is his best. He’s next in line cos she’s with another who’s nearby stealing a quick peck causes her first irritated sigh. Gently smiles at him in hilarious pity but meanwhile his advances for a while are well recorded in a file. She appreciates his manliness and ability to be bold ‘but my husband is your surgeon, this you’ve been told’.

Poem Details | by Alexis Y. |
Categories: hurt, love, pain, sick,


Oliver  the chief advisor to the queen 
rushed into the hospital like a madman.
The royal security let him go through 
a private section of the hospital, they 
recognized him on sight.Oliver went to
find the doctor in chargeHe wanted to
know the queen's conditionA beautiful 
doctor in her early thirties came and 
introduced herself 
"Hi my name is doctor Belinda Waldsworth
Please follow me sir." 
They went to a private room to talk about 
the queen's condition
" Please have a seat.I understand your are 
the chief advisor to the Queen."
"Yes mamOliver SamuelsonDrhow 
serious is it? What is her condition?"
"We have stabilized her but she is very ill.
She has leukemia and needs a bone marrow
transplant or she will dieI understand her 
only relative is her nephew Prince Jacob.
My staff has reached out to him several
times and we got no response."
"I will go and talk to him at onceHow 
much time does she have?"
"If we don't get that bone marrow transplant,
she doesn't have not long at allWe're running 
out of timeWe will continue to test people to 
find a match  but we need a blood relative." 
Oliver left at once with tears in eyes.He silently
prayed for a miracle to save his dear queen.

To Be Continued

Alexis Y.

Poem Details | by Ronald Bingham |
Categories: devotion, friendship, love, sick,



The Lord made friends to cherish and hold,
And to be a big part of the stories you’ve told.

Someone who will lend an ear or maybe a hand,
And listen when you have problems and understand.

Friendships have no boundaries or distance,
They are always there to lend a hand, to be of some assistance.

A true friend has no price tag,
But they’ll help you climb that hill when you start to lag.

When you are sick they are usually the first ones there,
To help you in your time of need to show they really care.

And the only thing they expect from you is just the same,
To help them also should they get sick or lame.

What’s fair is fair that’s what makes it so great,
They’re the type that will share everything upon their plate.

To all the friends I’ve got I say thanks a lot,
Know this you’ll always have a soft spot in my heart.

And when I say my prayers you are included there,
I pray for you because I care.

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: anxiety, hope, love, sick, silence, time,


They rolled him away
In a wheelchair
Down the hospital hall
Out of my reach
Cutting the cord
Promising to bring him back

They rolled him away
His future in their hands
Leaving me in silence
Alone with my fears
Wallowing in hope
As I waited

posted on September 11, 2018

Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: angst, boyfriend, child, children, cute love, dad, daughter, family, father daughter, first love, funny love, girlfriend, growing up, humor, humorous, innocence, irony, love, marriage, my children, parents, relationship, romantic, sick, silly, smile, social, society, sweet, wedding,

The Right Thing to Do

Written 7 March 2014

Bruce and Jennie, both were 10,
Had been playmates all their lives.
One day, Bruce proclaimed,
“Jennie… most good men have wives.”

He professed his love for her.
Jennie said she loved him too.
They decided that getting married
Was ‘the right thing’  to do.

So, Bruce went to speak to her father,
Who was doing yard work at the time.
“May I speak to you, MrJohnson?”
“Sure, BruceWhat’s on your mind?”

“Sir, I love your Jennie;
And Jennie, she loves me;
But we need your permission
To be married… to be “We.”

Impressed by Bruce’s courage,
He knew this confrontation must be tough.
He smiled and asked, “Bruce, are you sure
You love my daughter enough?”

Bruce’s face became stern, he said,
“MrJohnson, let me tell you…
I love Jennie so much…and she loves me.
We’re both sure it’s the right thing to do.”

He was moved by Bruce’s ardor,
But permission was not his to give.
So, quick as flash, he responded,
“But Bruce…where will you live?” 

“Sir, I measured her room;
Then I measured mine.
Hers is 40 percent bigger.
We’ll live there We’ll be fine.

If we have extra stuff,
We’ll keep that in my room.
We’ll keep our places neat and tidy.
You won’t even need a broom.

And both our parents can save money 
On babysitters too.
Even if you do things on the same night,
You’ll only need one sitter, not two.”

MrJohnson was impressed with his logic,
But this marriage idea was no longer funny.
He smiled and said, “That’s good thinking, Bruce;
But what are you gonna do for money?

“Why, MrJohnson, I get twelve-fifty a week allowance;
And let me remind you, Jennie also gets ten.
Throw in our birthdays and Christmas cash….
Why, we might even have money to lend.”

Desperate now, he thought, 
“Next, I guess they’ll want a car.”
Then he asked, “But Bruce, what if you have kids?”
"Aawww," blushed Bruce..“We’ve been lucky so far.”

Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: abuse, feelings, lost, lost love, sad, sick,


SUDDENLY LOST Sunset serenades disperse thoughts are her refrains smiling yet she tears. The autumn wind greets, cool breeze brushed her pallor cheeks, her head in the clouds. Rumbles crash silence, denial rush to her lips, ghost eyes snap and slit. The strawberry lies made her wait for sunrises, truth kissed bittersweet. Innocence murdered by colorful, luring masks, times were trashed, wasted. _____________________________ *** Contest Name: LOST Sponsor: Broken Wings 10:33pm, February 05, 2016

Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: addiction, death, desire, drink, fantasy, food, grave, halloween, imagination, love, lust, magic, mystery, night, romantic, sensual, sexy, sick,

desiring the Vampire

                 It was the Southern French window blowing open 
                    he came in the night no word spoken 
                The eyes so sensual and piercing me as if nothing matters
                     he is all I think of now as each day I grow weaker

               I will soon die unsure of my fate 
                  my life I will give to him a offering I ask him to take
               This man so desirable with dark eyes and hair
                  even if he is not a man but a beast 
                I no longer care I submit to the last drop of blood

                 As I lay with a cotton white gown in a locked room 
                   I throw my rope of Garlic far to be seen 
                 Nothing can stop this now longing and lustful 
                      feeling like I'm in a forever dream  

                    I wait for him too enter 
                       I wait for him
                                  willing to die 
                               I wait losing my Religion
                                   The Vampires offering am I              

                 " For That Archaic Poets contest " Shanity Rain 

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: abuse, age, beautiful, blue, city, crazy, cry, dark, evil, goodbye, horror, how i feel, london, lost, miss you, missing, missing you, night, poverty, power, psychological, relationship, romance, romantic, sad, sad love, sick, sin, stress, suicide, summer, sun, water, woman, world, write, writing,

Can you feel me

Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on gargoils designed
of eightenth century Gothic architecture
singing their death songs,
when the sun is setting in the far.

The voices of women passing
startle me with a feeling of sorrow
I can't breathe, I am dying.
Feel me, can you feel me rot away?
Slowly but surely rot away
as time passes with ease,
and taxi cabs take smiling, intoxicated faces
to wayward cafes, oh how they screech to a halting stop
and wave to me to get in.

"No thank you, I'd rather walk." I say to the smiling faces
highly intoxicated with the thought of the birds and the bees
rattling around in their empty minds.
Then they drive off, into the city lights and turn a darkened corner.
I look at the rushing water
and feel myself rot away
slowly but surely rot away.

Can you feel me?
Can you hear me?
Can you see me?
Feel my heart thump with slow paces
that manage to keep up with fast melodies.
Of songs that play in your mind
only the ones that make you sigh
and think those one days in Spring time
as you walked over the draw bridge
and paid no mind to the water underneth.
I hear no more talk of you and me, I hear no more talk
of the good old times we all shared.
Time has passed, as I take my last breathe
and hold my chest and shead a tear.
Feel me, can you?
If you can, put your hand to my weak heart 
and feel it thump away with every second wasted
on useless items.
Now, see me a man of one time greatness
reflect his life with a reflection in the water below.
How I sigh and cry and breath heavely,
as I feel myself rot away.

The voices of woman pass me by.
Tomorrow is a new day,
for the smiling faces in taxi cabs will go home
and soak their raging hangovers with cool, wet rags.
As I still stand on the draw bridge singing with the crows,
feeling myself rot away.

Can you feel me without you, rotting away?
I surely can feel myself rot.
Such a heavy word, "rot"
So vulgare, yet a great description of me,
without you.

I pull out a shawl you once wore and I kiss it.
As the wind gusts and the sun rises and my shadow
comes to meet me, the wind shall take my last memory
of you away.
And I shall weep no more.
Then what will I do? Shall I walk the streets
and think of you.
Yes you, still rambling all throughout my head
like a lose screw.
Can you feel me? Feel me rot away
feel me think about you, and all your works.
Can you feel me?

Poem Details | by Dana Smith |
Categories: depression, lost love, love, sad, sea,

Love Sick

The weight is dark and heavy, Like black waters swirling deep It ebs and flows with selfish tugs As blood-stained tauntings seep. The waves have gone with reason, The mem'ries flood the shore As it touches sand with reaching hands It pulls back, then grasps for more. Deep below, the darkest pits The sharpest rocks will wait so calm; As soon as swimmers brush the edge They'll bleed in natures palm. I've dipped my toes in, felt it cold, Rememb'ring shivers dry; I'll pull my legs back to my chest, With only waves to feel you by.

Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: dark, death, deep, how i feel, jealousy, sad love,

i am sick of love

i am sick of love
such words and such nonsense
when love does not envy
yet its hard to live and not be green,
     (for love is hard to do
and i am sick of losing such hard-time battles
that i can surely lose my mind before my next birthday
those young lovers(that young girl and foolish boy with his side-chick
that is not love, that is nonsense)
oh, i have seen nonsense come and go,
and i have cried my grief and laughed my jealousy
all those girls with broken hearts, i give them a standing ovation
for they are all fools, and i don't give a fly's bum for them.
      (my thoughts have jumped,
       up and down and up and down
       summer autumn winter spring,
   -love is destroying and i am not living a happy life
yet i sat there and took the blows and cigarette burns on flesh
and i smile, yet i sit and smile the nights and days away
and so-called friends say "why that way"
and I say "U and Me aren't friends..I have no friends-"
       long haired beauties come and go,
       chicks and babes and boys with egos bigger than their hot-air heads are floating away,
and back and forth and back and forth
       party after party after party,
kiss after kiss after kiss,
and chests being groped after chests being groped
legs in nylon and high heels all around-
are all gone, cause they don't care anymore themselves

look now the negro and the white girl
walk the night train together
waiting for the first rail car to take them away from all things and all ways that kill them
and do not let them live
and i sit smoking a cigarette with no one and its quiet and i hope that tonight is the last night,
because i am sick of love already,
i am just sick of love already,
i am just sick of the damn games
of broken hearts and broken promises,
blue-eyed death come and take me away
      (but first lets have a drink- a pink of whiskey or two or three or four
and one last cigarette before the night is through,
and i shall tell you before the clock sticks noon
how i am just sick of love
for i am a man out of luck-
kiss me blue-eyed death
      (take me to your dark angel girls- and tell them to kiss me goodnight,
love me tonight,
as mortality has run its last grain of sand out on me-
and take me and take me and take me
too a place where love is just a figment of an imagination
-only a nightmare, a bad dream (too sleep the night away,
       too wake another day, and be in a different place then this
and to know love is gone from me
for i am sick of love already..I'm through-)

Poem Details | by Tom Arnone |
Categories: age, first love, growing up, nostalgia, old, sick, youth,

Age and Flow

If I had to recount a range for pure,
If would be womb to birth to sixteen years.
Aglow with vigor on a virgin shore --
Of first-love hugs and superhuman tears.

Fearless and careless of body and mind,
A known contradiction, a youthful show.
But, age spins quickly to the daily grind --
And, feelings reverse as we age and flow.

Gray and grown with painful inflammation.
Nothing to fear from a senior mind-prism.
Protesting every new deformation --
The paradox of youth versus wisdom.

Young, infinite, bliss, immortality --
Lost in mature, moonless normality.

August 23, 2016
Which Of The Four Would You Choose - Poetry Contest

Poem Details | by shadab shaikh |
Categories: absence, addiction, anger, change, conflict, confusion, courage, death, depression, desire, eulogy, fear, feelings, fire, first love, children, for her, for him, kids, forgiveness, friendship, grief, heartbroken, how i feel, i love you, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, moving on, pain, relationship, sad, sad love, sick, storm, strength, stress, suicide,


How can I tell you?
I can't stay with you.

Neither I can give up on you.
Fear of losing you is losing me.
It feels like slow death every night.

But we are just stuck in our spaces!
Unable to connect from two feet distance.

Poem Details | by Synonym Thesaurus |
Categories: angst, confusion, death, love, passion, sadbeautiful, beautiful, sick, time,

A Beautiful Mind

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Hate the day time, and the boredom,
And the hours left to kill,
And the pain you feel inside,
Scoops a hole for him to fill,

Whisper secrets over sunsets,
Promise you will never tell,
Pretty lies, dainty deceptions,
You never felt so well,

A beautiful mind,
But he’s sick in the head,
You imagine his touch,
He imagines you dead,
In his eyes there’s something wrong,
Sense the danger, crave the thrill,
Cut the cord, you’re too far gone,
Just slowly losing will,

Dazzles you with words,
Leaves you lost in a daze,
Cos you always were a sucker,
For a witty turn of phrase,

Gives you poppies in the evening,
Loves them best because they bring,
The things you both are craving,
Sleep for you and blood for him,

Sink into it easy,
The opiate of his hold,
Like a knife through butter or skin,
You know he prefers them cold,

A beautiful mind,
But he’s sick in the head,
You imagine his touch,
He imagines you dead,
In his eyes there’s something wrong,
Sense the danger, crave the thrill,
Cut the cord, you’re too far gone,
Just slowly losing will,

Knows your weakness, knows your movements,
A master of the maze,
Watch you dreaming in the darkness,
He’s been lying there for days,

You can taste it on his lips,
See it hidden in his smile,
Know the truth, yet still embrace it,
That boy will bleed you dry,

Sunrise brings him closer,
Runs his fingers through your hair,
Breathes so softly “it’s your time now”,
And you haven’t got a prayer.

Poem Details | by Stephen Kilmer |
Categories: love, sick,

For Your Love

Show me the love
Heal my pain
Stop the hurting
Don’t complain
Love me doctor 
Like a child
Cancer be damned
I’ll dance all night
I don’t need my hair
I don’t need silly pride
All I need is love
And to feel it inside
I can live with the chemo
I can take what’s outside
But I can’t live without you 
By my side.
Love me or hate me
Make up your mind
I’m living in a moment
A spectrum in time
Bye now my love
They’re putting me under
I’ll be back in time
Or in eternity I will float
But I will not sink
In this leaky old boat
Till death do us part
I’ll paddle toward light
With both oars in the water
Holding you tight

Poem Details | by Reynaldo Mast |
Categories: abuse, adventure, anger, baby, betrayal, bullying, care, child, childhood, children, conflict, confusion, corruption, courage, crazy, culture, dark, death, desire, devotion, discrimination, emotions, environment, evil, faith, family, fear, friendship, grief, growing up, growth, heart, hope, horror, image, innocence, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost love, love, me, memory, pain, poverty, sad, sick, strength, stress, sympathy, violence,

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay

Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: emotions, feelings, girlfriend, loneliness, love, love hurts, relationship,

''Dead-broke, Love-sick Loser''

Why am I a dead broke, love-sick loser
in love with a rich and affluent girl?
A poor, unwise fool, why did I choose her?
(I can't afford such a lovely, rich Pearl!)
I wish I were a prince, handsome and rich,
youthful and full of promise and prospects
(for her): but I'm none of the above, which
makes us at best love's unusual suspects.
Ironic that the love of my bleak life
is beyond my abject, penniless reach
and past my hope of her being my wife--
barriers that fate won't let me breach.
(But God they say can move heaven and Earth
for those of unlike yoke to meet His goals:
now and again He finds those hearts of worth
which He wills and unites as conjoined souls!)

1.) poembender; 2.) Romantic motif; 3.) for "Impress me with a small poem II !" Contest

Poem Details | by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories: happiness, life, love, pain, sick, sorrow, truth,

A Happy Ending

Remorse and regret, I mustn't forget
Remind me that Life is a process of Learning
Indeed for I sorrow'd; 'twas always upset
As the Truth was met with painful discerning

But now my eyes are open-wide,
Grew to love what I once despised
I am no longer sick inside-
I just feel happy to be alive

Poem Details | by Jessica Wong |
Categories: loss, lost love, teen, hate,

Sick of It

I hate the lies
I hate the pain
That you cause
Day after day

Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: anger, anti bullying, anxiety, forgiveness, friend, love,

Sick Twist

(Talking to the mirror)
I done just about had enough of you,
I know what's coming next,
so get it over with quick, will you
I'm not giving up my lunch money again,
and no more of your homework gets done by me
Today is my personal holiday,
starting today, I'm living bully-free

(Down at the schoolyard)
Ain't got nothing for you today,
aw, you don't like the sound of my words
Them days are over and through,
so give me what bullies love to give nerds
I don't mind that you're a girl,
and that you got things at home troubling you
You look so mean when your cheeks turn red,
now go on and do what you gotta do

Ball up your fists, and be the sick twist
everybody say you are,
and give me the beating your daddy gave you
Are you ready to give me a knuckle kiss,
you're itching to so far,
give me the same puffy lips your mama gave you too

Aw, I hurt your feelings..
remember now, bullies don't cry
Just gonna have to keep it all in,
and tell yourself over and over the same lie
That your parents love you,
they just show it in a different way
That they're gonna treat you better
when you get well one day they say

But this ain't about you,
today is my holiday
I'm no longer your whipping boy..
now are we gonna fight,
or are we gonna play

Look, I wanna be your friend,
help you deal with the pain in your life
I can see you're twisting in the wind,
ain't nobody ever treated you nice
So you can stay a bully if you want to,
but your days of beating on me are through..
I don't believe you're a sick twist,
I may be wrong
Or else why did you swing your fist just now,
and purposely miss?

Poem Details | by Lucretia Crouse |
Categories: angst, death, life, lost love, sad, war, sick, sky,

Stab, Choke, Torture, Shoot to Kill

The rage that screams against the sky A battle ground of angry hate Death's anger looms; threat reaches high The rage that screams against the sky A voice it struggles to deny The venom 'fore it spews too late The rage that screams against the sky A battle ground of angry hate What made bit** think she could deceive A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt I'm one she thought that would believe What made bit** think she could deceive? Fed up with lies, we're so naive Her many victims her desserts What made bit** think she could deceive A fam'ly grown so sick of hurt I want to choke her scrawny neck And make cruel vengeance mine to give To make her bleed, knife's wounds inflict I want to choke her scrawny neck And twist until I'm held in check But not 'fore I know she'll ne'er live I want to choke her scrawny neck And make cruel vengeance mine to give I lay my head on Satan's bed The price was worth my deadly fate She's cold and lives with devil's dead I lay my head on Satan's bed No tear I shed, no more to dread It's over now, there's no more wait I lay my head on Satan's bed The price was worth my deadly fate.
Destroyer ~ Poet’s contest Name any poem with a strong title" (your poem title has to catch my eye) your most favorite outstanding title..

Poem Details | by shirin neshat |
Categories: absence, angst, care, change, confusion, depression, dream, emotions, family, fear, feelings, heartbroken, lonely, peace, pride, sad, sad love, sick,

Faded Life

Stuck in a situation, Not knowing what to do? Blocked from all directions, Tired of being sick, throwing and feeling weak, The people I thought I can trust walked away, I am tired of selfish people, I am tired of being alone and fighting this without any support, When this should be your responsibility too! All you want to do party and play, I am tired of facing problems one after another, I need peace, relax and have nothing to worry, Yet you bring hell to me! All you care about is you and your career, While I give my life and risk everything for us & baby, I give up my family, my car and now I am broke and homeless, And all you care about is you and your dreams, It bothers me how you think & blind to see, My dreams and goals for my life is in the trash can, You keep asking for respect yet you cant even understand your women, Without a cause there is no effect, I just wish you would understand that! This is not about who wins or looses! This is about us fixing problems togather as ONE!

Poem Details | by Handful Haiku |
Categories: sad love, sick,


Strangely sweet on you
sadly, you got sick of me;
diabetic love.

Poem Details | by Sabina Nicole |
Categories: death, hurt, lost love, youth,

The Sick Feeling

Shards of glass
Peirce the depths of
My stomach.
Exposing the reality

By: Sabina Nicole

Poem Details | by jennifer hanebuth |
Categories: angst, death, hope, me, love, me,

dope sick pain

pill pop
once you like it
you can't stop
hit rock bottom
or dead you drop
and under six
buried by twelve
this feeling
it lingers
and laughs
as you dumpster dive
half awake
half alive
quasi brain
can you handle
can you battle the shame
everyone around
has to get a dig in
or a word to add
to this feelingless
over zealous i am jealous
of the simple life
and all the things i had
are having me instead
it's so good
i can handle it
i'm okay did i stutter when i spoke
it's under control
once elation takes hold
and this slippless
grip i'm under
throws me around
just to catch me
and do it again when will it end
does it end
with these words i say
i don't have to own this
or take defense
you did this i'm sane
i keep lists and records of those i blame
can you handle
can you battle the shame
and i'm just so tired
of hurting everyone
around me
the damage done
has left me lonely
and as of now i feel
God loves me
don't judge me
just try to understand and love me
for what i want to become
and what i am
it's okay
now i'm better
i've got the shakes
a little sick
under the weather
and once this
physical pain it leaves me
i'm back to the beginning
with no one
to trust me
just love me
hearted holy
and fully
fighting demons
in my brain
can't complain
i did this
i started it
time to finish
not a hurdle
i can jump over bemoan
and dismiss
i know with him 
i am not alone
so God give me strength
to fight this fight
i pray
take this dope
and slowly
like honey
i gather my respect
save some money
catch a glance of the life i need
and take heed
give away all greed at full
raging ramming speed
and this selfish taking
try to stop breaking
all these hearts left aching
and praying for my
safety, it overtakes me
and shakes me
God gives me a little peace
time to mourn
to forgive and get on
deal with it
one by one
day by day
til' it's gone
demons slain
calm smooth waves of him
envelop develop
go through me til' i'm new
yet still the same