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by arthur vaso |
Categories: abuse, art, bullying, kindergarten, religion, silence, symbolism,

Breaking Bad

Breaking Bad


Criminals
dance with slum lords
they shed fake tears
victims they shout
from Ivory towers

Mock and attack
they of dark cloth and deceit
possesses no real God
they whoreship only their prey
living by night not day

Some even screech praise untowards
sick is the mind who follows
dead morals and upended graves
they really are the bully's slaves
Yet their churches pew is full

Criminals all
singing love songs
sewing fear and anger
no wonder God got fed up
evicting them one and all


by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: evil,

Monsters

Monsters live in houses, like you and I.
They eat and sleep and go to work each day.
They laugh and they feel pain.  Perhaps they cry!
But they have different games they like to play

They need to have control. Therefore, most seek
a victim who is young or not so strong.
They think they are almighty, but their mind is weak.
Depraved, they pay no heed to right or wrong.

They may seem crude, but some of them are slick.
The ones with brains play too well at their game.
All monsters love what normal folks find sick.
They brutalize and rape, and feel no shame.

Beware! One could be living on your street
or be that charming guy you’ve chanced to meet!

by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories: loneliness, lost love,

Crazy Crazy Love

Inspired By Angel Marie and
Her Poem "Crazy Love"


She looked at me with tear filled eyes
And said that we were through
Then walked away, from my love
There, was nothing I could do

Now my fright, grows strong at night
I pray that she is near
To think she might, not return
Is now my greatest fear

I drive around, while on my cell
But she's nowhere in sight 
Worried sick to death
I hope that she's alright

Perhaps she's leaving on a jet
She may be going home
I fail to see what this has done
But leave us both alone



by Francis J Grasso |
Categories: fun, humorous, love,

Love Me

Leave me alone you beautified 6itch ;
Oh ghastly and ghoulish playpen of a witch.
Vases of roses are covering your deeds;
Eloquent verses describe your sick needs. 

Many come calling but none ever leave; 
Even my dumb heart now wants a reprieve.


written 04.02.2016

by Line Gauthier |
Categories: death, grandfather, grandson, love, sick,

SOMETIMES LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH



He loved his grandpa with all his heart
All the hugs in the world
Could not heal him
How we dreaded the time when
Memories would be all that’s left



Submitted on September 8, 2019, for contest SOMETIMES LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 3RD

by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: happy, humorous, love, silly,

Welcome to my Bio

Brenda Gail 
I am Compassionate, love and breathe poetry, humorous and a peace maker.
Sister of Patti Lynne, Paul, David and Beth.
I love children (more), I love to sing in a choir and have a song for just about everything. I love to make others happy.
I feel loved, appreciated and very blessed.
I fear not being healthy enough to make it to my son’s wedding, getting sick this winter and losing my mom.
I’d love to be able to travel again, walk around a mall, and would love to be in a poetry slam.
Living in the GTA Greater Toronto Area, Ontario.
Meier-Hans 

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.13.2014
Regina Riddles Contest: Bio Poems
1st

by Jonathan White |
Categories: passion, sorry, teen

Sorry

"Sorry" doesn't cut it.
Well neither does a butter knife.
I guess I'll have to say "sorry" 
For being in your life.
"Sorry" for being black.
And doing what i do best.
Like RAP, BASKETBALL and SWEAT.
Instead of studying for a test.
"Sorry" for being imperfect
"Sorry" for getting sick
"Sorry" for being a man
"Sorry" for makin' you tick
There are some things you cannot change
Like color and heredity.
There's one thing I forgot to say.
"Sorry" for bein' me.

**************
This is sort of a sarcastic poem. I love me. :)

by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories: cheer up, children, giving, joy, love,

Cards of Love

Just children with their homemade card
Brought so much joy when I was down.
I was so sick my heart was scarred,
Just children with their homemade card.
To show their love, it was not hard,
Their love to me a peaceful gown.
Just children with their homemade card
Brought so much joy when I was down.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
02.2014
Contest: Small Gifts

by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: funny,

America's Idle Pastime

America's (Idle) Pastime From New York, Austin, and L.A., From Cleveland and Seattle, Ingloriously they screech or bray In an auditioning battle. And by the time we all feel sick, (the judges homicidal!), we get to know from whom we’ll pick our next great Singing Idol. For the "A GROOK FOR ALL OCCASIONS" Poetry Contest of Suzzette Crous (using topic one, annoying sound and also etc topic, on a TV show I actually love!)

by Gareth Heslop |
Categories: philosophy, political

The Jungle Book

This misty sky
a reflection of our misty life
in its sucked up, clouded vision
without any sense of perception, 
its hopes, its desperation, its life,
clinging, slipping, dropping away
from view, from all of us,
droids and prefects alike, 
too numerous
to see through the mess, 
too brain dead to think aloud,
 to escape from this sick world 
of profits in money not in hope 
or dreams or love or life,
created by our bosses to protect
 and huddle us from the harsh
realities of unknown centuries
and create our own 'civil'isation,
our life our hopes hanging on their walls

The misty sky is all in our sight
I want to be on the star shining bright

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.

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: confusion, emotions, feelings, imagery, lost, sick,

Oblivion

Waiting in the shadows
dementia devastates 
your life as sanity
begins to slip away.

Once your memory fails
life loses all meaning
thoughts turn to suicide
and death becomes your friend.

Your heart morphs into a
desolate derelict
a floundering vessel
not even love can save.

Hope’s long been depleted
and trust doesn’t exists
only pain remains true
in life's facade of lies.

When reality feels
stranger than any dream
depression escorts your
soul to oblivion.



by Alfred Wilmot |
Categories: friendship, inspirational, teen, day, day,

Happy Birthday

Each day marks an earthly rotation full; The ascending sun warms, and setting cools. This day is pinnacle, hence above all; Our star’s broadening smile turns to you. Life beacons thy pleasure for things as such: The love-sick bird and sweet whispering gale. To exist is chance—yearns cherishing much; For it is rare a human knows its luck. Seize this day with vigour—it is quite yours, (‘Though the seizing of days ought be common). Search for the willing, you’ll find them in scores— The persons willing: rejoice by side you. Happy Birthday is all I wish to add, Along with the regards of a young lad!

by Diana Mohammed |
Categories: hope, inspirational, love,

They Come

Battered and bruised they come
Scattered and torn they come
Homeless and lost they come
Lord, they come..
Mocked at and pained they come
Laughed at and scorned they come
Hopeless and maimed they come
Lord, they come..

Unclean and sick they come
Diseased and lame they come
Tormented and hurt they come
Lord, they come..
Trampled and faint they come
Rejected and stained they come
Wearied and shamed they come
Lord, they come

Open the gates they come
Clear all the ways they come
Let angels praise they come
Lord, they come...
Lord, they come...
Lord, they come...


by Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart |
Categories: addiction, dance, lonely, love,

Pas De Deux

Two dancers in sync
We were made for each other
But you're sick with the drink
Twisting and turning
Our steps I do trace
I am locked here alone
In this stoic embrace.


17.04.09

Composed for Charlotte Jade Puddifoot's Open Poetry Contest 2

by Jo Daniel |
Categories: best friend, dog,

Our Best Pal, Blackie

She was the best pal we ever had,
Thinking about her still makes me sad,

Quietly wagging her tail for her food,
Silently waiting like a friend so good,

She survived death scare two times that year,
We prayed for her healing, God did hear,

She knew whom to bark at, scared them bad,
She was the best pal we ever had,

Following us all around to be petted,
Love she did not lack, nor once we regretted,

When she fell sick, she had us cuddling her,
Trips to the doctor, we went juggling her,

Ten long years, she stayed with us happy,
Never once did she become snappy,

In times of sorrow, she made us glad,
She was the best pal we ever had.




08/30/18

by Rachel Bernotaitis |
Categories: devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, , cute,

His Eyes

Silly, small, smiling sweet How did I get so fortunate to meet This man, this boy, cute and fun I couldn’t have found a better one Happy, smart, following through How could this feeling ever be true He talks, he walks, says everything right Could it be, I’ve lost the fight Weird, needy, spoiled and sick How could he like this ugly chick Never moody, always good Retreat? Yes, I think I should Neurotic, selfish, evil and strange How could he change my awful ways Valiant, strong, simple and wise I believe he could when I look into his eyes

by Edward McCall |
Categories: hate,

sorry state of hate

I stand here and listen to you
spew hate and I can't help but 
pity your sad sorry state

Devoid of love devoid of joy
you spit hateful venom
you seek to destroy

You derive sick pleasure
from the hate that you measure
out to those you've placed in your 
sights

But when you have spent all of 
your words with intent to break
down and belittle others

I will stand here looking at your 
empty plate and continue to
pity your sad sorry state.

Edward McCall

by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: angst, bereavement, death, deep, depression, love hurts, suicide,

Last Tear

Our house makes sounds I never heard before -
they're part of the new nightmare-themed decor.
Former comfy rooms, styled with love's heartbeat,
now seep cold-aches, ice spiked with incomplete.

Whether I'm here or there, you're everywhere
to ignite more weight inside my despair.
This house that was stage for our shared happy
has turned gruesome and painfully mocks me.

As your adrenaline speed-soars high smiles,
your freedom sick-roars motorcycle miles.
You know not when your death mile will appear
only that it will arrive before my last tear.





... CayCay
February 2, 2019

by Wendy Rycroft |
Categories: poems,

Violets

Violets bring healing to the soul,
Colours care for the sick,
Like Florence Nightingale.
Her amethyst fragrance,
For the imagination,
Creativity, wisdom, dignity,
Pride and peace,
Spiritually calming emotions
Humbling in nature,
Brightening up rooms,
As the Lady with the lamp,
Nursed wounded soldiers,
Velvet scented petals! 
Meditate her deep blue, 
Serenity and tranquillity
Sanctuary for love,
White for innocence, 
Pioneering blooms,
Velvet heart shaped leaves
Captivating and beautiful
Flowers,
Medication for life.

Wendy Jae

by George Zamalea |
Categories: confusion, devotion, father, history, life, sad,

Autism

O, I love my dear boy
So dearly and so blindly
I will give him my blood
And life if God permits so

He's so weak and sick
So pallid and so tender
But I know he's an umbrella of snow
In the wide-brimmed form

A rhyme, a loft 
Almost in the spelling of my own world.



by Linh Huynh |
Categories: lost loveme, me, sick,

How could i?

How could i have done what i have to you?
how could i have hurt you the way i did?
how dare i make you go through my pain too,
how dare i run and went and hid,
i cant take it anymore, i dont want you feeling my pain,
its mine and mine to take, dont tell me what you told me again,
im sick of being a ***** and hurting you,
im sick of making you worry and stay up too,
I dont want you have to deal with me anymore,
forget me, leave me, i implore,
do as i say and dont think of me,
cause... im telling you now, we just cant be,
i dont understand you sometimes, but thats okay,
i cant always have it my way,
This is my final goodbye,
but ill always love you, i cant lie.

by Michael Plantamura |
Categories: love, passion, wife, heart, heart,

I want You

Thinking of why I want you,Why I need to feel your touch
It's a feeling sweet and tender'that I enjoy so much

Just to see you smile makes my heart skip a beat
And when you touch me with your lips.chills run from my lips down to my feet

When we walk the street and I hold your hand It's a feeling so secure
As if my heart was sick and lonely and in you I found the cure

So now when I hold and pull you  close to me
It feels so very special because it's the place I long to be

by James Peranteau |
Categories: dedication, son,

'till my end

This poet did mention 
days
past,
in awareness of the sylph’s
soft shoulder,
‘bout mine lips,
that did 
oh yes
caress !

I was the love sick fool

And then
the soul,
betwix
the me and you
did protrude !

Oh, there be no such love,
though obtrude

I the poet was,
So I care not now,
for out ‘pon this earth
dropped
Noah,
my love
‘till my end

by Anna Hopper |
Categories: depression,

What is wrong with me

What’s wrong with me?  I’m not normal, you see
It’s an effort to get out of bed
People love to talk about what comes easy
What’s wrong with me?  I’m not normal you see
I’m sick of this topic of you and me and normalcy
Too many thoughts attacking my head
What’s wrong with me?  I’m not normal, you see
It’s an effort to get out of bed