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Poem Details | by David Meade |
Categories: death, love, sorrow,

Love in the Silence of the Soul




As a young boy
Sitting in a pew
The winter darkness pressing down
Candlelight waves from hidden drafts
Shadows danced on the walls

I heard the words destined to me
“Be still know that I am God”
So I listen  eyes open
“The Passion of Christ”
I was gone 

I saw eyes 
Judas under the olive trees - Gethsemane
His eyes  cold, darting  filled with manic evil
Torchlights hissing  turning eyes yellow
Then a kiss and chaos erupts
I closed my eyes  suddenly afraid

Now I see a set of eyes  filled with burning hate
A High Priest screaming    B-L-A-S-S-P-H-E-M-Y ! ! ! ! !
All around ugly eyes staring with dripping contempt
Old men spitting with bared rotting teeth
Then I noticed and 
And my heart ached 
Jesus standing quietly with closed eyes

Then we were off to Roman authority -- Pontius Pilate
I saw his slanted eyes squinting as if too much sunlight
Loud voices yelling outside  “Crucify him!”
In my heart, I cursed these people – but his eyes
His eyes were dark, soft – forgiving
A hand washing and we are walking 

To a hillside, a place called Golgotha – the skull
Empty eye sockets a place of death
The eyes of soldiers hard, focused  
Spikes, woods – his sad eyes burning my heart
Closing my eyes, I heard a sharp gasp soldiers yelling
“Lift”

As I opened my eyes – I was looking out with his eyes
We were seeing the same things
Angry faces with eyes of burning ashes
Taunting and jeering – a wave of hysteria hitting us
I heard and felt a deep groan 
Fear gripping me – I knew instantly we needed to go
Now!

Men, women, soldiers, slaves, leaders, teachers 
Eyes filled with blood lust
Evil, hatred I can’t breath
Death coming with the darkness
Jesus!        Can’t you see 
Then I heard him whisper
 “Father, forgive them, they know not what they do.”

My heart sank realizing with horror
Jesus is staying dying
I felt his purposeful breathing
Muscles, bones, joints aching with a searing pain
My eyes filled with tears

I saw another set of bloodshot eyes
A voice next to me yelling
“If you’re the Christ, get down from the cross
And take me too!  Let’s go!”
NO, NO!!!  What is he saying
Those are my words – I am sick
My stomach seizes  guilt fills me
I close my eyes

Another voice – on our right speaks
“Lord, remember me “
Jesus painfully turns, twisting his body looking 
He sees blue eyes – my eyes
I am hanging next to Jesus
“Today you will be with me in Paradise”

We were one – together one body
Now separate crosses I feel crushed by loneliness
But his words “Paradise” “today”
He loves me – I see him looking at me
His eyes illuminating my soul it hurts
I tried crying out – I love you 
But only a sob squeaks out

Gravity pulling down pulling down
Eyes straining against the pain
Joints and ribs stretching  popping
Chest heaving for each breath
Body convulsing against wood
Head back eyes wide open he screams
“My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me?”

No one answers surprised eyes
In my tears I felt the agony of the cross
The bleakness  hell
Dead eyes

Back in the pew
I heard the preacher 
“He died for you”
What why no 
No, I don’t want you dead
Jesus?

                      
                      
                      

Hey, wait for me – slow down
Running hard, breathing deeply
I stuck my head in empty tomb – hum??? 
I sat quietly next to Mary Magdalene wondering
The gardener spoke – “Mary”
But he was looking at me – bright eyes
He said “David”
“David, I love you”

Yes!!  Woo Hoo 
Look at me I am dancing
With shinning eyes 
“I love you too”
“I love you”
“Lord Jesus”
“I do”









David Meade
02/22/2015

Love Generously


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: depression, relationship, sad love, song, sorrow, soulmate, stars,

We'll Always have San Andreas

-rearranging the stars-

How could we agree to separation? 
If you were destined to be my soulmate,
Why would we allow the stars to change our fate?
They've written in a fresh verse 
Sewing in a new song, soon to be sung
The Stars are not to blame
The fault lies deep within our hearts

Like earthquakes wondering through the years
separating silicone valley of tears.
Sweeping sweet dreams far away
What has become of my day?
Today the sun sets holding on to old hope
Tears fall down a sudden slope

Now my dreams are drowning down another road
Tonight I sit under the aspen cold
Alone, no longer in search of gold
Naming nights you whispered words of love to my soul

Your love no longer speaks 
Without warning, the Midas touch slowly fades
In my chest  -  I find fault  
The sound of heartache echoes every day
Rejuvenating every crack from display
In plain sight, I search for thee
The sun  -The moon  -The madness  -The Salton Sea
My heart no longer speaks

Everything I dream of sinks like the night
Stuck in quicksand  -- the aftermath
Healing scars the aftershock left behind
Finding ways to fill the gloom
Alas bridal curtains sit silently in my room
Setting boundaries between Earth's poetic plates
Like an earthquake passing through my heart 
You left like the moon, moving mountains apart

IS THERE SOMETHING YOU forgot TO TELL Me, dear
Suddenly, San Andreas Fault looks tragic from here
Until then I will hold my breath
In hopes, our Plates will meet again 

By: PD
6/29/15


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, christmas, goodbye, lost love, love hurts, metaphor, sorrow,

Frozen Farewell


Your breath upon the window freezes, lace

               Yet, warm against my skin, its somber strains

                              As dampened words collect in tears to trace

       The drip of sorrow weeping from my veins



Your perfect lips then tremble in a smile

               To press your pitied kiss upon my eyes

                              Three words, a whispered lie to thus defile

       The beggar's hope I had of sweet goodbyes



One last embrace, to mock the frigid air

               Your warm skin buried deep within your coat

                              The final knife, "goodbye", you bring to bear

       And drag the jagged word across my throat



Your chilling crime of passion, now complete

               My love, like blood, lays puddled.at your feet.




~ 6th Place ~  in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 6" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 9th Place ~  in the "Shakespearean Sonnet" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Your Best Sonnet 2018" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor.

~ 7th Place ~  in the "Best Sonnet" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.

~ 7th Place ~  in the "Mid January 2018 Premiere Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: emotions, heartbreak, loneliness, lost love, sorrow,

In Woes And Throes Of Sorrow


I rise and fall like melancholy tides in ebb and flow of wistful disrepair, our separate in consciousness divides, the whiff of grief fills broken-hearted air. Neglected now, heartstrings' rawhide, I mourn with briny beads that water my dismay, eyes teary drizzled mist, inside forlorn, my psyche pierced by thorns in love's bouquet. Whatever will I do, this emptiness..? A gnawing hollow where my heart should be. My lonely preys me like a lioness, a simba stalks this lost love refugee. Soft morning sun does gaze into my eyes enlightening the depths of agonize. Susan Ashley November 17, 2017 ------------------------------ ~ Second Place ~ Contest: Best Sonnet Premiere Sponsor: Laura Loo ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Second Place ~ Contest: Your Best Sonnet October 1 - December 31, 2017 Sponsor: John Hamilton ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Poem Of The Day ~ November 18,2017


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, cry, dad, death, depression, emotions, family, father, father daughter, fear, feelings, future, goodbye, grief, heart, heartbroken, heaven, how i feel, identity, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, love, memory, miss you, missing you, pain, parents, poets, prayer, sad, sorrow, strength, stress, urdu,

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: break up, emotions, feelings, imagery, love hurts,

Hope Outweighs Sorrow

Falling in love’s magical
it feels like your heart's on fire.
And dreamers hear only hope
not the words of a liar.

When trust begins to weaken
your heart shores it up with lies.
And an outpouring of pain
replaces truth as it dies.

Fear gathers like nagging doubts
morphing into last goodbyes.
And shared dreams discreetly drown
as tears spill from crying eyes.

Let time’s current carry you
to where hope outweighs sorrow.
For like a river it flows
towards a new tomorrow.


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, death, destiny, fate, lost love, prayer, sorrow,

Darkest Of Days, When His Ship Finally Came Home

Darkest Of Days, When His Ship Finally Came Home

A wicked chill, even her house could feel its creep
Tho' silence would not hear its horrific demands.
A dark dream, had awakened her from her deep sleep,
With it, she felt blight and doom had come to her lands.
Day's first somber hour, her heart felt its evil threats,
As old clock ticked away with a deafening roar.
She recited morning prayers, to hedge all her bets,
Went into dirty streets to give aid to the poor.
An angel waiting for ship to arrive in port,
Heart and soul knew, he had been away far too long.
Homecoming, one she prayed weather could not abort,
Time flew by, to docks she raced, love singing its song.

Faith, love and hope filled all her lonesome, aching heart,
With such promises, her wanting nights had been spent.
Sun shown bright, her heart suddenly felt a new start
With merriest of thoughts, onto the docks she went.
Crowd hovering around a blanketed body there
Suddenly her heart felt greatest of her dark fears
Please she prayed,"If its him, tis more than I can bear"
Then she saw, her feet felt wet of her falling tears
She had ran away, falling down to cry and pray
Looking back, at his ship's flag wave, in wafting wind.
Yet no answer came, Fate had had its dark death way
Answering her cries," Please Lord, let this nightmare end".

A wicked chill, even her house could feel its creep
Tho' silence would not hear its horrific demands.
A dark dream, had awakened her from her deep sleep,
With it, she felt blight and doom had come to her lands.
Day's first somber hour, her heart felt its evil threats,
As old clock ticked away with a deafening roar.
She recited morning prayers, to hedge all her bets,
Went into dirty streets to give aid to the poor.
An angel waiting for ship to arrive in port,
Heart and soul knew he had been away far too long.
Homecoming, one she prayed weather could not abort,
Time flew by, to docks she raced, love singing its song.

Robert JLindley, 2-19-2018
Rhyme 12/12,(When Fate Speaks)

NOTE- This was completed this morn, written from an old poem fragment from back in , April 2001I am trying to finish many of my great many old poem fragments , before my time arrives , as Fate waits for no man!!


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: angst, conflict, depression, fate, love hurts, sorrow,

Fortunes Of My Tears


I see the future in the constellation of my crystal tears as you siphon the sparkle off what’s left of my joy. Heavy is my heart where you spread your composting ego sacrificing my fire. Your unwillingness to ascend from darkness on wings of breath and light is not lost on me.. as you strut your fan of peacock plumes snuffing out any hope for my flickery flame. Susan Ashley July 19, 2018 ________________________ ~ Third Place ~ Contest: Any July 2018 Poem Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.aBroken Wings ________________________ ~ POTD ~ July 21, 2018


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: conflict, dark, deep, introspection, lost love, night, sorrow,

Sitting In The Dark, With Darkness Covering Me

Sitting In The Dark, With Darkness Covering Me

Sitting in the dark, hearing voices in the hall
remembering my many lovers, one and all.
Some that sent my heart aloft, on heavenly flights
others that kept me company on lonely nights.

Sitting in the dark, seeing true beauties once known
then, the fairest of gardens, never overgrown.
Night waning, those echoes, their honey-drenching calls
also remind me, of my many faults and falls!

Sitting in the dark, with darkness covering me
begging each, please forgive me, what I did to thee.
Silence, as each lover then slowly fades away
Ah yes, we mortals, for our sins we have to pay!

Dawn's morning rays, broke me from that dreaming trance.
Were we wrong seeking too much in youthful romance?


Robert JLindley, 8-07-2018
Sonnet, ( Recurring Dreams)

Syllables Per Line: 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 0 12 12
Total # Syllables: 168
Total # Words: 120

Note: Woke 4 am , decided to write this one as it was fresh on my mind...


Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: betrayal, death, love, sorrow,

Arthur

He was a tall muscular man, dark-
haired and in the prime of his life.
In horror I watched him stumble and 
fall back, face up onto the green grass.
Three knife wounds cut deep, thrown 
with great speed and precision by
an assassin dressed in black in a
matching sombrero with silver band.
I rushed to his side placing both 
my trembling hands on his cheeks 
as I watched his face become pale.

My tears fell on his face as I pleaded 
with him, don't die, please don't die.
He couldn't speak to me, but his eyes 
said I love you before his spirit departed.
I laid my head on his bleeding chest 
and sobbed uncontrollably in disbelief.
It was then that I saw her standing there 
In the corner of the lawn with a slight 
smile on her face, her soft dress blowing 
in the breeze, and I knew it was she,
his own wife, who had hired the assassin.
I heard windchimes sadly sing his epitaph.

8/19/2018

Wind Chimes Poetry Contest~N/A~
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, allegory, angel, art, baby, beach, beautiful, beauty, child, childhood, confusion, courage, dance, dark, daughter, death, dedication, devotion, dream, fear, flower, freedom, goodbye, grief, hope, life, lost love, love, sorrow, travel, tribute, uplifting, war, water, woman, write, me, earth, me,

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Poem Details | by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories: death, pain, sad love, sorrow, truth,

I Need Time to Heal

Tell me why, but tell me True-
Spare me the heartbreak of a Lie
I would lay forever in these meadows...
Forever, until I die!
To rid myself of all the Pain,
And the Sorrows of what I feel
To ease my Mind, my worried Brain
(Lord! The Cuts! I need to heal)

*Referring to my problems with "Borderline Personality Disorder"; many of us are "cutters"


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: growth, heartbroken, lost love, memory, passion, relationship, sorrow,

Paradise Leaving Not A Trace

Paradise Leaving Not A Trace


I took the last picture off the wall
 then my broken heart started to bawl
 on the floor lay your broken vows
 fat they lay like bloated cows

The love sworn by your sacred heart
 flipped over like an apple cart
 the corner lay three mismatched shoes
 I sit here , lonely, cryin' da blues

I took that picture and held it tight
 sad memories of our fightin' last night
 you spat upon my deep, deep remorse
 grieved as you beat on that dead horse

I saw dear hope entered my heart today
 I saw a picture that reminded me of you
 the pretty girl had your perfect eyes
 sun shining so like you in her skies

Tell me just one more time how you care
 lie to me even if it is an oath unfair
 whisper gasps of our sex-filled nights
 baby, please forget those recent fights

Lets hang the pictures back on the walls
 lock the doors, not take any damn calls
 undress as we rush into mad, mad embrace
 stay in that paradise leaving not a trace

Robert JLindley, 06/21/1976

This was my last poem written to her before my first wife and I finally 
divorcedI had my best friend deliver itHe said she threw it into the 
garbage can and told him to tell me to go jump into a lakeNext morn I 
knocked on the door there, her mother answeredI asked for my poem back 
from the garbage can, she got it and gave it to me! I have it still with dried 
food stains on the last stanza.
I keep it to remind me that too late is a damn terrible place to ever be!!! This 
is the first time I have  ever shared it with anybody since she never even read 
it
I hope you may like it , for it shows that young fools
 suffer tooAnd often rightly so...


Poem Details | by Katrina Keller-Cole |
Categories: love hurts, relationship, sorrow, time,

Yesterday

Yesterday

Yesterday I forgot the shade of your eyes
I struggled to remember your touch
Today I forgot the sound of your voice 
Each day I don't miss you so much
In the end you only brought me sorrow
I wonder what I won't remember tomorrow


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: deep, devotion, love, memory, sad, sorrow,

Remembered In Thy Full Bloom A Collaboration By, Robert Lindley, Teppo Gren and Michael P Clarke

Thou art remembered in thy full bloom,
a rose grown within my garden of life.
Thou art lost to me and this my doom,
Gone the tender love of my precious wife.

Ill wind had blown, poisoned arrows of fate,
love lost, ever I cry, we reunite.
Tho', should such be only at Heaven's gate,
illuminated, in true love's precious flight.

Thine effect so lives in my lonesome cast
as I meander in my ruthless path,
in darkened dust of my ill-fated past,
dying to break free from this endless wrath.

Yet memories sighs they recall our love,
when we did caress love's fiery desires.
In wondrous passions our hearts flew above,
Thou art memories ghost, kindling love's fires.

Pray I, your dream-winds soft and fair tonight,
eager heart leaps to melt in beauty's glows.
With yellow-moon kisses, all could be right,
our love's truth, written in destiny's scrolls.

As lonely spirits found love's true accord,
thy gentle soul caressed my heart with joy.
It was thy gracious beauty I adored,
for endless days thy soft caress enjoy.

Thou comest beloved, love for to bring,
thy wondrous beauty, darkness doth dispel.
In divinity thy heart it doth sing,
one moment of joy my heart did foretell.

Within each heart's spirit, desire to come
pray future treasures that announce their glow.
Thy touch, paradise in love's kingdom,
may we with grace, beg our romance to grow.

The light of life returned from dust to dust
be it not my destiny to abide,
and side with mortal ways in life unjust,
with a forlorn dream to be by my side.

Now back to the terror of my dark night,
once more into the pits of hell I fall.
Despair and sorrow darken God's bright light,
Deaths promised joys shall come, I hear death call.

Pray true, warmth and true color to the rose,
return pure gleam that sent my heart to thee.
Wherein all time, forever thee I chose,
thou art ripest flower, I thy lone bee.

Rejoice in death to treasure thine embrace
as end is nigh, with courage to depart.
A halo uncovers thy beauty's grace
to cast celestial light, and mend my heart.

And now doth come my end, I see death's light,
death doth touch my heart, now eternal love.
My beloved, I see thee shining bright,
I now praise death as I ascend above.

As my life's last shadow so swiftly falls,
pray I, this aching soul hears thy dear voice.
Ancient echoes whisper love words, thy calls,
now dear wife, I fly forth, your love my choice.

In heaven‘s garden thy rose blooms in trine,
as love’s eternal bond in sacred love
is cast beyond the faith of God’s design,
and prayers of truth are whispered up above

Notes:

This poem was written to try and find the sadness of a man lost in deep despairHis only escape are those small moments when his memories sigh his beloved to himHe is ready to welcome death so he can be with and hold his beloved againDeath will be a release.

It has been an honor and a great pleasure to collaborate with two excellent poets and fine gentlemen who write with the kind of depth of emotion which I love about poetryThank you Mike and Robert, for this collaboration and for all the support you have given me in Poetry Soup – you guys are true friends.


Poem Details | by robin davis |
Categories: love, relationship, sorrow,

Not Built Strong Enough

Erector sets and wooden blocks
Dominoes and house of cards
Built way up to be knocked down
Scattered all across the ground
Model cars and airplane kits
Making sure each piece will fit
Snapped together without glue
Just to fall apart on you
Puzzles without all the pieces
Will not work and it decreases
The fun and joy of finishing
A picture without it's full scene
All these things can fall apart
Or not be finished from the start
Like a love without the trust
Which is a necessary must
So it doesn't break and tremble
And you have to reassemble
Two hearts with a solid glue
So it doesn't fall on you
From a height that is too high
To complete---you let it die
From a lack of love and care
Broken too much for repair


Poem Details | by michael tor |
Categories: joy, love, sad, satire, sorrow,

You Wont Steal My Joy

  The Las Vegas shootings were Horrific
The people running as the rapid fire was 
sounding off in the background!
  The wild fires in California, fifteen people
 dead, and it is not controlled yet!
   Hurricanes Maria, Irma, Jose, southern 
coast is devastated, Puerto Rico is in need
of help!
   Pizza Gate Pedophile rings in America!
   Players kneeling and disrespecting our flag
 for which Men and Women have sacrificed
 their lives for.

                   Enough is Enough!


      You will Not Steal My Joy, I reach for the remote
 and turn off the "Joy Stealer" the TV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Michael Tor  Inspired by Andrea Dietrich


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, conflict, desire, lost love, pain, relationship, sorrow,

Save Me, That I May Rise Again To Stand

Save Me, That I May Rise Again To Stand

Where it that good-morrow brought thee again
save my broken soul from love-lust in sin!
Heal my heart, stop my nights of great sorrows
offer thy hand, promise of tomorrows.

Thinking back to love-nights we never slept
agony, I fell and viciously wept.
O' my love, allow me one more soft kiss
grant mercy, giveth this saddest soul bliss.

Remember vows, we swore to never break
in this dear Hope my life, I gladly stake.
My daily prayer, sends pleas for thy hand
Save me, that I may rise again to stand.

Where it that good-morrow brought thee again
save my broken soul from love-lust in sin!

R.JLindley
NOV.17TH 1975

Note- This poem was written while in a fallen state of despair
from a lost love, and broken soul laid bare.
A youth that raced to drown sorrows, only to find more and deeper misery in the drowning.


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

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 240
Total # Words: 186

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 Robert Lindley |
Categories: break up, conflict, depression, farewell, lost love, moving on, sorrow,

Morn's Coffee Will Taste Of My Tears

Morn's Coffee Will Taste Of My Tears

If you have left me say it plain
some deep cut hearts can't stand the strain.
If dawn shines and you are not here
morn's coffee will taste of my tears.

I'll not beg you back, not my style
I will deeply mourn little while.
Strap on my boots, in dark world go
embrace sorrows I've come to know.

If you ask forgive, try again
I will say no and say amen
Let your past forever be gone
I'll chew my cud and live alone.

When we both die, again we meet.
I will pray not your soul to greet.

Robert JLindley, 8-05-2018
Sonnet, (Love Once Broken)

Syllables Per Line:  8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8  
Total # Syllables:  112  
Total # Words:  100


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: anxiety, love, solitude, sorrow, tree,

WEEPING WILLOW



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Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: death, dedication, deep, destiny, loss, lost love, sorrow,

Youth, Life, Love And Its Most Precious All

Youth, Life, Love And Its Most Precious All

When young, life was full of joy and great thrills
I recall that was how happiness feels,
a new toy a trip to the nearby park
birds singing, magical flight of a stark.
Ice cream served on a sweltering hot day
out of classroom watching a new school play,
Majestic day fishing, feet in the pond
our favorite movies, we were so fond!

Growing up, tremendous change had to come
too oft heartache became the rule of thumb,
Love gave its kiss and even sorrow too
in its realm, sweetest of desserts were new.
With such beauty and deep satisfaction
sometimes came the opposite reaction
truest of our sweet love, was denied-rejected
in pain hurt, we felt our soul was neglected!

In living through life, its good* and its bad
if wise, we could find depth of what we had,
love and sorrow are both needed to grow
happiness found, oft sorrow comes in tow.
Treasures great and small are in youthful past
best we embrace it and not run too fast
Through it all family, love matters most
without that, time was no more than burnt toast!

Robert JLindley, 7-10-2018



Poet's Note: On July 10th, 1978, a most beautiful and very precious soul that I loved so very true and deeply died in a car crashHer death almost completely destroyed me and this is the first time I have ever mustered up the courage to write a poem about itShe was its " good *", - its greatest beauty* at that time in my life, its most - precious all*....
For 40 long years, I could not find the courage to sit to write this tribute to the memory of her sweet and kind soul.
I have now found such, because "family and love matters most", and I am now truly blessed with such a God given gift....


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, best friend, cancer, courage, cry, dad, daughter, death, dedication, emotions, eulogy, family, farewell, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, first love, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, heaven, hero, i love you, identity, inspirational, june, life, loss, lost, lost love, love, memory, mentor, miss you, missing you, mom, pain, parents, remember, sad, sad love, sister, slam, sorrow, soulmate, strength, tribute, urdu,

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Poem Details | by John Paluszek |
Categories: adventure, animal, art, beauty, childhood, confusion, courage, dark, death, depression, faith, freedom, friendship, god, goodbye, growing up, hate, heaven, hope, jesus, journey, loss, lost, love, memory, metaphor, natural disasters, nature, philosophy, places, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, romantic, sad, sorrow, spiritual, time, visionary, war, memory, memory,

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark


Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: betrayal, grief, loss, passion, relationship, sad love, sorrow,

Blistered

This is my first Petrarchan sonnet...

Grey days of loss and loneliness are here
Sad nights as long as shadows in the deep
No joy, no hope, no gentleness, no sleep
No ray of light predicted to appear
Just disappointment, emptiness and fear
And sacred dreams discarded in a heap
By some abyss of faith too wide to leap
In ruins lies the love we held so dear

Wise folk will say there will be love again
That suns come up, and suns go down, and yet
All I perceive is darkness, drear and grim
All I can feel is searing hurt and pain
My heart, my fingers, too burnt to forget
All blistered, from the flame I hold for him

by Gail



Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: life, lost love, sorrow, suicide,

NO ESCAPE

SONNET – NO ESCAPE

The freedom of life’s end without escape,
no place to elude the pain of despair.
So close was the notion of a black cape,
darkness to cover existence unfair.
The pain of love far more than life itself,
to bear in hapless sorrow of regret.
Lost in the false sense of my darkest self
tainted minds morbid reflection‘s beset.
Dejected self with mindless thoughts adrift;
no lease of life to feel the next morrow.
I was chosen to live by nature‘s gift
and find freedom from the fear of sorrow.
Restrained by realities painful wrath,
a search begins to find life’s righteous path.


T.J Grén


Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: age, angel, animal, bereavement, best friend, blessing, care, caregiving, character, death, dedication, devotion, dog, emotions, farewell, feelings, friend, friendship, grave, heaven, husband, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost love, miracle, moving on, mystery, old, pets, prayer, religious, sorrow, soulmate, spiritual, sweet, together, tribute, wife,

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after he sniffed the last one planted, 
He turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled“I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears 
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too His name was Pal.”


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, allegory, analogy, anger, angst, blue, change, character, conflict, confusion, corruption, courage, cry, dark, depression, desire, emo, emotions, fear, first love, growth, hate, heartbroken, introspection, life, lonely, longing, loss, love, lust, miss you, missing, missing you, senses, sorrow, wisdom, world,

It Can't Be Real

A truth in rage of insult furrows my mind
For it is only an offense given to me by myself
In the mouths of others far innocent than I
I feel the tears trickle down my cheeks
For I have surfaced into an ugly mistake
I am always inadequate in this brain
I try to shine like the advice of grace given
But confidence rarely rears its head my way
There’s a sort of shade blocking its way
A shade that darkens everyday

That very shade led me to believe my feelings are wrong
That I will never belong so long as they are not controlled
I must be careful—for the lines of love and lust run cold
I hate myself truly this night
And no one but myself will give me the right
The very right to degrade my every being
Because you are not seeing what I am seeing

There is no point
My lines run cold
Can I be so bold as to say
I still love with a pang of indistinguishable doubt 
All feelings enter in
As my truth blurs and checks out

Your words pierce me so deep
I cannot describe the pain I feel
God it hurts so bad
It can’t be real

Much like the love I have come to embrace
The very love that links to your face
Tears don’t give it justice

It can’t be real
Much like the love I will never face


Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: art, beauty, lost love, love, nostalgia, sorrow,

I Wish I was Wrong

I wished as a child upon a star
For Christmas to never be very far

Then I wished for a lovers kiss
I dreamed that love would never fall amiss

I wish at times I was not so smart
Wisdom brings disappointment after dark

I wish at times I was not always right
Happiness you see, is about letting love take flight
			
I truly wish one day to be wrong
So that you girl, will cry for me and sing me my song