by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
break up, desire, lost love,
I wanted to hear your whisper
Yet I could only hear you shout
Your soul filled with all it's turmoil
Filled my own heart with so much doubt
By holding tightly to our pain
Silence became extremely loud
The softer notes within reason
Couldn't be heard above our proud
Were we lovers of the darkness
Cutting through silence with our knives
Shredding perceived insecurities
In hopes of saving our own lives
Some dances were not meant to be
I heard the anguish in your voice
You took a walk, didn't look back
Loving another was your choice
Then I heard a different whisper
Bubble up, from inside of me
Lessons learned, from a broken heart
Meant freedom from insanity
by Craig Cornish |
Categories:
love hurts,
' When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives'- Lauren Eden
the hopeless frenzy of this wicked hour stares
from broken mirrors
this fractured visage shaken
this worn love, a hardened scab
tempting to be plucked
and promising not to bleed
this time
love is such an impatient
healer
by Albert Ahearn |
Categories:
divorce,
Love once was the focus
of our lives
till marriage became contentious;
two sharp knives
piercing the heart of it,
killing it.
Teamed hardhearted misfits
dualistic
by nature, antipathetic
where love’s the casualty
and we, just another statistic.
by Craig Cornish |
Categories:
love,
(Modern Sonnet)
What is this thing love that makes fools of kings;
that makes a once low and lonely pauper dance,
or the most cheerful heart now cry while singing
- yet ready for another awkward chance.
Is there anything in this mortal life
that thrice bitten, we reach out again
to where angels and demons dance with knives
and where pain seems too common an end.
I think not - I think it is our soul's gold,
a quest that is never, ever ending,
then once in our grasp, to no one sold,
nor value in a heart pretending.
I look upon this love and pray,
that never can I let it slip away.
by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories:
faith, god, prayer,
Oh LORD,
Give me the force to withstand the
Cyclopean waves of human hypocrisy and malice.
Make me strong as to endure the suffering inflicted
By the knives of hatred and inconsideration which
Constantly pierce my heart, so as not to seek revenge
But only affection.
And finally, oh LORD, let your divine love pass
Through my bleeding wounds to heal them in
Such a degree as in the place where insensitive people
Wanted to plant the malevolent seed of vice,
Your glorious tree of virtue, to flourish instead.
Amen!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
17 July 2020
by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
Categories:
lost love, sad
They danced, as the flames licked his skin,
Red-hot branding irons, a mangled wire mesh.
They slowly pressed them in,
To His already flame blistered flesh.
The blackness in the cold wet dungeon,
Was thick that you could touch.
But by his screams and the stench of his flesh,
The blackness did not hinder them that much.
His screams enticed and excited them,
As they encouraged more to the dance.
And those that came afflicted him,
Their knives slicing him at every chance.
Louder were his screams,
Which almost drove him insane.
This is what he felt like,
Broken hearted and rejected by loves pain,
by Rhia Madison Thomer |
Categories:
angst, lost love, sad, teen, pain,
They've taken my knives,
they've taken my pills,
so I look at you
and my pain refills;
they can take the razors
they can take the beer
but as long as you live
I'll have monster and pain adhere.
Let them take what they want
but they can't keep me alive
because, while you hold her
all the damage I do to myself, thrives.
They can take away the glass,
the mirrors from the walls,
but while you are in my memory
I will walk haunted halls.
Let them take what they will,
for no one here can see,
as long as he lives
I'll have something to hurt me.
by Brandon Carter |
Categories:
allusion, america, beauty, girlfriend, love, sexy, voyage,
Written July 22, 2015
Hey Magellan
Land your ships on the shore
See what the natives have in store
Too bad
Nothing left to explore
The world's been found
Over and over
Before
Here the natives don't wield knives and swords
They're armed with computers
You're in their data store
See, they saw you coming
Before you left your shore
Just like I said, Magellan
Nothing left to explore
by Begüm Erden |
Categories:
funny, love, proposal,
The knives and plate were always between us
With your sister, you were hanging out
With those two handsome knives
At all breakfast, lunch and dinner times
But when you were in the dishwasher
The playboy knife cheated on you
On the dessert plates
Tons of times
Please don’t let him to deceive you
I am the one who will always love you
by James Fraser |
Categories:
beauty, future, love, people, places, soulmate, together,
no more hurting, no
too many knives have hit home
scars on the heart weep
past now sleeps, tomorrow lives
my future smiles, she sure does
.
by Ana Jusino |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, best friend, change, character, cry, depression, feelings, hope, i love you, life, poetry, recovery from, sad, sorrow, spoken word, storm, strength, suicide, teen, teenage, writing,
You say you're ugly,
You say you're fat,
You say you hate reality,
but it's not just that.
You say there's nothing good,
you say everyone hates you
you say you can't eat food,
I wish I could help you.
Because in my eyes, you're beautiful.
In my eyes, you are perfect.
In my eyes, you are wonderful.
Please take the time to reflect.
You want to die,
I want you to survive.
You're trying to say goodbye,
but I'm holding onto the knives.
by Demetrios Trifiatis |
Categories:
love, me,
PRAYER II
Oh LORD, give me the force to withstand the
Cyclopean waves of human hypocrisy and malice.
Make me strong as to endure the suffering inflicted
By the knives of hatred and inconsideration
Which
Constantly pierce my heart, so as not to seek revenge
But only to demonstrate affection,
And finally, oh, LORD, let your divine love
Pass through my bleeding wounds and heal them in
Such a degree as,
In a place where insensitive people wished to
Plant the malevolent seed of vice,
Your glorious tree of virtue flourishes instead.
Amen!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
by Kunda Chamatete |
Categories:
break up, heartbreak, lost love,
These are the ashes of what's left of our fire...
What to expect when electricity meets water;
Though our love has sundered, bittersweet polaroids and toffee greeting cards endure.
... When a house is lost to flames, one surviving photo is worth a thousand carats
And so I go with these memories that come ripe again to soul and bone,
A bounteous pension for the things we lost in the fire...
A bed of roses and a chest of knives.
When a bough rustles a ballad but no one to sing to
She soon sheds like tears;
There is nothing anywhere but nakedness and wretch and sure days of barrenness...
No elastic smile, only guttering cheeks.
16/02/18
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
by Makayla Shaw |
Categories:
addiction, anxiety, boyfriend, death, heart, missing, moving on,
Forcing me to linger on
I hated every breath
Like knives forced down my throat
What had I left to live for?
Rejected by my parents
Called a freak by my friends
What motivation is that?
But then I met you
You saved me from death
You made me want to live
You were a silent hero
But you will never know:
I do not only love you
I an forever in your debt
For saving me from myself
by Thong Tran |
Categories:
child, mom, pain,
On that day I first opened my eyes,
The fourth of June, the month you despise.
I saw the tears, your blubbering lies,
your hate-filled speech as you curse the skies.
I was your baby, innocent and pure,
You saw a demon and a need for cure.
So you yell and I plead,
You burn and I bleed.
Am I to blame for your lustless lives?
My birth not flowers, but a bed of knives?
You're in pain, I can see,
But please mom. Don't hurt me.
by Joel Thornton |
Categories:
dedication, drink, words,
"ARSON TO ASH"
By J.R. Thornton
Dealers of deceit
Lead lives of tragic defeat
Bloody knives stick out from concrete
Fooled into trust, tricked to believe
Her weapon is lust. The intent to decieve
Bilegerant drunk. Obnoxious skeeze
Violent and dramatic. King Timothy to please.
A man with connections burning bridges.
Now cannot see the forest from the trees
Or regain pride while on his knees
Leading the pity parade.
While those who loved, now judge and grieve
~END~
(inspired by my best friend and Girlfriend) (don't take offense, still love you guys)
by Sommer Nichols |
Categories:
funnyhomework, , cute,
My sister ate my homework,
Yes, I promise she did.
Her sweet eyes will fool you,
She looks like a cute kid,
But her teeth are sharp as knives,
As her hunger grows,
She wants some tasty geometry,
How she gets it?
No one knows.
It’s there in my bag,
Her eyes are stone,
Staring at my folder,
That homework all alone,
But she will give it a friend,
Maybe invite it for tea,
“I would love to have you for diner.” She’d say,
But she does’t fool me!
So I’m sorry I don’t have my homework today,
My sister’s on an eating streak,
I hope she does’t keep it up,
I might not have homework for the rest of the week.
by Charles Pullen |
Categories:
anxiety, beautiful, dark, pain, passion, stress, symbolism,
It hurts to
But I have to,
I feel it rising,
Like vomit or bile
The feeling of tiny knives,
Forcing it out slowly.
I sit across from you,
trying,
To hold it back.
by Trinity Biles |
Categories:
beauty, dark, death, deep, depression, evil, sin,
The rank smell of Death, Still in the air
Hate evermore has formed my fate.
These tendrils like knives, cut open my heart,
Now I cut Them, and my Demons I ate.
I wipe the face that's no longer mine, yet evil remains.
I will never be saved, for I killed Them, committing unforgivable sin.
They killed me in a way that remains, Oh Their pain tasted sweet,
Like forgiveness and love.
I've tried Them all, and They all tasted sweet.
by Handful Haiku |
Categories:
sad love,
I bared my insides,
you sharpened knives on my ribs;
cutlery, bone honed.
by Mohammed Rakibul Hossain |
Categories:
conflict, creation, culture, dedication, grief, international, war,
Where is the nation which speaks love ,
where are the spirits which kept us above ,
where can we find the solution for grime ,
like a tiny mosquito committing a crime ,
where the air around lives in a coal miners lung - ,
serving all mankind , till the singers sung ,
darkness our future – remains in our fate ,
hard striking sweats – prove together very late .
Love is far found under the graves ,
humanity is flown in the melodious waves ,
lacking all words – but we act very brave .
Sum up the words – saving bloody lives ,
bawl , cheer , and glamour – forging against the knives ,
clutch on the oldie – seeking truth till you dive .
by Sarah Bryant |
Categories:
anger, angst, boyfriend, break up, lost love,
Acidic words
Slice through me
Invisible knives twist inside
Torturing each nerve within
Mouth drained dry
Too shocked to speak
Waves of sadness roll down my cheeks
From eyes once loved by yours
Why so much anger?
I did nothing but give
Your feelings now lost
Another love you have found
To hate me is easier
I understand
But why be so spiteful?
Do I deserve such loathing?
Your misplaced anger
Bellowing insults
I find impossible to ignore
As I grieve for what we once were
You have no chains
You are free to go
Be brave
Find some courage
Admit your deception as I accept defeat
And leave
I am no longer here
by Michael Smith |
Categories:
beauty, butterfly, friendship, life,
Wallflower, why oh why
Into dark corners, do…
You paint yourself shy
Please oh please come back
From becoming the prints on wallpaper
Fading further away to ever black
As a rose hidden well so well
Within the many crowds
Of far off garden dells
Is it the buzz buzzing sound
Of, rumors going…
Swirling about you, round and round
All too often, it’s jealousy’s lies
That push away the beauties inside
And twist the knives of the social butterflies
So please, won’t you come back, again
And show this cruel place
It’s you who shall have that last laugh, my friend
When your blossoms are unfurled
And God’s own creation is revealed
You then, can show the world that love is for real
by Susan Gentry |
Categories:
america, character, heartbreak, poems, prejudice,
To arrogantly use your words for knives
Foolishly repeating all that one hears
Spewing vitriol comments that hurt lives
Displaying high drama and made-up fears
Poems of inspirational prayers are penned
Proclaiming bountiful power of God
Assuring forgiveness for all who've sinned
Appear to border pretentious and odd
Many wrote of caring for yourself first
Want abortions to be medical care
Shame those wanting America put first...
Called self-centered and how could they dare?
Those who should be ashamed go on and on
With rudeness and spite not seeing the tears
Or members with deep country love now gone...
Your disappointed and bewildered peers
by Linda Alice Fowler |
Categories:
emotions, feelings, heart, life, purple,
“When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.”
– Lauren Eden
born to the purple
no one to guide or support
love sought cold comfort
in all that surrounds
pushed aside by family
a need for parental touch
assuaged by those captive outsiders paid to placate
thin pitiful whines
yes, born well to the purple
all desired shackled within tacky satin
ribbons and gilded exchequers with coveted
foul purse strings
serrated hearts, cutting tongues