anxiety, dark, emotions, fate, grief, pain, sorrow,
by Robert Lindley |
Hope, A Little Remained
She walked the creaking floors of the rat-infested room,
trying to remember what tragedy had sent her to this shabby place.
Her heart felt the desperate pains, that lost love sends in aching waves,
praying her sleeping infant does not wake and cry out from its feverish thirst.
He paced the cold cell, languishing in deep misery, heart shattered,
each step an eternity echoing curses, a testament to his broken pride.
Although thousands of miles apart, he felt her loss, never-ending sorrows,
dawn would come, priest would take his last confession, yet Hope remained.
For Silent One's, eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late.
by Leo Larry Amadore |
angst, childhood, death, depression, family, father, hope, introspection, life, loss, nostalgia,
Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death
by Tim Smith |
bereavement, loss, love,
Walking aimlessly through the woods
Searching for that spot we once stood
Pouring out my heart and my tears
Reliving memories of those special years
Red and orange and purple from green
Rich autumn colors, a sight to be seen
The winds of change quickly blowing in
With it a new chapter will soon begin
Not ready to give up, I can't let go
Where am I headed, where will I blow
Lost without you, what am I to do
Darling, my heart is still beating for you
by Heather Ober |
They flutter and hover
And float on the breeze.
They shiver and shimmer
And weaken the knees.
Fickle and fragile,
They tickle and tease.
Fleeting and flimsy,
These frivolous creatures,
These knots of desire.
Once spindles of yearning,
Now spools of barbed wire.
Once pulling like petals,
Now pricking like briar.
Once soothing like honey,
Now burning like fire.
It struggles to rise.
The truth comes up gasping
From whirlpools of lies.
Shed this charade
And discard your disguise.
I know you enjoy
Drowning blind butterflies.
by craig cornish |
The curtains on a somber evening fell
as weeping angels hush and pull me near;
assurances of love they softly tell,
to calm a soul who lost a love so dear.
Like ribbons on a memory I reach
to tie them all together in a bow,
now wrapped in every prayer that I beseech
and warmed within the heaven's lovely glow.
But, why are Cherished stolen from our midst
before we have a chance to say goodbye -
regrets for one last time we could have kissed
or even one last time we could have cried.
Yet, still through angel tears that damp the dawn,
I can't accept the thought that you are gone...
by Linda Alice Fowler |
cry, day, love, moon, morning, night, sun,
to a blazing sun,
The moon, jealous of her love,
cried for the night’s loss.
missed the soft caress,
that beckoned her to waken
and taste their sweetness.
by Le'Rita Clark |
black african american, death, life, loss, love, sad, teen, girl, girl,
One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the movies. The
boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them
that night. The girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talk. She told him that her
feelings had changed & that it was time to move on.
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he
slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.
At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same street. He swerved
right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl survived. Remembering the note, she
pulled it out & read it.
"Without your love, I would die."
by James Fraser |
daughter, death, depression, father, girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, husband, life, loss, lost love, mother, sad, wife
What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them
They just can't outrun
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
by Yoni Dvorkis |
lost love, lovelove,
Love is an authority.
It dictates choice and consequence
and joins together all the wayward lamenters
who grieve at their loss of purity.
Love is an actuality.
It breathes new life into masochists
who wished to die a thousand times over
and prey upon the weak and fragile.
When you let love in at first, it may seem out of place,
like a foreign object lodged in your chest, a parasite
feeding on the brains of its host, thriving in darkness,
blood-letting leeches drain this swollen heart...
But love does not enforce kindness; only offers a gentle reminder
for anyone who's forgotten how great it feels
to give for the sake of giving
and not be afraid of his own shadow.
by Charlie Smith |
I taste an emptiness of love
and weep from pain, in loss befall.
Hope flees in fields of light above
when time casts me its eternal pall.
As darkness dims the flame of life
with words of love left never said,
Could one escape this misty strife?
Does peace live only with the dead?
I marched to anthems meant for kings
and bled for cause, as told I must.
What voices now with courage ring,
as I lie face down in the dust?
While glory waits as cities burn,
who'll chant for me if I return?
by Doris Culverhouse |
confusion, lost love,
He misconstrued my intention of friendship
Forver sealing our fate to be acquaintances
Married to others with a nagging sense of loss
Keeping our mates at bay away from true intimacy
by Rickie Elpusan |
loss, love, nostalgia, sad, time,
carved on a willow
our love growing out of reach
by CayCay Jennings |
best friend, family, feelings, heartbroken, loss, love, strength,
I wish that I could bear all pains for you,
but then some doors in your heart
would never be opened.
March 22, 2019
by Jess Opperman |
death, dedication, grief, loss, love, miss you, sorrow, wife,
If I could will my heart to stop
and breathe a final breath
I'd sit beneath an old oak tree
and trade my life for death
The pain in life of losing you
is more than I can bear
how can a man be happy when
his better half's not there
Life's meaning's gone when I lost you
no purpose can I find
for you were but the reason i
loved life and cherished time
I cannot will my heart to stop
I'm waiting for the sign
from God to show His mercy to
unite us one more time
by Lindsay Laurie |
Sometimes I think
I wish my heart was made of stone.
That I never loved
and the world would just leave me alone,
because it seems,
when one passes on, the other frets,
so the closer I am, the harder it gets.
The longer I live
the more heartbreak shatters my mind,
but life goes on,
and time hands me further love to find.
So the memory
stifles the pain, but in no way forgets,
for the closer I am, the harder it gets.
I feel so alone
in a crowd that just cannot understand,
for they cannot see
the linking, which continues hand in hand ...
When all walk away
it is I crying, and filled with regrets,
when the closer I am, the harder it gets.
by Judy Bonin |
fantasy, imagination, loss
Hardened solid is the clay
That shapes the way I am today
I dream escape from endless grief
Restoring child-like belief
Experience has made me cold
Stolen who I was before
Left behind half of a whole
Changed the essence of my core
I wish to dance in brilliant light
Cleanse my soul with gentle rain
Slumber sound in dark of night
At dawn awaken without pain
Soar up high in skies above
Gaze down upon meadows green
To once again believe in love
To have faith in things unseen
Memories that formed the clay
Although impossible to do
Will them all to melt away
And live the bliss that I once knew
by Gary Radice |
loss, love, strength,
there’s a silence somewhere that listens and hears
that feels all our pain through the gift of our tears
that helps us to see in that dark which we hide
by shining a light - lit by love - deep inside.
by John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo |
angst, loss, sad
Close the door and never
Love is a gamble.
Inwhich we all roll the dice.
Many dreams are broken under
a moonlit sky.
Yet no word hold the pain
I rememeber it so very well.
Nights wrapped in passion.
As silent promises as lovers
Tressure thoose thoughts
And buty them deep..
take my heart.
For its forever yours to keep.
Still night memeories show so very clear.
They torture thoose thoughts.
that tell me your no longer here.
the brige now burnt stands as a memorial
underneath a starlit sky.
I find solace in the pain.
as all i hear is goodbye.
by Edward Ebbs |
i miss you, loss, love,
When in this life I felt down
You were the one that was around
Maybe it was the way you held my hand
I knew in my heart you would understand
I miss the way we used to sit and talk
The times we didn't look at the clock
The way you walked in those tight jeans
Made me want to pull my skin and scream
I remember trembling at your touch
I love and loved you so very much
I am lost inside now you're gone
Baby you are still my life's song
When I look to the night sky I tear
I miss you and wish you were here
Edward J Ebbs - 05/18/14
by Kelly Deschler |
absence, death, devotion, grave, loss, miss you, spiritual,
I think about you, every single day,
Since from me, you were taken away,
Your absence has left my world cold,
Now I am alone, with no hand to hold.
I wish that I could bring you home,
So that your soul, shall need not roam,
I hope that you were given white wings,
To fly amongst, where the angel sings.
Within my heart, your eternal breath,
Shall now linger on, even after death,
My love for you shall never cease,
So, may you always rest in peace.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
Gautami Phookan's contest - The Poet III
For Gail Angel Doyle's contest - "Eternal Breath"
by Laura Breidenthal |
absence, allegory, beautiful, blue, creation, dark, inspirational, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, love, miss you, rose, sad love,
Winds may howl,
Wild animals growl,
The forest grows cold,
For I am lonesome and old
As the sun peaks through the clouds,
I hear your soft, young voice so loud!
And though you speak dead man's lines,
You speak them with majesty divine
As I am wrapped in my woe,
I only want you to know...
...that roses die black and violets lose blue,
But I will never die
And you know I love you!
by orphani ..........o |
do not forget among the loss of flowers
beneath your death of snow
do not forget that bird of sun
the trees gave down there bending branches
to light the grass where love made little flowers
do not forget my love
the lights most fragile gift the sky
bowed low to give a blushing praise
to the joyful dance of star and moon
do not forget the nesting hope of spring
the freed sparrow of your fingers
the silence more deep then words
remember me in the summerless field
the slender moment bereft of rain
before life and you became
by Michael Degenhardt |
death, hope, inspirational, loss, love,
I wept upon the news deployed
For now within, exists a void
My heart has stopped, it’s turned about
For life with love is now without
Now cast away, the physical form
I await the fate, to be reborn
To one day greet you there, again
The Gates of Heaven then let us in
Hand in hand, we move ahead
As souls permit, though bodies’ dead
A smile to you I then will give
For past our deaths, I know we’ll live
by White Wolf |
art, flower, love, romantic,
For these moments in time that I'm with you
At a loss for words to try and explain
I know in my heart that you feel it too
For you make my whole world appear so sane
We give to each other a warmth so true
You are my flower and I am your dawn
For I am the grass and you are the dew
Whenever I'm with you I feel reborn
How do I express what you mean to me
Shall I start with a song with melody
Shall I paint a picture with imagery
Please tell me dear for I need you to see
There is no way to make you realize
Just trust me, dear, just look into my eyes
by Ngoc Nguyen |
age, innocence, longing, loss, love, lust, youth,
I mourn for the death of my erstwhile youth,
a time of innocence and naive bliss
which hid from me life's dark, unpleasant truth,
but for ever holds all the joys I miss;
a time of manly beauty, brawn, and thews,
as of a Greek god in his peerless prime,
like Heracles of fabled strength, sinews,
and might that's of renown from mythic time.
But, O Desire!...how do I most long for
your renewal of my now lovelorn life
for me with the fair virgins of folklore,
whose maidenhead only can soothe my strife!
Now in the fall of my increasing years,
I have lost youth—and love—as old age nears.