death, light, stars,
by Danka Sikorska |
Constantly looking for salvation that does not exist.
Living a dream, living a lie.
All alone among a deaf crowd
that suffers from insomnia.
As one of the most famous ghosts once said,
“Find what you love and let it kill you”
The saddest, most painful death.
The sky is getting darker.
Another shooting star has faded.
You know, they do not grand wishes.
They run away from greedy, coldblooded demons
sucking out their minds.
While the majority keeps being blind and silent
Neverland misses your light…
In memory of Robin Williams
by Janis Thompson |
day, hope, love,
Mixture for a brand, new day,
one cup of bended knees to pray.
Two cups of care for one another,
three cups to ensure no one suffers.
A pint of peace for all to know,
a quart of love to grow and grow.
Like rising yeast, each brand, new day
spreads and smothers hate away.
A pinch of pride and pound of hope
A brand, new day of finer scope
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
by Lamech Obare |
Gone are the days,
When I really cared,
I only had you,
My sun rose in you,
My earth evolved,
I never imagined
a day without you,
You were my queen,
My happiness source,
Am worried if how things
I suddenly became a stranger,
My heart bleeds,
My body suffers a syndrome,
by Jeanette Ozee |
childhood, friendship, health, life, sympathy, uplifting, child,
No one knows what to do
But to stare and be rude
When a child of four is old
They just stand there and stare
Without any care
And the child suffers the stranger’s cold
And Life may not seem fair
When a girl has no hair
Like I said, she’s only four
But she takes it in stride
And has nothing to hide
It is the stranger that is poor
So no matter the eyes
That continually spy
Into her daily play
She is the purest gold
For me to hold
And I’ll love her everyday!
by Funom Makama |
heart, heartbreak, life, lost love, love, love hurts,
Submission so complete and fragile like nylon
Love so new, constantly refreshed in the salon
such virtue suffers the kill
creating a devastating skill
for guts to replace passion and fill the gallon.
by Nato Calubiran |
love, sad love, sorrow,
Do remember me
Hope tangled on a string
Love isn't a thing
Like a fallen tree
Branches and twigs wither
The whole body suffers
Love is full of lies
Full of hatred and despise
Bringing people demise
I keep on waiting
For the tree to bear fruit
For the fruit to ripen
I love you so much
My reason for breathing
The reason I'm living
This is my entry for the contest
Pls. leave a comment after reading.
by Yvette Dignos |
dark, death, depression, heartbreak, sad, solitude, suicide,
Born crooked and cradled half-hearted
I was a residue of false hope and demented feelings
Each day suffers my existence
A paralysis to my mother, burden to my stepfather
Seeking attention, looking for love; do I deserve?
I was nice to the touch, a burning torch deep inside
My parents lived a slow death; I was high
Unfulfilled, unwanted and scarred
To my family, I was a broken mold
They were adamant, would I contest?
To my fair share of love
To the pieces I have given and I have never taken back
I am slowly dismembered; now darkness embraces me to see the light
A bottle of intoxication and a few pills to add
To all the ones I loved, will this occasion be joyous or sad?
by Bukang Liwayway |
Mother’s love is great,
For nine months she awaits,
For you to be in this world,
So that she will hug you and to hold,
Many times she suffers,
But love you so much so she conquer,
Whatever she experience,
Always there for you with patience.
Happiness is always in her heart,
You are the most important part,
Caring you is her timeless mission,
Her promise to God is her devotion.
September 7, 2013
Happy Mother's Day Everyday :)
5th Place Winner
For PD's New Poem" Contest
by The Situation |
love suffers long the abuse
and missuse of others
truely it is very kind
love is not envy it need not show
its specialty at anytime
love does not answer rudely
or ask for something in return
it is never provoked
or suspect its own harm
it burns in the sight of unfaithfulness
but would rather know the truth
bearing every pain that life can bring
it doesn't mind being used
love believes lies though in the heart
the truth is known
and love waits patiently
with hopes of a peaceful home
(I Cor. 13; 4-7.)
by Misty Penton-Leccese |
angst, confusion, death, depression, loss, lost love, love
She crys out in pain
No one there to comfort her
She suffers alone
By: Misty Leccese
© June 17, 2009
by Funom Makama |
heartbreak, heartbroken, life, wisdom,
Hard hit on the inside with a devastating impact
Ending a pleasure once enjoyed and cherished
All events in this situation presents with a heavy baggage
Rendering sadness to a degree nature avoids
To meet a turning point in life’s book of experiences.
Breathlessness, the soul suffers from a mourning mind
Ravaging condition from death, failed love or betrayal
On a heart on total submission to the vanquished blessing
Kicks, felt from the torments of good memories
Enslaving in thoughts, imaginations, questions and wishes
None giving an answer as the only way forward is to move on.
by Sara Kendrick |
faith, life, love
Love is like a butterfly,
Gently it touches on lives.
Just a tiny flutter; lifts high.
In awe we stand, watch strive.
Just a glance of kindness see,
Restores a right spirit friend
More like a butterfly be,
As patiently he faces the wind.
Aspects of love through butterfly's
Courageous flight; as suffers
Loveless blooms whose nectar snuffly
But found high and dry though bolsters
The butterfly's example be kind
Gently touch on all mankind.
Contest: Give Me Your Best Shot
Sponsor: John Freeman
by Connie Moore |
The heart is forever inexperienced
Its life lessons never learned
It forever looks for true love
Though so many times burned.
The hurt that it has come upon
Never to see the light of day
Is buried deep inside the walls
Of the beating heart to stay
It is the soul that suffers so
Each time the heart finds love
Giving the soul another task
And pray to heal from up above.
The day will surely come
That heart and soul come together
A glorious day when they agree
Finding True love… at last forever
1. The heart is forever inexperienced.
by Gerald Dillenbeck |
beauty, freedom, love,
Beauty wraps freedom
in love's peaceful justice arms
or suffers ugly.
by Martin Lochner |
Love devours me.
My wife knows.
'He suffers beautifully' she says
This is maybe why she stays.
by Emmanuel Balele |
plunder and loot
bringing shame to our black skin
friends of the man on top
they say our land is his
contrary to the constitution
is he a monarch now!?
justice is blind
for she ignored to wear glasses
now she can't see anything
my generation suffers from ignorance
my black sisters love the white skin
and hate their own.
by Sharon Atkinson |
With her head held low
I can see her pain within
Her broken wings lay shattered
She suffers with your sin
She has tried to help you
And lead you drom temptation
This one last sin
To which there is no redemption
It's not just your soul that has gone
You've taken her's as well
Learn to love again
Believe in yourself and leave your hell.
by jamesp kail |
love, on work and working, tribute,
"Limpid pools of prevarications laid down and to the left.The ayes and nays of what lay between us , belie sweet spoken claims of truth.A Chalice filled with promise is naught but empty if held and turned the same. Once upright empty , still ; as silent as a plea unaswered . The void of need unfilled.To late to slake a Knightly thirst. Lips parched and broken , will never hold that cup upright.While misbegotten fools grasping crudely , face her to the ground. With vulgar jibes and leers they sit and drink their fill of She who suffers the slings and arrows of fools thrown coppers for the Goddess , in Whom they don't believe. James Patrick Kail August 4th 2012"
by Lu Loo |
color, death, life, sorrow,
And the silent lavender fields scatter remnants of love-
I kiss lips once warm hoping to wear a smile that could end a war.
For you are my greatest sorrow; harvesting dreams to flourish loss.
The nightingale breaths silent stars not knowing...I’d never see you again.
Tonight, as age suffers from arthritic hands that can’t embrace,
I seek the abandoned fear I once wore; for I shall wear is once more.
My balmy breath longs for your presence, inside ebony walls of pain.
Home no longer a home but a house full of photographs not yet taken.
Date written: May 8, 2019
by liam mcdaid |
caregiving, courage, forgiveness, god, hope, love, truth,
The truth suffers in the consequence of its betrayal
the afflictions of this present world cannot come unforeseen
Against them all let sound reason do battle
let no imperial threats scare you
do not be grieved at the laughter and mockery of your intimates
nor at the condemnation of those who pretend to care for you
and who put forward, as their most attractive bait to deceive
under a pretence of giving good advice
we all know when our Lord drew upon the sand Mercy spoke
for those of us no longer blind we hope and pray
that our children are gifted with a better future
by Mark Anthony Cotterman |
in that dimly lit haze that brushes
the slippery side of a soul
we hide the silence of words and
the echoes of a soundless heart
that suffers when the garments of bones
becomes frayed beyond the condition of hope
by Betim Muco |
lifefor her, old, for her, old,
When sadness comes to you
Suddenly and unexpectedly
With the face of an old friend or old love
With the face of a dream
That never came true
With the face of repentance or displeasure
In the world or yourself
Don’t ask why she stuck with you
Smile because that way she’ll leave sooner
There are a lot places for her to visit
Be good to her
Maybe she suffers more than you
Your pain belongs only to you
Hers belongs to everyone
Open your heart to her
Open the shutters for her
To sing her song
And when others can hear that song
Be aware that she has left you
To go somewhere else
by Michael Coy |
I need another doe-eyed Doña Lola,
a tungsten-hearted torturer of men.
I crave a further fling at love’s tombola,
to beard the lioness inside her den.
Of course, it always runs into the buffers:
their sex is unremitting, unforgiving:
but he is truly fortunate who suffers:
to be in love again – that’s really living!
She must have bags of charm, and must deploy it.
I want to give my heart, have her destroy it,
or better still, to gouge it from my chest,
for when my love is spurned, I’m at my best.
I get to pout and pose, and blue-eyed-boy it:
and if the truth be told, I quite enjoy it!
by Natasha Wright |
lost, sad, symbolism,
I turned to my love and said:
I am a Mermaid
A Mermaid? My love replied
You are a woman
I am a Mermaid!
OK, I will indulge you
WHY are you a Mermaid?, my love asked
A Mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers more than any woman
I see, replied my love
(And then he put his arms around me)
by Madelin Barton |
deep, desire, feelings,
When Love is no longer present
the heart struggles to endure
for it suffers greatly.......
but when you take a chance
and open yourself to the possibility
of Love again
when it makes itself known
and feel it within the very depths
of your soul....
when it happens to you
You'd do the unimaginable
to cherish and preserve it.....