Introduction: Our real problem is, "Will we ever be able to learn who our true,
real self really is?" Being true to and with ourselves is that thing which is the
most important in the makeup of our whole mental mind as well as balance.
The suicide death of Robin Williams and a comment about living behind a
mask made by an Isle of Man beauty have served as the inspiration for writing
Our True, Real Self
It may change time to time and is in constant flight,
And of the fact, we should never, ever lose sight
That God is true and for us His huge help is here;
Believe in and always know He is close ad near.
Many times God, myself, I so often will ask:
" Why am I wearing and behind a mental mask?"
Trying to hide true self and me that You made,
Who often loved so simply to sit in the shade.
My life is over and done which was much fun;
I am a memory for my fans who won't forget me
And free at last in heaven, a far better place to be;
Where again someday, you can laugh along with me.
James Thomas Horn
173 Shadowood Court SE
Bolivia, NC 28422
Email address: email@example.com
www.poetrysoup.com Poem of the Day
for August 16, 2014
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014
I stood on a hill and screamed for peace...
Lost in the noise were friends that teased...
A mask that hides what's wrong and right...
Too many stones thrown that blinded my sight...
Wolves that prowled with a sheeps face and a devils soul...
Crept slowly in the dark where the truth was never told...
My cape is wrinkled and torn and bloodied from the day...
A battle well fought where being right lost its way...
Then left with a heart with blood still there to drain...
No need to ask the question, I'd do it all over again...
I don't write stories, I don't write make believe... I write what's in Me.... Michael
Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012
My shallow waters have failed to hide
the deeper agony pulsating inside.
I could forgive your lies but not forget.
Do you have remorse, do you feel regret?
Feelings were buried in a shallow grave
as we failed to mend the love God gave.
You failed to speak and I failed to listen,
Fingers are pale where golden bands once glistened.
Broken hearts called to each other refusing to bend.
Not so long ago, I called you my best friend.
Now, I'm left to grieve my failed marriage.
The love we shared, your words disparaged.
I could forgive your lies but not forget.
Where is your remorse or display of regret?
I can no longer burden myself with this shame.
Standing tall, I have given my sorrow a name.
I struggled to save our once happy home,
but you chipped it away when you decided to roam.
So goodbye I shout to you and to failure!
Moving forward, your love is no longer my cure.
My life is becoming a new adventure,
and memories of your face are becoming a blur.
Yes, I could have forgiven your lies, tried to forget,
if your heart felt remorse or just a little regret.
* a work of fiction
For Nailed or Failed Contest (Black Eyed Susan)
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
Inspired by the song "Last Kiss" by Pearl Jam
You had just gotten your first car, a 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air,
We were only seventeen years old and neither had a care,
You came over after school and asked me to go for a drive,
We longed for freedom of the road, we never felt so alive.
Always the gentleman, as you opened the powder blue door,
But, after tonight you would be doing this for me no more,
I remember how the moonlight shined off of the chrome,
When you picked me up and I would never return home.
I cannot ever stop thinking about and replaying our past,
I still remember your soft kiss, and it would be our last,
Because, this tender embrace would never happen again,
There was no way that either of us could've known it then.
The impact was so sudden that I felt almost no pain,
As the car swerved out of control into the other lane,
It all happened so fast, there was no time to scream,
Now my existence is a nightmare, just some bad dream.
My body grew cold fast, but I could still feel the heat,
Of the warm blood dripping down onto the leather seat,
I lay there silently, nearly lifeless, held against your shoulder,
It was then I realized that I would not be growing older.
The radio faded away as I closed my eyes for the last time,
What happened to me was an accident, and not a crime,
I will wait for you on this spot, by the very same tree,
Where most people don't notice, but some of them see.
It's an anniversary, it will be 58 years around midnight,
The misting rain and lingering fog will keep me from sight,
As the headlights go flying by, shining from modern cars,
I'm hoping one of them will be you to take me to the stars.
When I do leave this world, side by side we will stand,
And this bad dream will finally be over as you take my hand,
I am waiting to go to heaven, only you can bring me there,
In your brand new, powder blue 1957 Chevrolet Bel-Air.
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015
It's the changing of the season
You should of told me.
I've worn out all my welcomes.
So I don't love you anymore.
I won't be knocking on your door.
Yes, you say you won't forget me.
I see it's the rainbow moon out tonight.
Though the summer days drifted off site.
You might forget me towards morning light.
For I shall have already forgotten you.
I've watched you many times come and go.
Through the shadows of the crystal moon.
I trace the memory of your face in my dreams.
I stare at the picture of you on the nightstand.
Feel the coldness of you come over me.
As the mystical lovers moon shines outside my window.
10/07/ 2013 12midnight
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2013
Holding you inside one fragile beautiful flower blossoming dream
Sweet you are my love painting words breathtaking within all wishes
Silvery streak of moonlight shimmering a star
only now I read between the lines trailing thoughts
How can you ask someone to stop loving without care
an impossible task even for the hardest of hearts
If I were the last person on this planet sunshine through clouds
that's how it draws to me you're asking me not to love you
Misery likes company cuts deeper than a knife wounds beauty
never was the answer to love in our friendships face
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015
One Toy Soldier
Little toy soldiers are all put away
Training is over for this time of day.
Where do these little boys go now to play?
Away from their home to die in the fray.
Little toy weapons are no longer there
But boxed in attics by mothers with care--
Where keepsakes still hold a lock of his hair--
While rockets and missles challenge his fare.
Little toy bad guys and little toy good
Haze in the distance when misunderstood.
Where fall the lilies on long crates of wood
And each gave their all--as good soldiers should...
Little toy soldiers are coming back home...
Mothers are weeping, laments all alone
Where flags lie folded--the gift of Shalom...
As the long box is lowered...'neath the loam
One little toy soldier is placed on the top
Remembering All--so that None be Forgot.
Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012
Sad Sammy starfish, all alone on the beach
Wishes for a soulmate, but no one is in reach
He looks around, raises his hands into the air
Is there a lonely starfish somewhere out there
He looks around and espies upon a rock
A stunning pink starfish wearing a frock
She is oh so beautiful he can only stare
Has he found that special someone there
He sidles over to her and soon catches her eye
Will she be his playmate; he looks up to the sky
Sammy wants hold her hand and ask her for a date
But which hand would he hold for this starfish has eight!
They head off for a walk together along the golden sand
You can see them strolling hand in hand in hand in hand
Submitted to Story Poem Contest by Carol Eastman
26th April 2015
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
On a slope graced with green
White marble stands in proud salute
For beneath these engraved pillars of memory
Lie the resting places of heroes
A solitary green fir looks down
As if sheltering the lost and the taken
So many names, from all walks of life
A father, brother a girlfriend or wife
On a sunny day, they glow radiant like their lives
On a dull day, they stand out against the greys
For the living, life goes on
Tomorrow is another day
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
I stare in the mirror, my tears fall in vain
Can’t see my reflection through the veil of this pain.
Who is this person I struggle to see?
I don’t want to judge her but it’s surely not me.
This stranger I cast looks so tired and weak,
I wish I could help her but I’m frightened to speak.
Cause it’s dark and lonely in this shell where I’m bound
Where once there was laughter, is now void of sound.
and the beauty I knew in just yesterday’s time,
seems gone in an an instant with life’s rythym and rhyme…..
Then GOD he spoke child…What do you mean?
You’re more beautiful than anything that I’ve ever seen!
The reflection you cast it don’t matter to me,
What matters is that you can see what I see.
That your spirit is filled with a breath that is true.
And a beauty so deep that this world can’t undo.
I know that your journey seems to heavy to bear.
But I’ve given you family that love and who care.
So hold on tight through the dips and the turns,
For the ones who believe are the precious who learns.
And wether your journey is to stay here or go,
Please know I love you so much more than you know.
I wish I could tell you the beauty that awaits…
But you will know only, when you see heavens gates.
Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo | Year Posted 2012
We went to the zoo that fine summers day
Seeing many an animal in captivity play
From all over the world, five continents all
Where many are thriving, and many will fall
I find it ironic when we view and we stare
For outside we slaughter, in their dens and their lairs
The above line tells me that the zoos are the place
To save her gems whilst us humans lose face
As her marvels diminish, we praise these acres of land
And salute those who cared and drew up their plans
For the zoos they created are their dreamed thoughts ahead
Without these few acres, many species would be dead
So next time you visit, either a zoo or a park
Look beyond their boundaries, as you stand in the Ark
Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010
For the piles of promises that were broken
And the avalanche of lies that were spoken
I have got to go, you know I've got to go
I have got to leave the lock of your arms
And escape from the spell of your charms
I have got to go, you know I've got to go
What we had was sweet while it lasted
But now it looks like our time was wasted
I have got to go, you know I've got to go
Copyright © John Pen | Year Posted 2014
Perched high atop a secluded tor
Lies the ancient Castle of Paramour
A romantic location hidden from sight
For a rendezvous at the dead of night
Where two lovers meet for a secret tryst
Their passions rise like the morning mist
But no one must discover that they ever meet
For both are married, so they must be discrete
They are unaware there is a heavy price to pay
Once over the threshold… forever they must stay
Trapped in the castle for the rest of their life
Their infidelity brings them eternal strife
Perched high atop a secluded tor
Lies the ancient Castle of Paramore
Beware of the risk should you enter the door.
Contest Castle on a Hill Sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
Plunging, lifting, plunging -as wind blew ashes all around -
the shovels' blades incised the cold and black encrusted ground.
Attached to shovel handles were the arms of skeletons - of men,
who pausing, hacked and wheezed; then bent and smote the dirt again.
With bruised decrepit bodies - and coerced - they struggled on
beneath a sky from which the sun for them had long withdrawn.
And seeping into nostrils came that too familiar stench
when shrieking had died out, and still - they toiled at the trench.
Perhaps they dreamed of tunnels; that the cracks within the earth
inflicted by their shovels formed a path to their rebirth.
What horror in the knowing there were no more tears to cry
or that their bodies - shoeless - might, in graves they’d dug, soon lie.
For the "Your Favourite Old Poem #3" Contest of Shadow Hamilton
Written around 5/7/2010
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
Wandering past the boundaries of his small reservation,
Crescent Moon saw the land of his ancestors’ generation.
Tales handed down spoke of vast plains where buffalo used to roam,
but plains had become cities, animals had found a new home.
Most of the creatures had been captured, tagged and placed into zoos;
Anger coursed through Crescent Moon’s veins as tears from his eyes did ooze.
Tribal leaders had told him that the sky was once a bright blue,
but now smog was so thick that only faint rays of sun pierced through.
Seeing mountains in the distance, he pursued a vision quest
taking him through streets that were once the great forests of the West.
Snowy peaks he finally reached, but they were lined by ski resorts.
Fire burned in him, knowing beauty had been sacrificed for sports.
As he climbed over peaks to view a river flowing below,
he saw only tainted waters that caused his anger to grow.
Sadly, slowly, he made his way back to the reservation,
knowing there was no way to reverse what the white man had done.
Although others had adjusted to life in captivity,
he’d no longer participate in tribal festivity.
Instead he made his home in a cave behind a waterfall,
to envision his land as it once was, not a shopping mall.
*Entry for Francine’s “A Nature Tale” contest.
By Carolyn Devonshire, September 30, 2011
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
A woman shattered the night, with her agonizing scream
Sacrificing her might has dawned realization of a dream.
She has given me a wonderful heir, to bear my name
And left her sweet memories, for the spirits not wane.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
Tearing time into a token
broken words of wisdom spoken
on a cinder closely cleaving
burning on as you are leaving
brush me off your sleeve like powder
must I scream a little louder?
Can't you hear me ,can't you feel me?
ribbons black as you unreel me.
all the visions in my head
of everything you did and said
now you laugh and say goodbye..............
don't turn around to watch me die.
(for a friend)
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
I'd rather be the moonlight and stare at the sea all day,
then come morning, by the sunlight, like a shadow be chased away.
I would rather be the sunlight and dance all day on the sea,
then come morning, by the dawn's light, as a shadow be made to flee.
Than to break a vow I make to you, my love - to spurn uncertainty.
As everything in life is transient, dear, there is no permanency.
And someday, love, I know we'll well see, that this is all too true,
the old fades to the shapeless past, as will my love for you.
Copyright © Paul Allen | Year Posted 2015
The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this life
Respect of my community and loving wife
Sometimes in life the land yields plenty
The blessings throughout the day are many
As I watch the sunrise to the east
It gives my soul a spiritual feast
For all my friends everywhere
To my Lord a silent prayer
To the north her majesty appears
For all to see beautiful and clear
Forever snowcapped and standing tall
Lady Shasta watches over all
To the south another blessing to see
The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery
It was the Lord that gave them their birth
The shortest mountain range on earth
The coastal mountains to the west
Offers the sun a place to rest
Followed shortly for all to see
The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be
Then comes a moment that is hard
As I head my "Cat" off to the yard
My final ride of this year
My face accepts a single tear
My heart becomes full of sorrow
I inject myself with poison tomorrow
Thats the price that a junkie must pay
Years after he has changed his way
The reason is very clear to see
I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C
I can't stop the fear from flooding in
What will it be like to hold a rig again
Through all the loss and all the gain
I reckon that moment will bring me pain
But through the pain I'm able to see
God has his angels covering me
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2007
I'm sorry that I'm always sad,
That I do things to make you mad.
I'm sorry that I've lost my hope,
I'm sorry for the ways I cope.
I'm sorry that I bring you down,
I'm sorry that I make you frown.
I swear to God that you must believe,
I love you more than you can see.
I'm sorry that my heart is dying,
I swear to you that I've been trying.
I'm sorry that I cannot see,
much future left in front of me.
I'm sorry that I'm so depressed,
I realy know that I'm a mess.
Writing this note's made me see,
Just how much hurt I've made you grieve.
I'm so disgusted with myself,
I'm so damn bad for your good health.
I know that It's hard to admit,
I've made this such a long hard trip.
I feel like I have ruined your heart,
Like I have torn you all apart.
I have a question for you dear,
And, yes, your answere I do fear.
You said that you missed her big picture,
When you saw, you changed your fixture.
For your sake, love, please look at mine,
Before your heart's put on the line.
I'm sorry that I'm so impatient,
I'm just afraid life's not worth waiting.
I really don't want you to leave,
I want for us to both believe.
I want to once again find hope,
But it will be hard on my own.
But then again if I'm too much,
I don't want to kill all your love.
Copyright © Chelsea Stufleben | Year Posted 2011
A tragic end
They meet as friends
With love that cannot be
You, duty bound
I dare not say
Just what you mean to me
These souls do yearn
These hearts do ache
With love no one can see
For quiet hearts
They hide away
This pain and treachery
So on lives love
In a quiet tomb
It waits with hopeful glee
To hear you say
I'm free my love
Come away with me
So till that day
I'll wait my love
On yon balcony
Copyright © Katrina Keller-Cole | Year Posted 2013
I'm sorry for the ways I fight,
I'm sorry that I dim your light.
I'm sorry I'm so negative,
That I am so competative.
I'm sorry that I'm so outrageous,
I'm sorry my hurt's so contagious.
I don't want to see your heart eache,
Cuz when I do my heart it breaks.
I'm sorry that I'm not so strong,
But you inspire my hearts song.
I'm not alone cuz now I see,
Your light that's shining just for me.
I'm sorry that I'm up and down,
But, Dear, You win the patience crown.
My love for you's so strong, please see,
A fire burns for you in in me.
I know that It's hard to believe,
But God will help us, just you see.
Copyright © Chelsea Stufleben | Year Posted 2011
There is that barn again
The red peeling paint shouts
Old worn gray tired it says
Memories running track
Back in the fourties when
Youth did reign rule really
When the paint was new red
Dancing and prancing here
Singing joy fiddle plays
Squares were formed to music
Kicked up her heels in time
Red paint new drew her beaus
Well now that tired worn look
Only need new coat_paint
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
Mother and son
After forty years
A new life
They have begun
They were apart
For so many years
It was impossible
To count and keep track
Of all the tears
It all started
When he was six years old
There were no schools for his kind
They were told
They searched and searched
And finally found
A place that would accept him
But it was far away
In another town
The sad day finally arrived
His father was ill and could not drive
His brother drove the car
His mother and sister
Traveled along with the small lad
To the new place afar
What they had to do
A pleasant thought to think
Out of this cup
They did not have to drink
They realized the time
Was drawing near
They would leave this precious child
In the hands of strangers
Which, he would no doubt fear
This would not only be a school
To train his fragile mind
But would also be his home
For an indefinite period of time
They finally reached their destination
They entered the new world
With great anxiety
And heart felt anticipation
The thought occurred to them
To turn and run
But they realized
They must finish
What they had begun
After the questions were answered
After all the papers were signed
It was time for them to go
And leave the little one behind
They turned to walk away
With tears running down each ones face
As the child screamed
‘mommy don’t leave me in this place!”
Not a word was spoken
On their way home
Each was dealing with this
On their own
He stayed at that home
Until he was eight
Then he moved closer to his mom and dad
Which was great
At the age of ten
His dad passed away
That left his mom alone
To make sure he was taken care of
And that he would be okay
He moved one more time
To a state facility
This would be the last
The next will be
A home in the community
This would be his family
Which he really never had
To share his good times
Along with the bad
Words cannot express the guilt
His mother must have felt
Because her child she had not kept
She did the best that she could do
And no one – but no one
Judges her wrong or untrue
Everyone knew she loved him
With all her heart
And cursed the day they had to part
He is older now and so is she
It is now time for her
To be placed in a state facility
She feels it is payback time
For sending him away
In this awful place
She will have to stay
Her mind is sharp
Her will is strong
She will not give up
Until he is gone
She prays the day will come
When they can be together
And she can make up for the wrong
She feels she has done
I am that sister
That made the long trip
That dreadful day
I now take care of these two precious people
And found them a better place to stay
The day is finally here
Forty years later
Mother and son
Are again together
She has survived death
Many times in the past
Living for this moment
Reunited at last
She wants to make up for all
The time they were apart
And become the mother
She feels she never was
And make a new start
They are now living together
In a place of their own
With assistance from others
They finally have a new home
They are living each moment
As if life has just begun
Finally reunited after forty years
Mother and son
So much laughter and so many tears
So much has happened in the last 10 years
Just seems that time has flown by
And now it is time for the
Reunion in the sky
Daddy went home to be with jesus
Almost 47 years ago
Then sonny then mama and then last
Was betty jo
No more suffering and no more pain
Gordon will be with jesus
And….see mama and daddy again
With open arms and joyous hearts
Betty and sonny will be there too
To welcome gordon home
With his mind and body ‘all new’
Gordon, you gave us much joy and happiness
While you were hear on earth
Now you can enjoy life abundant
And receive your rewards
For all you’re worth
Let our hearts not be sad
For you leaving us
But be happy for you
For you are now perfect
And….best of all
You are with jesus
Let us live our lives the best we can
We will someday see jesus too
….and gordon again
In life we loved you
In death we grieve
We will see you again
This, we truly believe
Thank you gordon
For all the lives you touched
God bless you…and reward you much
Bd july 1997
Ad july 2008
Copyright © charlene solitario | Year Posted 2016
Pulling back my broken heart
Before you can finish tearing it apart
Now I am finally beginning to see
That you never meant to love me
Desire for me is not nearly enough
Why should leaving you be so tough
Your sweet ways and masculine charms
Won’t keep me happy in your arms
Love is needed, love is required
Without love, my heart grows tired
Of waiting for you to say to me
I love you as you love me
What will I do to slowly end
This love affair with my dear friend
Our weekends together will happen less
My phone calls will be less frequent, I guess
No longer will you hear from me
How deep my love for you can be
Fewer kisses and cuddles and late nights
You say you’re not ready, I guess that’s right
My goodbye will be so very slow
I will be gone before you even know
That we could have had it all, my dear
If falling for me wasn’t your biggest fear
Copyright © Anita Lovelace | Year Posted 2005
We are all children from the Heavenly garden...
Regardless of the weeping that sometimes does us pardon...
Crying in the vine when a favourite toy disappears...
Where sometimes there is no sign of life through these mirrors...
Standing in the rain...we cry and weep...
Sometimes praying for that Eternal sleep...
Trying with a heavy heart that has since come apart...
With a weight upon one's soul, that has lost complete control...
Crowning the face of each choice when truths do appear...
Finding direction, changing routes not yet visible or perfectly clear...
All of our paths crossed for genuine reasons I do believe...
fate we sit in the shadows lost....wishing to perceive...
Every last soul's wish that we could change what we cannot arrange...
All the pain that does drip down as rain...
We'll let the drops fall, whether large or quite small...
Until love sets us free once again....
A co written piece by Christian McNeil and Liam Mc Daid
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
I stole the surges of the ocean and the glory of the wave,
the roiling seas as recompense for what you never gave.
And I thought that I might see you at the dock or by the bay,
and I thought that you might love me, but my words washed you away.
17 June 2016
Copyright © James Fross | Year Posted 2016
Disappointment was never as lovely as she
Hope caught in my heart fighting delicately
She's always the dream that never fades upon waking
The cause and the comfort for all of my shaking
I like to glance over then turn carelessly
Just to see if it makes her come over to me
Her smile is infectious and wipes away fear
If it fades then I show her that I'm always near
Sometimes we are split by self-built barricades
So I break through our silence of awkward blockades
And no matter how often old times we recall
We'll forever laugh and the false walls will fall
They all think I'm crazy my truth to repress
Do anything for her and never confess
Yet silently love I continue to show her
It's enough just to feel that I'm getting to know her
But despite my devotion and adoration
There still remains space for one complication
The spark in my eyes grows colder and dim
When I am reminded she's happy with him
Surely love wants the best for the person it's for?
Not selfishly trying their joy to ignore
But however hard jealousy my heart will dent
If my darling is happy, then I am content.
Copyright © Sarah Jones | Year Posted 2007
You say you want me to be free,
but really you just don't want me.
Now i'm drowning in my pain,
standing in the pouring rain.
How this fell apart is such a shame.
You made this in to some game.
You were just in it because you had some thing to gain.
Your lies are driving me insane.
Copyright © Travisti Ripley | Year Posted 2010
Pushed aside, location of home obscured, limited by isolation:
drifting aimlessly - subscribing to a voluntary incarceration.
Outcast by an alternative perspective, a differing sense of direction,
through a desire to develop resolutions to numerable imperfections.
Others recede into bad habits - shirking from every challenge,
placing emphasis on ignoring responsibilities; yet expecting a life that’s lavish.
So it’s hardly surprising when their dreams fall by the wayside,
having taken the easy road too often, they’re fighting against a landslide
to recuperate what was lost, or rather thrown away by being lax and care-free,
they’ve imposed upon themselves a limit, as to what they can achieve.
Armed with the powerful weapon of fore-sight, I clawed myself out of the rut,
but it’s little consolation for having to watch my friends get stuck.
Trying to avoid a patronising tone, I conceal myself into anonymity -
uninspired by foolish games, approaching every overture with timidity.
Wanting to tell them to change, to realise their mistakes,
but sometimes things are hardest to see when they stare you in the face.
It’s their life to live, and do so how they wish -
I just pray they realise: there’s more to it then “getting pissed”.
Copyright © Lee Price | Year Posted 2007