I would like to spill,
What is harbored in my soul.
I would like to say,
Things that no one really knows.
I’d apologize to you,
In a measurement beyond the stars.
For not being there with you,
Has left my soul this scar.
I’m reminded of the heartache,
From that dreadful day.
Of an ordinary time,
When God took you away.
I would’ve quickly taken,
The fate that you have faced.
Than to see your children suffer,
Savoring sorrows aftertaste.
If I had straps on my shoulders,
Attached to an antique plow.
You’d see deep ruts in the earth,
From the weight I carry now.
I’m harvesting my burdens,
In my open fields of pain.
In the drought of happiness,
Awaiting a smiling rain.
I’ve cultivated memories,
From the 3 years you’ve been gone.
Laying on glistening blades of grass,
That I cried on sorrow’s lawn.
I reminisce on the tears,
That only my heart knows.
Waiting for bouquets of smiles,
From the seeds I just now sowed.
I’m sorry you faced such madness,
Without me along your side.
And things could have been better,
Perhaps you would have survived.
I’m sorry I didn’t call you,
To distract your vivid mind.
But I replay those what if’s,
All the freakin’ time.
No one knows my heartache,
Of not biding my goodbye.
These are things I’ve harbored,
Way down, deep inside.
It feels like you’d still be here,
If I’d used my earthly power.
I’m sorry for not distracting you,
From your darkest hour.
This is a poem I had to write,
To regain my inner control.
And release my encumbers,
To unburden my soul.
You will always be my best friend,
A notion I’ll never condone.
You know I’ll await your answer,
When God calls me home.
For Christie and Sharon's
"I'm Sorry" Contest
Many voices from the past,
Always echoing in my head,
How long can it last,
I thought you were dead.
You always tell me what to do,
So I don't make a mistake,
Somehow you always knew,
How many I could make.
Because once I hurt you,
And you'll never let me forget,
But what can I do,
You're not quite dead yet.
Why won't you leave me alone,
Will you never forgive me,
I wish I could atone,
Please, just let me be.
The hollow echo of your voice,
Will linger on forever,
You've given me no choice,
It'll never stop, ever.
The sound of you used to make me smile,
But now it tortures me,
I will always be in denial,
So an end I'll never see.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
Giorgio V.'s contest - "Impress Me 2" - themes-gothic/spiritual
He walked down to the sea, lonely and bored
then dips his hand in the warm ocean brine.
Forty years she was the one he adored,
so he kneels to pray for her, one more time.
He spells out her name in the smooth beach sand
then he watches a wave wash it away.
Whispers "Goodbye" just as he starts to stand
he wishes there was more that he could say.
A gentle rumble as breaks a small wave
he can smell her perfume as on the breeze.
He has not the strength to visit her grave
self-pity and pain is all that he sees.
Watches seagulls as they swarm a shrimp boat
as it makes a turn back toward the bay.
Hollow and empty he feels without hope
and wishes a wave would wash it away.
Your tears were just too heavy
I could not catch them all,
I'm sorry that I missed so many
and had to let them fall.
I was powerless to help you,
by your side I could but stand,
a silent witness to your fears;
and I could only hold your hand.
Although I tried to save you,
into darkness you still tumbled;
with only me to watch you
as to your knees you stumbled.
I could not chase your demons,
your pain not take from you,
I just had to stand by guarding
and pray you made it through.
It hurt to see you battle,
your fears were just so many,
I'm sorry if I failed you;
your tears were just too heavy.
This was inspired by a couple of great pieces that I've read recently. No plagiarism intended :)
Words spoken in silence,
[When language does not suffice]
Like a look or a tear, although concise
Can echo a lifetime in your ear,
Much louder than those you can hear.
Oh mum I’m so sorry I have to send this to you
You never wanted me to go, but I am not one of the few
Oh mum, remember when you kissed away my pain
I wish you could do that once more - yes again.
I’m so sorry mum on the day we did part
I remember your bravery even though I’d broken your heart.
The noise and the wet here and the terrible smell
I never believed your teachings of hell…
But I now know there is hell on earth
I’m here for a while for what it is worth
Remember when I had a stick for a gun
We played at war as children, it was such great fun.
I wanted to be a hero or soldier at best
A hero with a gun, and bullet proof chest…
You soothed and cajoled but I never did change
Oh mum how I wish this wasn’t so strange…
Remember when you wiped away my secret tears
I was angry you saw back then I had fears.
The rain is mingling mum, with tears running now
If only you could wipe them from me, someway, somehow.
The stench is overpowering the noise is intense
The bombs all around, dead men hung on razor-wire fence.
The death and destruction is all around
I’m floating and falling my thoughts do abound.
Oh mum, I wish I had listened to you
The glory I thought would be mine - and yours too
Be proud of me mum but I feel so helpless and small
I am not sure now- but I think I will fall.
I love you mum and I remember it well
The storms after dad died but you managed so well
You did a good job that’s what I like to think
You saw me through boyhood, manhood and drink.
I am here mum, I signed up I know I left you that day
I thought it would be fun like when I used to play
Here is death and destruction, and I don’t want you to read this
But I must say good-bye mum, your love I do miss.
The kisses you gave, you never did falter.
You watched over me, and I think I did alter...
I came to this war a man, I never realised the boy was still there mum
Today mum my last; I am your frightened little son.
My fears are now that without me, will you cope?
Without me mum - there is no false hope
I love you so much more everyday
But it’s time to say goodbye and I feel today is that day….
I wrote this after doing my family tree and found one of my great Uncles, the only one of thirteen siblings signed up and went to WWW1, not needing to do this as they were farmers. He died in the last week in France
I apologize to you my dear Miss Wattle
For stepping on your Limerick toes
Got caught up in the fun, couldn't help myself
A great way to get rid of your woes
They've been around for a donkey's age
How long is that, do you know
Probably much longer than a week or two
To write one Miss Wattle will show
The first, second, and fifth lines rhyme
Like Tim, swim, and him
Third and fourth lines rhyme with each other
So whatcha you waiting for... BEGIN!
© Jack Ellison 2013
A tear fell today,
The first one in a while.
I had made a promise
To only think of us a smile.
I'd say I'm sorry,
And I won't do it again,
But I'm sure I'd be lying,
Because when I think I can't, I can.
I can still cry a little
And miss our happiness,
Especially on days or in moments
That are even close to this.
Every night I dream
Of when we'll be happy together
And every day I wake
To the reality that you want her.
You tell me everyday it's temporary.
You swear that it's all for the best,
But it hurts because I swear you're lying.
I think you are just like the rest.
I thought you were better than that.
Sometimes, I think I still do,
But then a day like today comes up.
Story of my life. It's nothing new.
You'd think I'd be used to it.
I'd adjust to ruining my own happiness,
But I honestly don't think I could ever.
I don't want to get used to this.
Ashamed to learn Justin Bieber is Canadian
Sure doesn't represent THIS Canuck
A total embarrassment to this country of ours
Dragging us all through the muck
A total loser in every sense of the word
His disgusting exploits are renowned
Wonder what our dear Celine thinks of him
Our image, he's quickly tearing down
A disgraceful display of obnoxious behaviour
Unbecoming of this beautiful land
I'm begging you please, ignore this creature
Dismiss this jerk out of hand
There's very few things that provoke me enough
To stand on my soapbox and yell
Guess you've realized I'm incensed to the max
This kid is heading straight for hell
© Jack Ellison 2013
How often and how loud
words wanted to burst out,
and let everyone know with my tender blink...
what I felt all along, but never had showed it!
Here's my chance to unafraidly talk,
let's chat while we take a long walk;
would a sincere heart hold back its love in deeper, quiter sound,
when everything it has done...was sweet, lovely and profound?
Adored friend, listen to these sad regrets
locked in enduring silence...once so doubtful and unwise;
help me reveal them, and how glad these eyes
would be, if you could catch them in your caring hands.
Forgive me for not having been honest,
and hidden these precious words behind this timid chest;
you must have felt that need for utterance,
and anxiously waited for that moment with kindly patience.
And finally, I've found that courage to openly say them,
" Love shouldn't be held back, but be truly free to express itself;
I have repressed all the beautiful feelings for a foolish fear,
now, be certain that they will delight you in wonderful ways, dear!"
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci