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Long poem by Darian Rehder | Details |

Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?

Copyright © Darian Rehder | Year Posted 2013


Long poem by Rupert Pearson | Details |

Lets Talk about Love

Lets talk about love

Love is meant to be an opportunity
To share a place in time,
And an open heart for a person, 
That God has designed, just for you.
Love is to be our now,
Our everlasting and our happily forever after.
Love is to be the juxtaposition of two,
Moving through a life as the embodiment of one.
Love is to be a place,
That you are never unsure of,
And your hearts most intimate prayer.

Love is offering your breath
So that who holds your heart can breathe.
Love is when that someone
Brings the best in you, out of you.
Love is a wanting and needing,
To be better than you ever were, or could be
For love demands no less.
Love is living with a fire in your belly,
That is fueled by knowing who you pledged yourself to.
 Love is synchronized heart beats, rhythmic breathing
And love is a complete thought, of two independent views.

Love is a strong, never weak or timid.
Love is a smile that means everything
To that person who safe guards your heart
And nothing, to anyone else.
Love is a story of a blissful journey,
In and out of the conduits of time.
Where that person, your person is as beautiful as the first day.

Love is rescuing a lonely heart
And a promise to have and to hold till time is no more.
Love to exist within and beyond the memories of a lifetime.
It is being committed beyond the challenges,
Making whole beyond any and all pain.
And love is the dance that you never want to end. 

What has happened?
What has love become?
Love today is not as it was created,
It has become an amalgamation of gray areas
Buffered by few sunny days, but much more dark nights.
L-O-V-E a four-letter word
Which now stands for very little and demonstrates even less.

Love is rewritten to mean a collection of vengeful thoughts,
Baby mama and baby daddy drama,
Meddling voices adding poison to the mix,
Who then run for cover after the damage is done? 
Claiming to have washed their hands, 
Cause them nah get in big people business.
Love is today ungrateful, cruel, secretive and oppressive; 
It holds grudges and is unforgiving.
Love is about what ‘s convenient,
A means to an end,
A stepladder to fulfilling a master plan. 

Haven’t you seen the play…
The actors present nicely in public,
The performance is a collection of rehearsed scenes,
Where the emotional spears that tore each other’s flesh from bones
Are put away during the intermission,
And the veil of lovingness is presented,
But don’t dear peek behind the veil,
For a stranger might see the reality that has been so cleverly hidden.
Love now is a listing of what was,
What could have been? 
What it use to be like.
True love, God meaning love,
Is now a fairytale passed down from a long since dead generation.

Love is sleeping with an enemy
You surrendered your single life to,
A person who you willingly said I Do to,
Thinking they will keep you focused, slow you down
Be by your side; help you conquer the world,
And be the foundation on which,
The very best version of you always wins. 
Maybe this is just a view from a past dream,
That love has become a life now,
That only death offers an escape from. 

In the beginning there was Love and it was GOOD.  
Love is a design of a majestic entity,
Who took the time to form and shape us is His image,
He us gave a world, He gave us our very existence and He has sustained us ever since.
All that He has done and is doing is Love.

All that we do and are doing
Is hawking up the bile in the pit of our stomachs
And spitting in the face of God himself.
At the institution of Love, He so carefully crafted.
He gave us a guidebook, His word
On how to love each other, On how to treat each other,
But we choose instead to say, I know better than you God
And I will do it my way…..so how is love today working out?

Copyright © Rupert Pearson | Year Posted 2013


Long poem by Ndaba Sibanda | Details |

Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…

Copyright © Ndaba Sibanda | Year Posted 2012


Long poem by J. W. Earnings | Details |

Hello -Feels Good-

Hello Feels Good 
written by David William Breidenthal (D.W.Breidenthal)

AN UNFINISHED SONG..... needs tons of editing!! 
Enjoy despite my lack of organization in this particular poem!

Hello, it's nice to see you again...
Greetings from my heart...promise me you won't break it apart
Hello, I'd love to bring you in...
We meet eye to eye....and I won't lie - it feels good to know you won't depart
From my arms.....
Until the end of time...
Until the world stops spinning 
Round and round...

(*Chorus* It feels good to know that someone cares 
It feels good to know you still abide in His light
It feels good to knowthat you take away my frightening nightmares
It feels good to know that your connected to my spirit like a halo
It feels bad to say goodbye...when I mean to say hello...
Never thought we were trapped in callous night...

Hello...I never had the heart to say goodbye....
'Cause you know...I can't handle feelin blue
Hello...I'd like to know how many times I've let you down...
I let you go one more time...let your soul ascend in the heartfelt sky.... )

When is it time to say hello? Is there a time to say goodbye?
Could yoou let me know will your heart be released from depression?
Is there a reason to say goodbye? Why do I envy you as you fly so high?
How can I feel relief when it's time to say farewell to our mission? 
I watch you grow so old...your legend shimmering like precious gold

*chorus* It feels good........etc. 
*bridge* Don't forget me...you were my heart's melody
Don't fly too far away from me
Unlock me from my misery...and treasure me like gold
You astonish me with your enchanting touch
Don't rush this moment, dear - 
you're the fire that keeps me warm
Is it the right time to say goodbye
When I want to say hello to this feeling of belonging...
Hello...x3 you keep me waiting for so long
you keep me waiting...I keep longing
for your ability to take wing
Can't help,but say hello
There's no need to say goodbye
You give me a natural high...I won't deny...

I won't lie
We've been going our seperate ways
Don't say goodbye
I haven't seen you in days...haven't seen you in a while...
But, I must learn to live with or without you...
When you leave my side, I'm the victim of fear 

*chorus*
*bridge*
You keep me safe from the predator
You nourish my soul...You're my dreamcatcher...
you're my stormy weather
You thrill my eyesight...like no other...
Why do I feel the need to say hello
When I'm forced to say goodbye forever?
Why do I feel as if you somehow know
What I'm talking about? Am I still sick from the love fever?

There's more to life than what meets the eye, dear friend
I feel you crawling in my heart...
There's a time to keep your head above the surface...who will mend
Our entwined hearts? Who will erase our fears 
That set us apart?
*chorus*

Without you, I'm nothing but a dim light
Without you, I'm meaningless...I'd 
miss our cherished delight
Life doesn't overflow with beauty and insight
Without you, I'm left with challenges that bite
Without you, I get rather depressed...I always crave your love night after night

What if hello was dead?
Would it put goodbye in its death bed?
What if hello embraced us with dread?
Would goodbye be a cure instead?

Copyright © J. W. Earnings | Year Posted 2013


Long poem by Alex Duffy | Details |

truth or truth

I trust none; walk my path alone, too many snakes in the grass
Fake friends who covered their face with a mask
I no longer allow these fakes in my path
You all have a place in my past

I’ll decide who’s worthy of my time before staying
I just can’t be around yall
Sometimes I think being smart is going to be my downfall
Because I actually have to listen and tolerate all the dumb things you’re saying

While some live in a fairytale, I prefer to be realistic and deal with this awful world
I treat normal girls like models, and models like normal girls
I treat everyone equally regardless of looks or income
Yeah I could act desperate for your love girl, but thanks to lonely guys it’s already been done

I’m tired of these girls who are like “OMG I’m pretty so you should do everything for me”
“You should spoil me, worship me and sing to me”
Then she undressed and said soon as you see me naked you will cling to me
You should have saw the look on her face, when I rejected her when she stripped to her G-string for me

Let me get away from all of these immature, shallow, over-dramatic females
Been through so much heartbreak, don’t make me go into details
We can only start to move on and love ourselves
By learning from where we fail

My bed is filled with mistakes, and stupid life choices, but I still lie in I and feel comfortable
I’m strong enough to admit I’m vulnerable
There’s nothing wrong with being dysfunctional
Depression tells me I suck, voices in my head tell me I’m wonderful

My alter-ego’s ego is bigger than mine
One thing I’ve learned, is a fake smile is quicker to design
Than it is, to explain the whole truth of what’s going on in your brain
But I’m so honest, because I can’t remember a time before pain

I have a crush on her and wish we get together
Tell her to wear nothing so I can see her scars, and kiss them all better
Always been a caretaker, wound healer and scar kisser
Never been one to brag about size, my ego’s big but my hearts bigger

But females don’t like guys who treat them right
They’ll ignore good guys and chase a guy who puts them own knowing they’ll never be his wife
But these dumb girls won’t stop me being able to sleep at night
I’ll be with a girl who appreciates me and makes it a worthwhile experience of me not being able to sleep at night

I love waking up to a girl wearing my shirt
You will never heal by being with people not caring you’re hurt
I’ve been through bad and I’m always preparing for worse
Allowing people to push you around is you declaring your worth

I’d rather deal with things head on and manipulate the situation
Because you can’t always situate the manipulation
People’s motives are always apparent to me when we meet because I’ve seen it all
People usually do things for themselves, so very few acts of kindness are actually meaningful

People will spread rumours but won’t produce the proof
I put everything on display who should I hide?
I’m stripping down, what you dress up why would I disguise?
Forget dares, this was a choice between truth or truth 

Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Lea Hela | Details |

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Copyright © Lea Hela | Year Posted 2013


Long poem by Victoria Anderson-Throop | Details |

ELEGY TO LOST CHILD

                                        Elegy to Child Lost


                                 Passion's love oft tempts despair
                                 Casts a prideful cosmic dare--
                                 Like Prizing Joy's most intimate caress
                                 Babe snug beneath a mother's breast

                                Senses at this time are keen
                                There's no secret kept between
                                Loving mother, wriggling babe--
                                Wanted , dreamed of, much delayed
                                But entwined twin was also loved--
                                Some say Nature's method proves
                                That one twin may give all to mate---
                                But this fatal sacrifice must decimate.

                                Only mother's eyes would feel babe's smiles--
                                or sense those legs that wandered miles
                                And daring feet that danced in tunes while
                                Arms swam in gentle Celtic croons.

                                When babe vanished--not  a sound.
                                Mother 's grief was not allowed.
                                Tempted so to trail behind
                                Escaping shattered troubled mind. 

                                Squelching sorrow's hungry arms
                                She Tried erase babe's fluttering charms
                                Never spoke of-- never mourned.
                                By her husband she was warned
                                Was best forget a child so early lost--
                                Funerals, gravestones--such a cost--

                                But the years have called babe near,
                                Mother's journal writ in tears:
                                'Please forgive my selfish heart.
                                Repressed from all --this tragic part
                                I felt your sacrificial act--
                                You left your cherished twin intact'.

                                There is no law of random acts
                                Doctors examine data facts
                                It may be --that in the womb
                                When both spring flowers cannot bloom
                                One bold twin refrains to eat
                                Compels the other to complete
                                Hardy growth that life requires---
                                Sparks survival's crucial hours.

                                Not an accident 'tis sure--
                                Boldest spirits blossom pure.


Victoria Anderson-Throop ©

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2012


Long poem by Shanity Rain | Details |

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013


Long poem by Heather Angel | Details |

Nine months

It's been nine months since I left you it wasn't easy at all you was such a big part of my life for on and off 14 years i trusted and believed in you that you would keep me safe happy and many other things! Thought you wouldn't ever hurt me lie,cheat,steal any of that! I told you my deepest darkest fears,secrets, asked you to never take advantage of me or my family/ friends. Knowing everything I had been through and all I felt that your the only thing I could turn to and have on my side. Never asked for much!! Myself being lost,lonely,scared,angry,confused all the above. You guided me in as if I was one of your own! Our relationship became stronger we was together at all times our bond was unbreakable the love was stronger than anything I ever had or felt! Every time I put you inside my veins I felt unbelievable amazing all my worries and problems disappeared the feeling of being loved unconditionally it was insane! We became as if we were soul mates like a married couple incredibly in love!! Until you got me right where you wanted me couldn't live without you or even be without you if I was I felt like I was dieing to where I begged for God to take my life because you betrayed me and lied,used, physically and mentally and emotionally abused, lost many friends and family due to you had me lieing cheating stealing and other things that I would have never done in my life. Attempting suicide a few times just so I could end the pain and suffering from being an herion addict needle junkie that I truly hated more than anything in this world. I was alone scared many things nobody to turn to it was either move out of that town or end up in jail/prison and I most definitely didn't want that. I left town without even looking back remind you I had myself totally convinced that I couldn't live without herion/the devil!! Nine months later I'm alive clean and sober getting my life back on track new beginning and away from that town a good 2-3hours away. Only been back there one time and was so nausea and sick to my stomach and nervous) scared because I know what goes on there any so much more. I was there long enough to get the paperwork I needed and that's it no looking back!! But here I am nine months later alive trying to get do whats Best for myself and others if they need my support I will be there to help and support in any way possible. I survived not knowing I could all you have to do is want it more than anything and hope and pray and God heavenly father will be there no matter what. I'm still a working progress but bettering myself and many others!! Have faith never give up.

Copyright © Heather Angel | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by James Long | Details |

God's Goodness

. .. ... ... .. . . . Mercy longs-for a companion- peace faithful holds on keeps hoping, forgiveness sustains, love gently uplifting! Three hearts cry out one for the other; their candles lit each swaying together as they flicker-the-door, opens wide - Grace-generous aware, racing in brings them in their longing; together - Joy delights revels in this, surrenders itself one- for the other - Time honest- boasts of this remains-willing - continues marching. Like brilliant waterfalls do, peregrinating down-cascading themselves about them in their glorious way upon the humble streams as they-go, joyful is the soul trammeled grateful the heart the mind hopeful - its greater desire for freedom moving-it-a- ways-farther-beyond the- staleness of its-same tiered-old- prison - love opening the door - full of God's goodness the crispness of the air its pureness rushing in to greet it - its mundane life renewed as it were now - being made secure. Opened-through-Grace; a song, poetry I feel is-the-ever fervent-cry of-the-greatest-of the indifference's of the heart, mind, brought again to know the-joyous dance-of its tired soul-waltzing away riding gingerly on the feet of the Lord. The one-once-completely blinded trammeled; alone - resting sweetly now, weeping honestly under the refuge-of the humble willow - forevermore opened itself through this - willing; undeniably grateful - the perfect absence of hate in the face of pride, precious beauty, delight, of divinity's illustrious welcome - Hope peace, mercy, forgiveness-love, faith; grace - joy-knowing finally finding their place within; a gift for them - a permanent-home. 3 poems written 1 year ago. I decided to form them individually today here: 10th Dec 2010. Formed as I brought them from another site from their original forms as they are there. Was curious while in the midst of forming; noticed they would as I had formed them fit together. Had no idea they would fit this way together as they have now. Hence the name given for the poem in thank you, for: "God's Goodness", because it is He that was the inspiration, as well the Guide/Mastering of the hands that formed them. Thank you for reading. Their names are as follows as I brought them formed them: A Permanent Home, I'm Feeling Sick Today Let's See What and How Much I Can Bring to the Table, The Longing. I Had no idea I was forming a candle. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yN44tOis9hc&feature=related

Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2010


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