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There is still beauty

Friends, do not forget: there is still beauty
When the darkness comes and shadows fall,
Music, Art, and nature, gentle comforts
When despair is deep and hope is small.

Friends, do not forget: there is still laughter
When we’ve finished choking down our tears,
When the world seems full of desolation
And we grit our teeth and face our fears.

Friends, do not forget: they have not taken
Kindness, love and friendship from our hearts.
If we can resist the hate and anger,
Maybe we can be where healing starts.

We will rise again tomorrow morning,
Sunshine follows even darkest night.
Think of this when you feel close to breaking
As we walk the long road to the light.

November 2016

Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2016

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Can You Spare A Teardrop

I cried for so long, so many nights,
and now no more tears can drop,
I'm all out, do you have some to spare,
cause you know once I start, I can't stop.

I go on for days with a heavy heart,
no tears fall, though inside I'm crying,
I feel empty, hollow, dark inside,
a soul dead, and still is dying.

Can I fill a bucket from your well,
the sun came out, dried up my rain,
I'll take them carefully, try not to spill,
cause I've got a need to ease the pain.

That feeling of washing away the sorrow,
with trickling tear-water, clear and cool,
soothes the soul, relaxes the ache,
can I dive right into your swimming pool?

I need to pour out your flowing brook,
to keep me crying a river for today,
I want to hold despair in my hands,
please let this melancholy feeling stay.

Out of Water contest
placed 14th

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

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My Torment

A fleeting still small voice tries to warn me
A sudden overwhelming desire to run
The tell tale taste of metallic flakes
Means my nightmare has begun

Everything around takes on a ghostly pallor
A landscape of anguish and corrosion
A moment of silence before the violence
The flash of light, the brilliant explosion

The sound of the Sun fills my ears
Fear, my throat, though none escapes me
And paralyzed I clench my eyes
As my tormentor prepares to rape me

And it's endeavor is absolute
Consumption is its ultimate goal
It exists to chase me so it can erase me
Whilst feasting on my soul

And then that familiar salty smell 
The sudden rush of warmth so stings
Engaging me relentlessly
In vile unspeakable things

Over and over and over again
My limbs stretched and wrought
As it's teeth tear my bones bare
It's mind defiles my thoughts

And still wounds beget wounds beget wounds
As in the mouth of madness I suffer
And with every injury he just seems to be
Rougher and rougher and rougher

Then just as suddenly as it began it ceases
And for a moment I am clearer
And then the true horror of it all
Is revealed in a darkly lit mirror

There in front of me stands my destroyer
Face flush with it's fill of my pain
And I find that it's eyes and mine
My God, they’re one in the same

Copyright © James Burns | Year Posted 2011

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Sadness Is The Sweetest Emotion

"Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought." - Percy Shelley

Do not tell me to smile
while tears run down my cheek,
just because I am melancholy
does not mean I am weak.

I cannot fake happiness
these are real tears I cry,
if they are invisible to you
I really wonder why.

They say look on the bright side
and this only makes me mad,
my emotions are not hidden
I am unafraid to be sad.

You cannot understand it
wished, prayed for it to go,
these sorrows you tried to end
yet, this is all I know.

Tears flow through my veins
not the red blood of life,
this heart sobs, it does not beat
outpouring all my cares and strife.

I am happy in sadness
not in a fake smile,
so, let my tears fall
I want to be sad for awhile.

If you hate sad poetry
than I am not for you,
I will write a "happy" poem
when I am ready to.

September 20th, 2013

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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Life Unpainted - Collaboration with Chris Green

I painted a desert in shades of my past Muted in worry and tears Granules of sand through a cracked hourglass Falling in spite of the fears A range of grey mountains all covered in snow Cold like my feelings inside Bordered the desert where nothing would grow Disguised the volcano I hide Arid reflections of times long before Searing the pain to the bone Lost in a dune now forfeiting the shore Sinking head first and alone Painful and clearly my brush strokes unveiled hidden tears, years of neglect Slowly emerging in painting, detailed, hurt I could never connect Shadows in beige blending in with the scene heated emotions that bleed Tell me, I’m pleading what does this all mean merely an answer I need I painted emotions in shades of my life crafting subconscious relief. Not understanding how my palet knife changed my despair to belief Landscapes of sorrow in off canvas glaze Gather my colors to be Filled with the beauty of soon to come days Waiting unpainted for me *** Augustus 26, 2017 Copyright © Chris Green and Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

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Unrequited Love

Unrequited love is the
forbidden fruit of the heart.
And if you long for its taste
the pain can tear you apart.

What was never meant to be
drains dying dreams of magic.
And like a moth to a flame
the results can be tragic.

Under a veil of false smiles
you try to hold back your tears.
And yet hope’s mired in despair
where it has languished for years.

Loneliness and fear form a
gauntlet of sad emotions.
And you’re constantly crying
enough tears to fill oceans.

You suckle reality
upon the bosom of night.
For fantasies morph into
memories at dawn’s first light.

Sequestered within your heart
love has brought you to your knees.
Yet in the land of pretend 
you get to do what you please.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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His Eyes

How blonde he was! How smooth was his veneer! My poor heart raced whenever he was near. He was a wizard! His blue crystal eyes, if fixed on mine, would surely hypnotize! Did I turn crimson when he gazed on me those first few times before obscurity became my lot? How many months I pined for something sweet I wished with him to find! He’d wanted me! That was no masquerade. Yet later, no attention was I paid. He grew aloof and turned his face away, while not opaque, my heart before him lay. HIS heart was ebony and hard as coal. I had to suture mine because my soul felt close to death. Years passed. . . I chanced to see him, but his eyes, cold glass, sliced right through me. Dedicated to Chris F.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

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Biology Teacher

What do you do all day, I wonder
When you're not teaching me at school
You have no ring on your left finger
And you always cling to that rule(r)

You speak as if we are listening
I admit you seem nice enough
Do you enjoy your current life
Or is it lonely, boring, tough?

Although for science you have such a passion
You look lonely, at least to me
I'm sure you must have a family
But do you have family you often see?

You talk and talk and talk
Do you think that I understand?
(My eyes are getting tired
But still I move my hand)

What do you do at home, I wonder
Do you live all alone?
No wonder you spend so much time here
You have an empty home

Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2013

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Forever Blue

I am forever blue,
Just like the sky,
All the rain that falls on you,
Is how I feel when I cry.

I am deep blue like the sea,
Barely breathing beneath the waves,
How lonely can one be?,
There's nothing left here to save.

This feeling is not once in a blue moon,
It lasts all day and night,
It's as deep as a blue lagoon,
With no end in sight.

The frosty air is so cold,
On this blue December night,
Here is what my future holds,
And I know it isn't right.

My whole life has been so blue,
With so many turns like a river,
The water is so cold now, too,
It makes me really shiver.

My future is so blue,
And this is my only end,
I want to tell you, I love you,
Because you're my only friend.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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The Vietnam War

The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This Buddhist country so religious in belief
Now politically torn apart, impending future grief
In the early 1960's with the CIA in place
Discussing with Vietnam's generals, Diem, assassinated in disgrace

With the Vietcong army, growing from strength to strength
Another communist foothold, going to any lengths
In 1965, with 3500 U.S. Marines in place
By December of that year, 200,000 in many a base

These U.S. Marines, in their defensive mode
Over the coming months, peace would soon erode
With the Tet Offensive upon us, and the "Battle of Hue"
The Americans were now involved, this bloody war now brews

One decision to end this conflict, came in 1969
Nixon sent 18 B-52s, bordering Soviet airspace line
He wanted to show he was capable, to end this bloody war
But as the months and years progressed, the body count would soar

The anti-war movement was gathering strength, also in 1969
But the "Green Beret Affair" started to undermine
A U.S. Army platoon raped and pillaged, the village of My Lai
Where civilians were massacred, and many left to die

In 1970-71, Cambodia incurred wars wrath
Where they and the country Laos, were in the U.S. bombing path
Also in 71, there was the cutting of the Ho Chi Minh trail
But arms and supplies got through, this mission to no avail

Later in the same year, the Anzac's withdrew their soldiers
The U.S. also reduced, many of theirs from Vietnam's borders
In 1973, Nixon declared the suspension of offensive action
The Paris Peace Accords took place, peace with this warring faction

Between the years 73 - 74 under Trà, the Vietcong grew in strength
There was no mass offensive, to lure the Americans to their trench
Gradually they marched to their target, to see their enemies eyes
To their city of Saigon, now over a million humans have died

The average age of the American to die in this bloody war
Was just nineteen years old, never knowing what they were fighting for
So many came home from this horror, leaving themselves behind
Because so many came home different, home with a different mind

Even to this day, many Americans look back and ask
Why their elected Congress, feed them to these tasks
The sad thing about Vietnam, it continues to this present day
Where governments make decisions, asking guns to hear their say

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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The Rider

In a mass grave so long ago,
They spoke to me before they died,
I saw their souls, the outward flow,
All hope buried beneath that tide.

The many starving, sent afar,
With wearied feet and hunger's burn,
Impel them on - my repertoire,
The children that fail to return.

I rose up tall against the shore,
Wood and iron to hold them fast,
Freedom vanished for evermore,
Slavery's journey to the last.

I set you fighting, tribe on tribe,
The dogs of war so fierce to roam,
Ensure no safety to describe,
What has worth if you can't go home?

Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2017

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Under the weight of words

The pedestal has crumbled
I have fallen from great height
Not the perfect kind of friend
I can't seem to get it right

My words have limitations
My actions are misconstrued
Can't give enough assurance
I guess I'm a messed up dude

So now I'm left to wonder
Is there something wrong with me
A friendship without conflict
Is it just a fantasy

Now I sit here and ponder
How did it all go so wrong
Perhaps it was an illusion
All I wanted was to belong

Each, chooses their direction 
One stays and the other goes
Hurt by misunderstandings
As both pain and sadness grows

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2015

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The Reaper's Return

The cockroach crawling inside a satin evil darkness
weeping one clown into silken soft sensual feelings 
blinking starlight beacon awaiting a tense message
every living dream doubts becoming nightmares.

Bleeding trapped within a shadow’s eerie smile while 
grinning through the hurt smiling at the joy cheering
at twisted laughs with needles of pain, lust, passion 
and gasping a victim choking in deep labored breaths.

Choking one heart now taken tragically away from us
With nightshade vision blindly walking in the dark night 
into the realm of the dead and forever gone with sad
ice cold whispers playing aloud and striking so deeply.  

A taste of hell and a fool’s game of serious malediction
while cold whispers compel us ever so against the wind 
as a restless soul is cutting ice frozen in time dreaming 
of things past with hypnotic jewels of a deepest beauty.
When little gestures meant so much to each of us all
lost in space dark matter invades and pervades us all 
as reigning hell-fire burns down the steep mountainside  
and a cold stream held in the ocean becomes one dream. 

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (May 15, 2015)
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Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

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Let's Pretend

Let's say you were mistaken
and I hadn't said a word.
Twas pain brought me to my knee
and the wind you must have heard.

Why can’t you just shrug it off
and admonish me out loud?
Or claim it was just a game
to amuse the passing crowd.

Let's pretend nothing happened
so we can forget this eve.
And once discretely forgot
if you want me to, I'll leave.

But suppose I did propose
and each word came from my heart?
Would it matter that I cried
when you tore my hopes apart?

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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What I Want

I want to hear sweet nothings
give silent feelings a voice.
And I want you to love me
if you’re truly here by choice.

I want us to survive storms
strengthened by our tears and pain.
And I want what we once had
sharing our feelings again.

I want to be completely
intertwined body and soul.
And I want to skip the past
for the future is our goal.

I want memories not dreams
while we find new things to do.
And I want to feel alive
yet most of all, I want you.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Average Age 19

Once again, the powers that must
In rise again in what we trust
An overseas conflict, another war
Just what in the hell are we fighting for

Families are asking, Korea has just passed
Generations again reft, how long will it last
A country in need, to rebuild again
Flags at half mast, in wind and rain strain

Once again into war, sent by the Washington Post
To send back reports to hit home the most
Military observers were the first to be sent in
Another chapter of man entering existing sin

I'm witnessing our ariel power, Lam Son 719
US planners determine their incursion, saying all will be fine
Along the Mekong River, we'll carpet bomb their supply trail
Tons of munitions and napalm, this spread surely cannot fail

Many sorties are being flown, for the wounded and the dead
Whilst Nixon and his cronies, aren't thinking with their heads
The news of losses has reached me, nineteen have been killed
Eleven missing, fifty nine wounded, more American blood spilled

Seven fixed wing aircraft, more sons in action loss
Whilst back at home more protests, fading the dyeing's gloss
To to this job that I do, I was never prepared for this
To witness such bloody scenes, and ignore that life is bliss

How can I write about a soldier, whose name I'll never know
Killed at nineteen years old, his family he'll never see grow
Or even explain to his parents, when carried from the AH-1
His body bullet riddled and limp, when lifted it bloodily run

I never went back to the theatre, called the Vietnam War
Having witnessed the wanton killing, what were we fighting for
This colonial conflict that started, us on the side of France
So many came back as strangers, many to live in trance

James Fraser's entry into the contest " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

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Yesterday's Mistake

Finding forgiveness for foolish fights
my lonely heart overruled my head.
And although I should have known better
I began to believe what you said.

You promised you'd not hurt me again
like you had so many times before.
And you pleaded for just one more chance
to prove true love is forevermore.

You tried to convince me you had changed
swearing that this time your love is real.
Yet as my heart began to take note
many painful wounds refused to heal.

Memories of lies and betrayal
still haunt the outer fringes of hope.
For fright fuels fragmented feelings
and I’m not so sure my heart can cope.

I can forgive, yet I can't forget
for some images cannot be erased.
And whenever silent screams surface
dreams and nightmares become interlaced.

I’m scared of trusting you yet again
it is a difficult choice to make.
For do I move on to tomorrow
or gamble on yesterday's mistake.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Lessons Well Learned

Lessons Well Learned

(from The John Poems)

You taught me what love is
     then took it away.
You became my sunlight
      then banished the day.
You awakened my body
      to love of a man
Then condemned me to live
     without the touch of your hand.
You brought life to my heart
     and opened my soul;
You nourished my mind
     and made me feel whole.

But now thanks to you,
     I've also learned pain.
I know now that loneliness
    Can drive you insane.
I've learned of betrayal,
     loneliness, mistrust---
And I know understand
     the myth that was us.

Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015

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Chicken Little's Sad Demise

(7/5 Trochee Poem)

Chicken  Little, thinking that
sky was soon to fall,
saw a mortuary and
crawled beneath a pall.

He was in a strange dark box
where a dead man lay.
Then before he knew it, they
hauled that box away!

He was moved, but that poor bird
couldn’t get a look,
for they’d closed the wooden lid,
Chicken Little shook.

When the casket got dropped down
in the ground so deep,
Chicken Little, very scared,
still made not one peep!

He was sure the sky fell down
when he heard the dirt
being shoveled over him.
This was gonna hurt!

Nothing happened, but he could
barely take in air.
Am I dying? Little thought:
Is the sky still there?

No more would the animals
hear poor “Little’s” call
warning them of tragedy
if the sky should fall.

Chicken Little never guessed
he was murdered by
that same earth he‘d walked upon, 
and not by the sky!

Moral: Fear can lead you into something far worse than you ever imagined,
so be careful not to fear things greatly!

For the Fable Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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Homeless, I hunker down
next to a garbage bin.
And hail morphs into rats
that gnaw at exposed skin.

Hunger twists my stomach
with a pain hard to bear.
And a putrid smell clings
to the soiled rags I wear. 

Acid tears flow freely
in my cocoon of shame.
And my head is hung low
in self-pity and blame.
The sun abandons me
to the darkness of night.
And leaves me all alone,
a neon sign for a light.

Sleep swears it'll save me
yet often fails to come.
And I'm feeling frightened
venerable and numb.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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A Letter to My Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart that time,
The Great Healer, cannot repair.
Your going has left a hole in my existence
That forever and beyond will not heal,
A hole ever expanding from its own nothingness,
A hole through which all the goodness,
All the kindness of you is slipping through.
You were my sounding board.
Trite ideas offered, came back
Enhanced, brilliant and sparkling.
Borrowing intelligence from you, I grew wiser.
Doors opened before me as I strove to be worthy
Of you, my beloved son.
I go on now as you would have me do,
Searching in Nature for the joy 
You found in its wonders.
Hearing bird songs with your ears,
Relating to others with your empathetic instincts.
Striving, ever striving to be the person
And mother that you believed me to be
And never letting your memory grow dim
For those you loved and for whom you sacrificed.

You came into this world with a wisdom
That did not come from me.
I thank God each day for His lending you to me
For the time that I had you near
And I cling to His promise
That I will see you again.

I could not tell from whence you came,
Born with a wisdom that did not come from me,
And I do not know where you have gone,
Part of myself, the better part--into Eternity.

Originally entered as verse


A Letter to my Son

Your going has left a hole in my heart
That Time, that great healer cannot repair.
Your going  left  space in my existence
That forever and more will still be there.

Ever expanding from it nothingness
A hole from which your goodness has slipped through.
The kindnesses you wore as a halo
Have disappeared as well since I lost you.

I used you as a sounding boad to measure
The wisdom and the beauty of the world.
Your ideas were so clear and brilliant,
Through you my own best aptitudes unfurled.

I'm trying to live up to your standards.
I want to be more worthy of you, Son.
You told me once I was the perfect mother,
And with you life was such a lot of fun.

I thank God every day for loan of you.
The time we had was more than worth the pain.
And now I'm clinging tight to his promise
That some day I will see you once again. 

I do not know from whence you came,
Blessed with wisdom  that did not come from me.
Each day I pray I know where you have gone;
Taking my heart into Eternity.

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2009

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Just Forget Me

Just forget me,
and walk away,
It wasn't meant to be,
So why try to stay.

Don't look at me,
When you walk by,
You don't want to see,
If I start to cry.

If you like her,
Then leave me alone,
Yet, here you were,
Talking on my phone.

What is it you miss,
Do you remember when,
I can't take this,
Never see me again.

When you do go,
Just take my heart,
Do I need it, no,
You tore it apart.

You go your way,
And I'll go mine,
Don't worry today,
Because I'll be fine.

Written by: Kelly Deschler

For Giorgio V.'s contest - Relate Your Poem To One Of These Quotes

The quote I chose was - 
6) "Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go." 
- Oscar Wilde

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2013

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All Too Familiar

Teardrops fall like a cleansing rain 
splashing against your broken heart.
And washed away by years of hurt
empty promises drift apart.

Filled with feelings of helplessness
your life has become surreal. 
And you call upon hope to help
carry you through this ordeal.

Your story's all too familiar,
a trusting spirit sharing dreams. 
And then fear surges up within 
to accommodate silent screams.

Responding to wounded feelings
you are filled with pain and remorse.
For like a river to your heart
love irrevocably changed course.

Reality has crushed your soul 
with the sound of a slamming door.
For now no one can hear your plea
to rekindle love’s flame once more.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Shrouds of Mist

Shrouds of mist did cloak the day.
Whispering winds with list did play.
Upon the graves of human minds
shrouds of mist were left behind.....

Well-wrought webs of darkness dim
vibrant thoughts held within.
The minds of humans do decay
as shrouds of mist on sorrow play.

Shrouds of mist did cloak the day
as waves of senses swept away
and all of those who dare rebel
were swiftly grasped and swirled to hell.

*Written at 16

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012

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A Cry for Help

My name is Peter the Pelican I'm nothing special at all I fly around as I'm supposed to But this day I was close to a fall Every day when I take to the skies They are blue and sometimes grey But this day I never imagined That my bluey seas would decay Oozing from metal giants Now appearing after millions of years Mans honey as they seem to be happy Every find I hear all their cheers One day their tears turned to shouts For much of it was getting away My blue was turning to a distasteful mix In the place where I always played One day without a care in the world As I dived for a meal one morn On surfacing I struggled to respond Splashing I became so worn My feathers were not responding I'm drifting close to the shore Amid a sea of thickening black I sense the closing of my pores What little strength I have left As I lie in decaying kelp I flap my wings and hope in my heart Someone hears a cry for help http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-12.php

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010

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Happy Birthday

With all my heart and fairly,
Did I offer sweet surprise-
A birthday present early,
An art drawn near sunrise

All night working perfection,
I had gotten the shading right
With the shadow and reflection-
A suave leopard napping tight

He vowed I’d forget him some day
Though little did he know,
A month before my dear’s birthday,
His gift was ready to go

As time went by and quickly,
Fine colors met dark shades
His affections died so swiftly
And he erased the luster away

For the suave leopard in me slept
As long as his heart did rage
My gift through tears had crept
On the perfection of the page

Happy Birthday to you dear,
My present waits to be sent
I will cease these useless tears
For my love is time well spent

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

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Think I'll dress in my one suit,
silk shirt and handkerchief,
pop in a breath mint 
and shine up my shoes;

make that impression,
look good for the ladies,
with cash in my hand
what have I got to lose?

Yet I wish I felt better
more up to the task,
my suit's sure been neater,
my shirt has a stain;

you don't notice it, though,
when I'm wearing my jacket
and the hole in my pocket?
I'm not one to be vain.


There's no one to impress
for I'm the only one I'll see,
I'll roll on some deodorant
so I'll smell good for me.

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2009

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Not Meant To Last

Opening my eyes at birth
I cried out in shock and pain.
For I found myself on Earth
and it seemed strange and arcane.

I didn’t want to be here
in this world of hate and scorn.
And with clenched fists and a tear
I protested being born.

I left the warmth of the womb
for a future with no past.
And my birth will end in doom
for life is not meant to last.

God intends souls to suffer
or at least it seems that way.
For life gets even tougher
and it doesn't help to pray.

I search for a glint of hope
in a world devoid of light.
And though I've learned to cope
misery’s not far from sight.

One day I will be no more
life will simply slip away.
And death will slam shut the door
that opened on my birthday.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015

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Blue petals of a forget-me-not 
resting upon a marble headstone,
with this image weighing on my heart
I play my violin all alone.

Looking out of place amidst white rock
a blue as vivid as crimson blood,
rebuffs the paling pallor of death
with a promise conveyed in its bud.

The icy hand of fear grips my heart
shrouded in a cerulean hew,
as callused fingers caress the strings
lamenting the love I feel for you. 

Grief resonates within every note 
sending sad tears dribbling down my cheeks,
as I evoke lasting memories
granting my soul the comfort it seeks.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017

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He was Just a Little Boy

I was born unto this world
A little boy called James
I was just like all the rest
Who in the playground played normal games

I knew my life was in trouble
By the time I reached the age of five
My mother had so many friends
I wondered why I was alive

The kids all used to laugh at me
In my short trousers and bloodied knees
If only they had known
What was going on, in the inside of me

Would they ever know
Why a mother would put you down
And pretend that your not there
As another arrives from out of town

Have they ever wondered
To go to school with clothes unwashed
Sleep on a concrete floor
While your Mother's comfortably sloshed

Do they ever stop and wonder
What happens around them day by day
They can't, because they are young like me
When all they want to do is play

My teens are around the corner
To secondary school I go
I survive and I get wiser
As I intend my life to flow

As we travel down life's highways
When we are born they are seldom written
You know the roads you want to take
For inside you, your internally smitten 

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2010