Lies hurt the love and especially all the trust people put in you.
Everyday You wake up saying to yourself, It's ok to lie.
No one's going to find out or bring it out in the open.
I can hold on to a heart full of love and trust for another day.
Knowing it would cause pain and the all the love and trust they
have would disapear instantly.
So why keep lying and filling her head and heart full of dreams
that You know will never come true. Only leaving her with nothing
Just the lies You told.
In the end is it really worth trying to hold on to her love. Being bound by
the lies you told. Now leaving her to deal with a broken heart. And
watching her world crumble into pieces. As the tears of pain slide down
As you walk away. While saying nothing but I'm sorry. I never meant to
hurt you. Over and Over again. Trying to figure out how to make a peaceful
exit out of her life.
Your left thinking was it worth losing an angel's heart by lying. Now she's gone.
Copyright © angel heady | Year Posted 2012
The two combined 1,2 and 3,4 are going to be personal highlighted poetry prose/didactic titles for future enlightenment. (Or non benefiting nothingness—which is a noun form of a noun and is super United States of America imitation English at my finest-ness(al)(etc.)) (I make fun of myself on behalf of my country) (I will 86 this testimony in the near future when I find my filter and act like I'm not. *another poem title Act Like I am Not) (peace inn...Ironic Zinc)(PEACE INN: hotel of dreams and word play on peace out...peace in)
Copyright © Ir0nic ZiNk | Year Posted 2017
How dare you take advantage of me like that ,
Leaving me stranded with no way to go forward or back.
Using the friendship that we had led me to believe,
That there was trust and honor between you and me .
How you layed me aside and left me for dead ,
You have caused these hateful thoughts inside my head.
Never could I have done this to any man ,
I can see you have no concious so I know you can.
There just one thing I really want to say about this ,
It's been a long time since I have made a clinched fist .
You have no idea how much hurt you have caused,
It won't be me you'll have to face That's up to God
But you will regret mistaking this kindness for weakness girl,
Bad Karma will surely consume you this is my word.
Yes you were able to catch me completely off gaurd ,
Never again because now I know who you are .
Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER | Year Posted 2013
Could I not see such ugly drawn out choices.
Hollow I feel such nothing for people it is fear that feeds me.
Alone in this forsaken world with nothing to accept.
Order is such pain that it is nothing but chains.
Souls that bare nothing but lost cause to confusion is such utter mistakes.
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
Longer than twenty years it took me
Of steadfast faithful simplicity
Voicing reassurance, for her to truly get that I’m not you
Explains just how much you put her through.
Mister important ladies man, so dashing
Everyone else takes a back seat; hearts are for smashing
Another looker, another erection, another member of the ex-wife collection
Narcissism is a shameful condition, but you have zero
Shame, else you’d loathe yourself as I do, mister hero.
Love means loyalty, putting your loved ones first
Owning your impact, not rationalizing your thirsts
Your choices all--good, bad, and worst
And keeping your damned pants on when your
Lady is not around for you to ignore
Too late now, for the sake of your daughter’s heart
You’ll never fix it, but that’s no longer your part.
For Contest: Loyalty
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
U nable to understand what more I could have done
N othing holding back, I gave all to make us one
W ith every breath I whispered, "My love is true."
A ll I gave, and all I asked for was YOU
N ow I know, you just took me for a fool
T ook my heart, my soul; I was just...a tool
E very day I wonder why by your face I'm haunted
D oubtless it's because, I want so to be wanted!!!
For Freddie Vassalo's Unwanted Contest
November 6, 2015
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015
(Dedicated to Folake)
Your eyes, woman
are like twilight rainbow
amorously bearing aloft passions of mine
toward androcytic ecstacy.
They tell of endless lights.
Night skies clarion the warmth of you
keep me balled-up till
i am tilted to your adorned essence.
May I call up words to adore you,
agglomerate them into a panoply of worshippers
unsandalled before you
like Moses at the burning bush.
And now you seem to fall asleep
but you tell me it's the heavy night
bidding toward a sunny dawn
wherein our love is lighted.
Slowly I let you fall asleep
impatient with the long night
waiting to gaze once more
into the eyes of my lovely love.
Then a lip is placed on yours
and you rouse up wide-eyed
smiling at my romantic move.
We enjoyed the night, cruising on.
Copyright © Onis Sampson | Year Posted 2013
Sadness fills me
Heartache shrouds me
Anguish consumes me
Need overwhelms me
Endless tears unseen
DESPAIR (the utter loss of hope)
Copyright © Shane Cooper | Year Posted 2015
Her song was too beautiful for ordinary words
Ending it on a sweet note that no heart ever forgot
Remembering her for offering a priceless gift
Seems right to praise her for a big heart without greed
Pop music and opera were the two things she loved
Immense was forgiveness when wrong made her sad
Regret for not having loved enough was a silly guilt
Incredible was her enthusiasm towards all children
Total discipline she demanded like soldiers in combat
All but pain mom withheld from me, trust was the essence
Lording over others with equality was pure nobility
Illness invaded her body, but she battled it with fortitude
Vigilance averted danger in foreseen things others ignored
Extraordinary was the faith she was placed in me learning values
Another mom couldn't have been be more thoughtful that she was
"Nonna" the grandchildren called her when they came to visit
Dear were those happy angels she proudly hugged and kissed
Seeing her fragility towards the end, one thought of her death
Though she suffered, she wished to share a delightful thought
Innovating was her style of looking at elegant things
Love secured by confidence, was an embrace of joy
Limpid eyes as skies gazed over to impart comfort
" Live with honesty " was a motto that identified her integrity
Indeed her words were full of fairness and humanity
Vengeance never shone on that face of endless humility
Endurance was learned by kindness, not by rage
Spiritual advice was a spring of lasting knowledge
Copyright 2015 ( c ) by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2015
Long arms of tender compassion
Oneness of embittered Humanity
Visceral faith was your salvation
Encompassing all vain materialism
Lenitive of the corporal punishment
Illuminating a hope encrypted in a
Necropolis of suppressed ideas
Extruding life from deep darkness
Seeping rain from saturated soil
Sedative of every entombed soul
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
Failure is a funny old thing
All of your worst fears take to wing
Lies you have told yourself more than once
Leak right into your brain, like a sponge
Intelligent though you may be
Never a light in the tunnel you'll see
Giving up or just giving in
Always seems easier when
People you meet won't be kind
Always bringing the worst to your mind
Recalling the beast you have been
Telling and retelling you of your every sin.
Copyright © Michael Campbell | Year Posted 2015
catastasis of emotions spiral down
until the pain magnifies itself
too hard to breathe, she takes a knife
touches it against her flesh, slices deep
emotions bleed themselves dry
release the pain from within
she puts on her fake smile and hides the deed
(inspired by a conversation with Timothy Hicks, I know much about that topic because that was me at the age of 10, when my grandmother died and i was forced to be at home, unloved...a cinderella as my God parents called me...I learned how to bleed in poetry as a release, but cutting is an actual disease and they do not know how to release the pain, the pain of the cut releases something that makes them feel good...temporarily, no one ever knows the wounds, they hide them well behind layers of clothes and fake smiles!)
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2016
"Taken, all is taken",she cried.
Assuming there was a theft I looked all around and
Kindly said that everything seemed in place.
"Everything that can be regained is not taken",Said she."Taken is
Nothing but the loss of dear ones close to your heart."
Copyright © sadaf syed | Year Posted 2013
D umbfounded by
H ow could he?
O ne more tragedy
O ver 25 bodies
K eep them in your prayer please, children of Tragedy
©Copyright December 16, 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Brian Pierre-Alexander | Year Posted 2012
"this poem is not about what is written,but what is not written. . . "
Greyer looms matter's of the.....?
Beauty fades not there then.....?
Flowers live and die fact of ....?
A four letter word of endearment....?
A saddened stare like where the Red Fern.....?
Do not withdraw from the sunlight given by the almighty...?
The feeling active of letters four much like adores.....?
Speaking in second person sounds like and is...?
In the prelude I allude to this message to point to the truth
You cannot see air but it is there so beware
You do not have to walk into the total darkness
to see how dark the blackness is
Like gravity that holds you there how much more our Creator cares
Setting on shelf scoffing at the pain you do not see
The love that is and can be He just wants to set you free
ignorance of the law does not excuse
How deep the pain how dark is that blue
without Hope without God waiting to play the odds
Without knowledge must be total misery
as earthly beauty fades as the tree
a dieing thing without fruit
the growing sorrow does that suit
without hope of new life tomorrow
Here today and gone so to borrow
Not opening a door can be as bad as slamming it in your face
to see where true beauty is you run in place not seeing the grace
turn to the light dwelling in the dusk from the womb to dust
on your pedestal under your own glass
the fire that was given you smother to ash - john edaward beam - for The
Unwritten contest - 07/01/2011
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2011
If at any time in your life
you feel the desire and the
need for someone to be
a source of comfort and a
friend in all situations
I'm always around for you
sailing on the waters of life
right through the darkest hour just
behind you in fair or foul weather
Like a log on the river banks I will be
a path across for you just like a
bridge stretched from bank to bank
over the raging turbulent river
troubled by the wind churning the
water into a mass of liquid fury
I am right there at your side and
will always be there for you to
ease all of your burdens and
your fears and to comfort your
mind to peace and tranquillity
Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2014
Rest in peace my charming friend; lo your body is now asleep but you spirit remains with us always. With our constant lively action, everything seems much more still without you here, but we shall remember and cherish you as you were-fun loving and full of life. You lit up the world around you just a little bit more with your perky attitude and bright smile.
Evening twinkles a little bit brighter with a newly gained star. A special one-of-a-kind treasure with your light of burning passion smiling down upon us as you await our arrival
Softly we hum to your memory; as we blissfully play back in our minds all the times we had with you.
Time was cruel, taking you at early twenty-one years, but we took what we could-what we were given and made the best of everything we had. Cherishing every moment and enjoying you and your hilarious antics
Invaluable you were to everyone who met you and knew you. You were an amazing person and wonderful friend who always stood by everyone’s side and helped those who needed it. Knowing how full of life you always were, it’s hard to believe that you are now parted from this life. I still see you with that glorious smile upon your face filling your eyes with a deviously mischievous twinkle…
Never did I imagine I’d be having to say my final farewell so soon; the way you were burns in my mind as I whisper my love and goodbyes to you one last time...
Rest in sweet peace my dear friend; never will you ever be forgotten- Forever engrained in our minds your legacy will continue one for years to come…
Early morning reality strikes its cold, hard chord as sudden sadness as despair finally sinks in… you have been removed from this broken world where we mourn your loss; the pain hitting each person deeper than the one previous
Goodbye my adventurous dream, the spark of memories hold together the shattering pieces of my cracked heart that sorrow threatens to crush in the grips of its mighty claws tightly surrounding my aching, bleeding heart…
Angels rejoice as they gather you in hugs and welcome your coming, leading you to your place beside our lord, residing with him as you patiently await the rest of us to join you
Nostalgically I smile and watch as you fade into my dreams; I will never forget you my friend, remember me as we wait to see each other once more…
Regan Steel; friend, brother, and more...
October 28, 1991- July 15, 2013
Copyright © Rebecca Larkin | Year Posted 2013
K....Kiss My A--
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015
Occupied by the crowd of fair-weather friends,
which i suppose had become today's trend,
i realized that how solitary i am?
just asking for a shed,can anyone lend?
I can't demonstrate my emotions in the mob,
keeping them inside, my robe sob.
though i am tagged as one of the group members,
when coming to harmony and love,no one remembers.
The one outsider is considered to be a better friend than me,
never it is bothered and i can only see .
The swashbuckling studs are always asked about everything,
People echo a lot about but don't believe in simple living and high thinking.
If one is introvert in exposing his talented wings,
that doesn't means that he is not worthy of anything.
just because few opportunities he already missed,
and due to his situation,he is extremely pissed,
it don't let you conclude that he is a moron,
his time has come because the struggling days are gone.
for those who ignore should know the fact,
To hell with their memories and their fake pact.
They don't realize the importance of him today,
but they would acknowledge that fellow the most, one fine day.
The person avoided is so concerned about others still,
Whenever some bitter feelings come,his eyes with tears get fill.
looking such a condition,he questions the wise-godly creature,
why is he trapped in such human architecture?
Then he consoles himself and pledge not to be docile,
with time everything will heal whatever is fragile.
For sharing his feelings,he peeps the door of his neighbours,
they do give their precious moments and that's truely a kind gesture.
But still he is never able to confront others,
always having the guilt that his act disturbs.
He gathers courage and ponders that to whom should he share his views,
after much consideration,his heart replies-no one is there,which is a bad news.
But then finally he admits,
that in no one's heart he actually fits.
then realization dawn his conscious,
this mellow dramatic society is quite fictitious.
At last he comes to know that only strong and true bonds survive,
which give this skeleton a better life.
To those who suffer from perplexed and cumbersome fate,
Do not worry as success is your's and excellence is innate.
Copyright © Neeti Agarwal | Year Posted 2014
Dishearted i feel and dejecteD
Equally of past and of futurE
Sadness with me weepS
Pray for me with piousness deeP
All the dullness accumulate in an opaerA
In which my heart and I
Rave and crave in despaiR.
Copyright © Akash ripper | Year Posted 2014
Gruesome of appearance, the dungeon a fearful place
Rusty chains hanging down, iron maiden by the wall
It was a harsh stern place that spoke volumes of pain
Made worse by gloomy creepy shadows casting monsters
contest: Four Letter Words - An Acrostic Challenge
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
It is the light that burns through the night
The night that is covered by pain
The pain that burns on bones so fragile
It is the face of the parents
The face that glow with joy
But the joy that is far from me
It is the father that has lost his dignity
The dignity that was nurtured for years
The years that has passed like super eagle
It is the look of poor souls that cause this pain
The pain that has no souses but shame
The feeling of pity for a hungry child
It is that pain which make me sick inside
Where sorrow hove around like a trapped bird
I shall toss myself to the ground
Though sun bring new beginnings
But this pain makes the rays deadly
How I wish to make the day light again.
Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014
faster and faster as i think of the pain inside
closing my eyes
i see her face
oh how i miss you lil sis
everywhere i go i think of you
everyone i see asks me about you
Pain!!!! Munching my heart piece by piece
anger!!! Why didn’t i take you to shop that day
tears of pain ...i feel like i am slowly going insane!!!
nights of sorrow as i lay my head on my pillow
I’m thankful to wake up the next morning
wearing my smile
sitting in my office ..
nothings the same
I’m dying inside
i try and try but i see no light
hope is all i have
faith is all i have
my baby sister where are you
my baby sister God guide you
Killing the weakness in me
i refuse to entertain this pain!!
Copyright © Daneillia Daly | Year Posted 2012
This is a classic Acrostic .. but with a twist, each even line has internal rhyme, each
odd line has end rhyme ... plus odd lines are 8 syllables, even 6.
Inside your smile, I rest awhile.
No words; just eyes that speak,
Yearning fingers, touch that lingers
On silkiness of cheek.
Under saffron light; before night
Renders lovers to rest
A kiss we share dispels despair,
Remorse; a leaving guest.
May faith enfold these arms that hold
Safely, your tender trust.
No nightmares come for dreams undone
Once fear has turned to dust.
Perhaps too fast my hand is cast
And passion may just pause,
If this is so then you must know,
No-bodies perfect, all have flaws.
When hesitation calls; builds walls,
In this bond, created.
Listen to me and you will see
Lasting truth is stated
Laying here, you so close, so near
A vow, softly spoken.
Shadows will not fall, end it all,
This love shall never be broken.
Copyright © Colin Marschall | Year Posted 2007
Tortures the nerve constantly
Ongoing severe painful throb
Only abstraction is the cure
This pain is worse than labor pain
Horrendous sharp electric shocks,
And advil is just a temporary fix
Can't sleep at all
Hurt all night long
Eating food is not an option
* Author's- May not be writing for a while due to bad toothaches.
Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2016
you're my morning high,
fresh as chai,
fingers slowly tickling your neck;
your playful gaze, whirling clouds;
your smile's layer of a rainbow,
curtains whispering to windows,
burning in passion; wrapped in love;
your eyes, teasing winds, butterflies and deep blue skies,
absence of rain, as painful as your thoughts,
your lips, mysterious as painter's mind
a mountain high...a fine surrender
Copyright © Pushpendra Pandya | Year Posted 2015
His daddy left, He was so hurt .
Left him behind, For one so young.
Betray and lost, He was so young .
A bond of love, Lost and broken, Left behind.
How he waited, So many times, Left in tears .
Yet still he never appeared. A lost boys silent pain .
Innocent child , So loved, Destroyed by divorcee.
He betrayed his mum, With another one so young.
So hurt , confused, His pain . Anger took his place .
One so young, Out of control, In so much pain .
Inflicting pain, Punching walls, Behind those tears
Another broken child from divorcee .
Hurt and scared, inside broken never forgiven…
A lost love . A true bond . Daddy’s son . His Loss
He never knew . Never cared . Till he saw his own disgrace .
Now its gone . That special bond . No return.
Another broken child from divorcee…
Copyright © donna burns | Year Posted 2012
Brought milk and bread for the hungry
Entered a home with an empty fridge
Inside there were infants crying, mothers
Nursed them with the last drops of milk
Giving little increased anger in them
Humans in streets asked for pity
Untouched many looked away
More despair I encountered
All food and water had ran out
None I could do for anyone
Wiritten on 7/7/2016
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
The pain and
Hurt we go through in life
Copyright © darleen bilyeu | Year Posted 2009