When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender
and exchange inestimable treasures
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013
I wanted to hear your whisper
Yet I could only hear you shout
Your soul filled with all it's turmoil
Filled my own heart with so much doubt
By holding tightly to our pain
Silence became extremely loud
The softer notes within reason
Couldn't be heard above our proud
Were we lovers of the darkness
Cutting through silence with our knives
Shredding perceived insecurities
In hopes of saving our own lives
Some dances were not meant to be
I heard the anguish in your voice
You took a walk, didn't look back
Loving another was your choice
Then I heard a different whisper
Bubble up, from inside of me
Lessons learned, from a broken heart
Meant freedom from insanity
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014
A soul unites with a vessel. With no preconceived notion of what lies ahead.
A soul, upon arrival is molded by senses, by experiences, by emotions.
A soul is innately adept at navigating the treacherous and tumultuous upheaval
created by conscious thought.
For if not.........
A soul becomes lost
A lost soul acts within a vessel ,yet remains unattached, unaware, and unbalanced
A lost soul can not process its own feelings, its own reality, its own existence
A lost soul has no sense of direction, no sense of reason, no sense of purpose
It clings only to the will to press onward
For if not............
A soul becomes trapped
A trapped soul is bound to its vessel. One entity caged within another.
A trapped soul dwells in circles on that which enslaves it. Unwilling, unable
A trapped soul withers, and weakens, and wonders.............and near its end it hopes
And in this hope the shackles that bind need be unbreakable
For if not..................
A soul becomes free
A free soul is independent of its vessel.Unrestricted, unencumbered and in control
A free soul molds that which lies before it, reaching beyond comprehension.
A free soul has found itself. It does not gain understanding, it is understanding. It
does not seek purpose, it is purpose. I does not fear life, It is life.
For if not...........
A soul becomes irrelevant
Copyright © Joe Inca | Year Posted 2011
linger, insatiable moments
of musky, lotus scent,
a yearning for oblivion,
that it may all pass by.
I fly, spiralling upwards,
into dense clouds,
as I wander aimlessly
through distances of vast spaces,
billion galaxies pass by,
turning, revolving, burning.
Eyes terrified, closed.
would this passage ever end?
Or is this a dream?
Where does reality begin
or delusion end?
POTD 5 November 2016
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016
Yesterday when I stood before him, he spoke my name
Today, I still stand, but the floorboards are cold
and he no longer knows the color of my eyes.
With each spoonful of the steaming grey I lift my arms,
Up, then down, again and again, a repeated motion – weeping,
My arms are trembling with the weight of the spoon
that holds in its cupped womb my raw, injured soul.
Father, I say, in a voice cold from straining not to break
I prod away the soup dribbling down his chin, gently.
The wrinkled hands are limp at his sides, lost.
What should be mad and free is caged within me; fluttering
feebly, thumping about in a circle of broken pieces
The look in his blank eyes has labeled me a stranger
But when they are closed my name is written on his face.
Copyright © Grace EunSong Lee | Year Posted 2010
I was lost.
I was in my own world,
off doing my own thing,
didn't want to be saved,
never mentioned his name.
I was lost.
with no guidance.
Made it out
of some things
because my steps
were still guided.
And I know,
the last thing
you wanna hear
is a poem bout
but I wouldn't
waste my time
if I didn't believe it.
Religion and tradition
It's the way
and my walk with him
that's the proof
that I made it.
I was lost.
is not who
I was far gone,
sin is a heck
of a drug.
I dripped with guilt.
Quick to condemn myself
because of the life
that I lived.
Broke laws and
smoked weed and
nearly every night.
Would drown myself
always running from
I was lost.
Started closing my heart.
bust it open
for the wrong reasons
and a low life.
But it's not
about the politics.
The past mistakes
or what ifs.
I wanted the freedom,
he gave me a taste.
Came back years later,
"look at the mess
that I made"
But it was
what I'd wanted,
so I couldn't complain.
I was lost.
My mind had me thinking
I had fallen from grace.
I had no fight in me,
tried to self medicate.
I look at all
the things I've done
and wonder how
he could forgive.
Like all the times
I gave up on him,
and didn't want
to love myself
until he loved me
at my darkest.
He stuck around
when I couldn't shine,
and my attitude
Despite all that I'd done
I was never forsaken.
Even when I left him,
he stayed with me daily.
He was the one
who plucked me
from the ocean,
while people stood
on the beach
not seeing me drowning.
But his grace
He says I'm forgiven,
that he loves me,
and he means it.
I was lost.
But look at me now.
All you see
is my past,
all he sees
is my crown.
My soul's been restored
and he's fixing
I could have been dead
do you see why
I owe him?
Life for a life
but the payout
is worth it.
The payout is worth it.
I was lost.
Feels good to be back.
Copyright © Joy Nicole | Year Posted 2016
Each night, bitter tears flood my cheeks,
none of my former lovers are there
to offer comfort.
My friends have betrayed me
despising me as they turn deadly enemies.
I'm a slave to my own nature
humbled with no rest from sorrow
humiliated like a deer
which cannot find pasture
and hunted down till my strength is gone.
I can't even remember the good Life
that was once there
because my existence has become a joke.
A beauty, young and untouched
now trampled like grapes in a wine pot.
Tears of suffering; shouts of mourning
becoming my closest triplet sisters.
I reach out my hand
but no one offers comfort
instead I'm being treated like a filthy rag.
My eyes red from crying,
my stomach is on knots
and I feel sick all over
as I wait for the healing of my wounds;
gaping as wide as the oceans
Deep in my heart, I cry out
now letting my tears
overflow my walls day and night.
my skin and flesh waste away
and my Bones broken.
The constant insults and hard knocks
chain me down
to eat gravel and be rubbed in dirt.
My Life has turned sour;
terrified, trapped, caught and crushed
as tears flood my eyes and they won't stop.
I was once worth
much more than fine stones from Australia
yet now counted worthless
like dishes of clay.
I stagger around naked and wounded
exposed to the Red vultures of the Jungle
and to the babarian brutal desert tribes.
My skin scourched from fever and hunger
and finally, the desert trap,
makes them swoop down
faster than the Eagles from the sky
to feast in the delicious meal of my ruin.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2013
You've caused me, so many tears
That our home
You stepped on me, so many times
That my heart
You have lied to me, so many times
That my soul
Copyright © Delilah Ventura | Year Posted 2012
Singing happy song
Love in its purity bonding
Daddy slips into the arms of another woman
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010
Raped and Molestated in childhood,
Abused and Misused in pre-adulthood,
Alone and confused they stood; feeling
like tainted goods.
Let their soul cry, maybe then; they can
regain their pride.
They gotta let their soul cry
Their darkest secret's they lock away
within, this is why their flesh constantly
feast off sin; and everything in life has a
beginning, but never render an ending.
Let their soul cry, Crying is the only way to
gain their piece of mind.
One might ask," Why"? Then , I will reply,"
They need to see at least one day filled with
promise rather than pain and see the sun
without having rain.
They gotta let their soul cry, before their sin
cause their flesh to die.
Copyright © Margaret Johnson | Year Posted 2007
Whispered words from behind a wall,
to cronies gathered short and tall.
“Go on ahead,” he said, “let's see.”
“If I can turn her sweet on me.”
So from within, she heard the tale:
the rye, small, snickers, the wolves’ wails.
Yet, like the doe in the fires light,
the wail entranced, did not cause fright.
Wide-eyed, so stunned, the morsel stood,
in frozen stance within the wood.
Within his reach and steady glance,
the hunter broached the ancient dance.
With swagger, grace, he set the pace.
the honeyed tongued Knight on the chase.
He spoke words of honor, brave deeds,
of his claimed virtues she took heed.
“No, ” said the Maid, for she was shy.
“I’m afraid,” she moaned. “Do you lie?”
He turned her chin, and eye to eye,
stroked her fair cheek and heard her sigh.
Offered cake to this starving waif,
with trembling hands, she took the bait.
For upon his lips and rough skin,
She could, sweet-sugar, taste within.
He sought the warmth of her blood; bone.
He thought the conquest was his own.
Yet, she too held a hope within,
to bring forth the goodness in him.
Oh, she could feel his aching need,
'Twas his seedling soul, she'd feed.
The prey, prayed, to touch his heart.
to give the Hunter a new start.
Many’s the times, his teeth came near,
to the pulsing vein in her throat.
Many times the Universe stopped
like a dandelion seed afloat.
The hunter balked, stayed for a time,
tasted the joy of her sweet wine;
loving the feel of a drink new,
a gift, love, offered each of you.
Could he extinguish this pure light?
Could He reciprocate, cause fright?
Sorry, was the wolf deep within.
He was sorry; she’d let him in.
Sorry, he couldn't grow in her arms,
Sorry, he couldn't loose to her charms.
“Sorry,” on the tip of his tongue.
As he left her, unharmed, on run.
“Sorry.” said she, rising higher,
made stronger by her pure desire.
Like the ancient Phoenix, she rose,
on the wings of her loves fire.
And prayer floated back from above.
A prayer, sent with her hearts' love.
echoing his sentiment many ways.
“Sorry Love," She said.
"May the Wolf find his Way.”
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
He gazes out the window, thinking of his man
The one who left with kisses and bruises;
The one who stole his everything
Before selling it all out
For fear, for acceptance, for a little slice of 'normal',
That our window gazer cannot understand.
He watches as the palm trees sway,
Whispering their secrets to the wind
And he wonders if they know his secret:
That he would still walk into Hell,
For the man who'd pawned his soul.
"He isn't worth you," they try to tell him,
The palms that bend, but never break That are thrashing wildly in the storm outside,
The one that seems to mimic what's within him.
But, he cannot listen, our boy
Because he is deaf to all but his lover's voice.
"This isn't right," the man had said,
After years of showing different.
"I see truth," the man had said,
Using phrases that dripped with lies.
"There is no truth," our boy thinks now,
But at the time, he'd been silent,
Struck dumb, his voice as dead as the rest of him.
He gazes out the window, thinking of his man,
The one who still owns him whole, but not the one who'd sold his being.
Copyright © Kristen Varwig | Year Posted 2010
Scrap the smoldering, winsome words
the lovely odd truce made of letters
found carved with the edge of an old pocket knife
on a strap made of metal and leather
Burn off the tarnish on platinum rings
engraved with the infernal: "LOVE"
found pulling limp loyalty up to it's feet
and then giving it a death dealing shove
Trip over shoes which should still be for dancing
and spin them right into the trash
found in the corner of the cluttered dark room
like a pack rat's incurable stash
Blow open windows long stuck closed with paint
Push all the junk to the sill
Unburden your soul of it's hideous secrets
and snatch back your sacred free will...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
Piqued my soul
Wishing for happiness free
Proving other death
Taken it all for granted
Entrant into Nette Onclauds contest ~Share a Shadorma~
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2011
shed your doubt,
to keep them clean,
oh so clear,
i give in,
to what i fear,
into the sky,
have no time,
to wonder why.
love and glitter
Copyright © jezabella singe | Year Posted 2012
Our Country’s Soul Is Being “Torn Apart”
The very soul of America is being “torn apart.”
It’s a problem that’s striking at our very heart.
There’s a “blowing wind.” A “time for change.”
As the country’s moral fabric is being “rearranged.”
As many question what the true meaning of life is for…
Many don’t seem to know what’s wrong or right anymore!
As so much pornography is allowed into our homes…
The moral decay is “eating” right at “the bones.”
Many have a hard time “defining what marriage is.”
So many are really “messed up” in how they live!
The news seems to be “fascinated” by man’s depravity…
Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous “moral cavity.”
Many who attend church want what’s
“soothing to their ears.”
A God of holiness and righteousness
is what they “fear!”
As we look around as to what our society is becoming…
God’s judgement is soon! It is surely coming!
We must come back and leave all of our “false idols!”
We must come back to the God of the Bible!
Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds!
It’s only in him can we find true love for our minds!
It’s only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning!
It’s only in him that we need to put our
trust and start believing!
He is and always will be the right choice to be taken…
Without him, our country’s is “doomed and forsaken.”
He brings healing and righteousness
“beneath his wings…
He is what we truly need!
He is our EVERYTHING!
By Jim Pemberton
Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012
When I first saw you with your eyes of blue,
I stumbled, I stuttered, I did not know what to do.
When you held my hand my heart would melt,
you always knew how I felt.
Holding you tight those many years,
sometimes I can't hold back the tears.
How happy we were in this life,
now my days are full of strife.
For we were soul mates my dear,
and one day again I will hold you near.
Copyright © Joseph Sergi | Year Posted 2014
~ To My Brother~
When I live in the darkness for days and nights I don't
envisage to write a poem,but here I am crying over
the loss of my brother who died on Easter Sunday,
I stopped allowing my roses to come and sit by my side,
I left them those dozens of exotic colors to die,
I don't throw them away my living room with the china
vase looks dead,even the colors have faded away,I watch
my China table its on the verge of closing on itself,
just to get away not to breath from my grieving air.
Tonight I am in pain,my vision is overflowing with
endless tears,I am alone because my brother left me
and went away,he didn't even say goodbye,I didn't hear
him cry or even try to live as he knew he had to go away
in silence,carrying with him his lung cancer disease.
He died alone on a hospital bed his heart betrayed him
Why,he was still young 70 is not old,what was he feeling
we will never know,was he afraid,was he sad,was he
suffering,he was screaming they told me out of pain,
he was struggling maybe wanting to remain alive to
come back to see us at least one more time before his
final breath will give up on him,was he delusional
the whole morning till 6 30 PM when his soul became
muted,sad,as God wanted him to join his late brother
mother and father.
My pain is not only I miss him,its in what state of mind he
was in when he gave up, we will never know.
This endless emptiness he left behind will linger forever.
Now only I can wish you a goodbye.My children & I
Will always Love you.
Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2013
You knocked my heart’s door & I let you in
You were a thief; you stole it! Because of how kind you have been
Your words were extremely sweet and I was a sugar addict
You were a psychic because my future works you could predict
You were tremendously thankful for the simplest thing I did
You made me live the dream & dream life like a kid
You planted my garden with flowers of laughs
You filled my sea by drops of hope & faith
You were my mirror; you reflected me perfectly
You were incredibly modest & no word could describe you correctly
You! You! Yes you! Y, O, U! You are simply amazing
You were, are, and will always be miraculously surprising
I wish I could erase all my errors, all my mistakes
To gain your trust and love I’ll do whatever it takes
Believe me honey it kills me when I hear that in your heart is born hate
Because in the end we both know that you are my soul mate.
Copyright © dreamersis poems | Year Posted 2013
Lonely Death, Fate Of A Lost Soul
Ron sat in the dark alley with urined soaked pants
muttering in a drunken stupor one of his many rants
Facial scars told of falls, beatings from being robbed
misery and blues broke him down into shrieking sobs
Once he had a wife and three precious little pearls
heart pains tore him up when he lost those girls
Now a defeated and broken soul without a home
the dark streets and drunkard's alley he roams
Realizing that his days are now so sadly numbered
he slumps back into a deep whiskey induced slumber
Waking hours later with those agonising chest pains
the cold numbing from the falling freezing rains
Moving over to hide beneath a huge dumpster lid
he thought yet again of his beautiful lost kids
No good to weep about the mess in the here and now
blue pain ripped into his heart like a cutting plow
That night he dreamt of love, life and family before
Sun rose that morning , Ron slept on, forever more
Robet J. Lindley 07-23-2014
Note : This based upon the real life story of my brother's
good friend. His friend 7 years older than he , that died
in 1997. My brother the drunkard that has never stopped
drinking in 38 years. Himself not long for this world!
And has not seen his own beautiful daughter nor his grand
children in over 34 years, since 1980!
I wrote a poem, title, A Drunk's Prison, back on 5-5 2014 here.
It was about my alcoholic younger brother.
This one is about his alcoholic friend that died!
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
And then the day came
That I found my self lost in the void of my own emptiness
And as suddenly as a tree bust into flames
After being stuck by lightening
My heart sank
I felt so lost and alone
The walls ran red with my blood
For they were all I had left to beat
And my busted knuckles bleed with the vengeance of hate
I cursed the Lord above as the gooners burst into my cell
AND WE FOUGHT
Overcome and beaten
Hogtied and broken
I refused any medical aid
For my hate drank the pain
And I wept
As deep as the peace of a deer lying in the meadow
I felt the Lord Jesus Christ come unto my soul
And to this day the thought of him
The depth of his mercy
Makes me cry
For I have been forgiven
I became a man of living example
The future holds limitless opportunities for me
I bare witness to the darkness of addiction
For I have been delivered from the ashes
Set free from the chains that bound me
My soul is my Lords as my heart is my wife’s
My life belongs to anyone who is willing to learn
As I ready to embark on the journey of education
My excitement grows with each passing day
Because I know the Lord Jesus Christ
Will use me as a lantern of faith
And those who teach me will also learn from me
For my knowledge of emptiness is as vast and barren
As all of the great deserts spread around the world
Compiled together in one 6’-2’’ 240 lb. frame
The depths of my scars are like the Grand Canyon
Amazing to see and impossible to comprehend
This is my story this is who I am
My past will never be forgotten
Because it holds the possibility of higher education
In regards to the overhaul journey of life
And hopefully some where along the way
A soul will be saved
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009
My heart races touching your deep Spirit's kiss,
My tear's curb crumbles greening my shrink cry.
The softness of your voice soothes my abyss.
My soul torn apart wondering to know why.
Wrong thoughts and so cruel wait my tears and cry
The terrors of love just give them a black yard
And my loneliness makes my sad soul to dye
When to sink my reality it's very hard.
I wait my hope which will never come to guard
This hope hunger squeezes tighter my soul's knee.
I'm clinging to the past which is like a shard
That part which is still alive inside of me.
Much more confused on how to think or feel,
I talk, I dream and I am your balance wheel.
Copyright © Marieta Maglas | Year Posted 2011
Searching for thy bright sun
seeing a dimly lit star
Look away in remembrance
Of a once burning flame
Copyright © Tonytocaa Camacho | Year Posted 2015
The Way Of Death
Only God and Lucifer,
comprehend this quiet place.
Where evil and corruption rule,
for the lack of grace.
Where night moves its shadow,
like a stealthy sprite;
and there is no thought,
of the desirability of sight.
Words, like leaves,
flow softly across the ground,
yet, never scratch the surface,
of this hardened mound.
The sun's warm rays,
will not enter this domain.
Nor shall seasons of virtue,
its habitation gain.
No light of wisdom,
with its life giving air,
can invade the solitude,
of this depressing lair.
No selfless acts,
of love and kindness here.
Deaths calmness rules,
this God forsaken sphere.
Time only brings increase,
to this lamentable condition.
The rotting corpse inside its tomb,
showing no contrition.
Lying still, without concern,
for any ray of light.
Sinking down to nothingness,
lost from heavens sight.
John 5:40 "Ye will not come to me, that ye might have life."
Rom.8:7 " The carnel mind is enmity against God...."
1 Cor.2:14 "The natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God...."
Copyright © Lionel Ledbetter | Year Posted 2013
So far from home,
Wondering why he's here,
Just another face in the crowd,
Copyright © Frank Polgar | Year Posted 2012
People whom live in the past
they loose so much more
of what precious life
has laid down in offering
For some this time
slips away departing grief
lost in their own hellish weakness
brought on by internal suffering
I walked that shady path
everything became cold as stone
lost complete faith in love and understanding hope
thank God I found his direction to see the light
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
Rage the derivation of fury
I sit quietly, like a judge listening to his jury
Eternally stressed, I lay and think of what it might possess
Could it be distress?
No, it is my soul that confess
The stage of my soul will never be expressed
Copyright © stefania marchetti | Year Posted 2014
there is a sadness to your life's regret
Your eyes are full of doubt and debt
Your lips tremble and hold the lie
Your cheeks wet from the tears you cry
Your arms are empty because of the lost love
Your hands seek another that once fit like a glove
Your legs are weak from your worst mistake
Your thoughts wonder with a dreamless wake
Your heart is broken leaving you an unfillable hole
Now nothing remains not mind nor body nor soul
Copyright © Kevin Clark | Year Posted 2013
From hell shrivelled hands and voices in the chilly night make appearance
Hand and voices of evil ugly gory demons
Evil that torments the soul day and night
This is the story of Arusha
Arusha the woman possessed by legion
Legion of demons
Demons of promiscuity and self destruct
Powerful destruct that engages the soul
Her soul is in the grip of the power of darkness
Darkness a sanctum of hell
Oh Arusha how hell has swallowed your soul
Arusha’s soul has become a battle ground
I feel pity for Arusha as she often lets out demonic shrills
Shrills that sends chills down my spine
Remember the evil hands and voices of torment
Its torment called insanity
Insanity without cure
Arusha now is now a companion of cocaine
Cocaine I am sure you know it
Its Satan’s concoction of dementia
Concoction that destroys the soul men
Men become slaves to the voices and hands of hell
As they seek the thrill of gothic
A potently evil thrill that kills the soul
Sending the soul to eternal damnation
The story of Arusha ended in suicide
Suicide is a deceptive medicine for tormented souls
I wept for Arusha
Senseless weeping: it was too late
I was mortified when I discovered her lifeless body
A body once full of life
A soul so beautiful
Her soul is now eternally damned
In peace may you rest Arusha
Copyright © felix gbemudu | Year Posted 2013
Candle of life flame burns and dances until purposely extinguish
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Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2015