Best All Or Nothing Poems
There is balance in the rhythm of life
A give and take for which we strive
In the middle between all or nothing
We find our own path to survive
Caring for others unconditionally
An altruistic motive though unrealistic
To want to care for others is generous
For some it can become fatalistic
We must take care of ourselves first
Though to think only of ourselves is wrong
We donate time or money if we have it
If we give all we can't sustain for long
Financial gifts cannot leave one penniless
Self caring responsibly requires healthiness
Imagine giving time until one is senseless
There is a balance that requires gentleness
Self care and caring of others is healthy
Even as children learn about sharing
Limits are important also for the wealthy
Finding boundaries a necessity for caring
July 25, 2018
Take Care Of Yourself First Contest
By Caren Krutsinger
Honorable Mention
What if this all means nothing
Then my life it seems would be a fantasy
Visions granted to me but what does it really mean?
Or are they just there to deceive...
Then the existence of everything..
is just some dumb made up dream
then there really is nothing to believe
If all i see means nothing
A puzzle from nothing
For nothing
Isnt that just a great story
Lame as ever and ever boring
But these days everytime i think i know something
Turns out it was false
I might as well be empty without thoughts
Everytime i try and find love i only end up lost
So the question is
Is it all for nothing?
am i just delusional?
One last chance i suppose before i cut the rope
and assume its all just a hoax
And this...thing..about me is just coincidences
I guess itl be my "the end"
Because if so...this story blows
For what reason this all-or-nothing thinking?
Too hot, too cold,—but never in the middle
I live, a victim of this ruthless riddle
that contradicts reply (and has me sinking!?).
This anarchy of mind that's got me drinking
is never gray, but too much or too little
like a deranged, mad instrument, a fiddle,
that counterpoints a melody without blinking.
Unlike my thinking, life's not black or white
but somewhere in the middle, where insane
poor souls escape manic, psychotic thoughts
like refugees from their depressive plight,
a Scylla and Charybdis that won't drain
the swirling stream of mania's onslaughts.
I’m awesome and magnificent,
bragged Universe one day,
my galaxies have black holes and
beware my gamma ray.
No force can match my power, so
with me you must agree.
"Oh hush" said Spirit quietly.
"You’re nothing without me."
There I was as white as a sheet,
the alcohol was working ,I could not feel my feet.
The bus was out of the question, taxi too.
Walking was the answer,if only I knew.
The rain was splashing against my face,
my glasses steamed up I hurried my pace.
M y head was buzzing,my stomach numb.
Why oh why was I so dumb.
I had only wanted a drink or two.
My problem I cant say no.
All or nothing,the only way to go.
As i smoked the third cigarette,the effects were under way.
My eyes were looking but not at you,
I was a million miles away.
The fourth drink was gone number five to.
All the way the only way I know..
So here I am staggering alone.
a couple more kilometers, and I will be home,
as I look to cross the road,
all is clear over I go.
Wait stop!:
I look with eyes of dread,
a v.w golf has hit my leg.
I look up give the o.k.
then bells started ringing in my head.
This road is one way.
too late I say,he is off at least I am o.k.
So here I am in the safety of home.
I made it all alone
I lay my weary head on the bed.
All or nothing the only way to be.
Once a year is enough for me.
...I remember when it was SOMETHING.
A Lesson OR Blessing, actually BOTH.
Is blood thicker than water? Not if bad blood has formed. Was it always tainted, beneath the naked eye of a surface picture painted?
Life's moments are so fleeting...
I can't imagine partaking in unnourishing concepts and allow for the mere sake of repeating. Wouldn't that be defeating???
There's nothing can be gained, once all
GOOD energy has been drained! It can't be "returned or renamed" Retrospectively, concepts can't sustain "ideals" electively.
No fairy dust. No holiday or every blue moon so called trust...sadly there's rust.
I choose to blow it away with breath & depth protected inlay; can't allow nothing to delay, deter, "stir" my peace, for a piece of me...my heart, that part, that is my Core and Soul OFF LIMITS.
It wasn't Always like that, but Splat...
when remembering, I GAVE and thoughtfully.
Release to allow Peace.
Something had to Cease...
Now, I Am SAVED.
SELF-LOVE INCREASED!
©Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} March 12, 2023#
Description: An attractive woman struggles with destiny.
It's four am; you are still staring at the crucifix on the grey wall, and the glaring
darkness hurts your sad, brown eyes. The color purple replaces sparkle who
abandons because all must live and die, and morning becomes even more
arrogant when her arms reveal the hairs masquerading as butterscotch ~ so
warm and erotic, in all their
narcissism.
The salon becomes your most intimate lover because he satisfies...
momentarily.
Another drink doesn't help you need him less, and the tears you taste fail to
comfort; the sea witch devours in a mere swallow. Your own walls are peculiar,
and ghosts become your only friends, while destiny, in her tunnel vision,
becomes so frightening because she knows
that the portrait has already been painted...
a beautiful...
relic.
You prefer alone to lurking in the second chamber because you were always the
best.
Regret is cunning, and oh ~ so snide; stale blood on your spine is obscured by
fresh because some wounds...
never heal.
You ache.
You desire.
Release.
But vanity is too possessive a lover.
Once again you came to me
In the imprint of a dream
This time it was you who taught
And me who sat agleam
You put your arms around me
You placed your hands on mine
You showed me what it felt like
Cold ice ran up my spine
I turned around and kissed you
My self control was gone
It felt so good I couldn't stop
In to you I was drawn
Our lips were locked in motion
We held each other tight
For me, I could have stayed like that
All throughout the night
And as the dream began to fade
I know what happened next
The rest cannot be published here
That's for the other text
I don’t limit who reads my verse,
only who I answer
Each word thick-skinned and armor-clad
all questions zero-sum
(To Nelson Riddle & Frank Sinatra: March, 2021)
Why must it be
all or nothing
why the two extremes
why not
a happy medium
like maybe,
or something in between;
try it for now
if it doesn’t work
we’ll try something else
why all or nothing
why so terse;
walking this fine line
not knowing
that at any time
you could walk out
leaves me in such doubt
to wither and die inside;
so let’s make a pack
try a happy medium
where our love may stay
on track
All is well, unless its not .
The race never starts
The run doesnt stop.
Im either rock bottom or right at the top .
Voice too quiet
quickly too cross
My hair is washed tidy
Or tied in a knot.
Stomach sits empty
Ive eaten alot.
I envy small doses
To know when enough
I want to be strong
But also give up.
Call me home
Or not at all
For I can’t take
Another fall;
Engrave your name
Into my bones
Or leave me naked
And alone;
Let me inside
Or keep me out
For kind facades
I’ll do without,
For it is better
That I know
If you will stay
Or if you’ll go –
To live a life
Apart from mine
And choose a different
Path to find;
So let me read
The final part
Of truth within
Your open heart,
Despite the fear
Of losing more
And falling down
Just like before.
It has to be all or nothing.
This is my foot putting down.
I gave you my heart, you gave it back.
Yet you dont not want it around.
I follow you from room to room,
With dying heart in hand.
But the sting of it..., I'm losing my witts
And it feels like I'm walking in sand.
So nothing 'twill be, from this moment on.
Because I'd just rather be alone.
And should you decide to offer me all,
You know nothing is set in stone.
All or nothing
Love is pain. Love is the cure.
Love hurts too much. Give me more.
If you can love, then love me truly.
Anything less is useless to me.
If you like me, but do not know if you love me,
Then go away. You are unworthy.
I only do all out love, or nothing.
If you do not love me, then we should keep on moving,
In separate directions, to find other loves;
Because if you feel that you have never been loved,
Then it is time to write a different book.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I thought that I could handle it
That the passage of time
Had healed my heart enough to be able to open the door a little
And invite you in
However,
Time passing also revealed a new truth
Something I wasn't expecting
Something I was determined to disprove
Which is the reality that it's become
All or Nothing
So,
Since it's impossible for me to have it 'All'
And it's clear to me that I can't
cope with 'Some'
Then sadly,
the only option left
is
'Nothing'
August 28, 2021