Best Aug Poems
Imagine the burden that she must carry,
weighing heavy within her soul.
Lost inside the maze of life
and robbed of all control.
Confused beyond recognition
and viewing herself damaged beyond repair.
Her eyes are lacking the light that brightens her spirit,
left with only darkness and despair.
Everyday her heart is filled with to much emotional pain,
stripping her right down to the core.
Exposing every detail she has wanted to hide,
every inch of her hit the floor.
Now publicly probed, poked and torn apart,
to ashamed to look in the mirror.
Replaying over and over the images of betrayal and deceit,
she has to face her biggest fear.
Stabbed in the back by the ones she trusted most
and then tossed away like a piece of trash.
Disregarded as though she never even mattered,
it hit her like head on crash.
No premonition, no advanced notice, not even a warning,
just a slap across the face.
No explanation, not even a reason why,
just all alone and confused in such an awkward place.
She was found clinically crazy and mentally unstable,
with a profound misguided sense of deception.
Her world is now voices, visions, distrust and fear,
she is now considered the "exception."
iam over it am over you am over dreamin this silly dream that makes my tears come down
like a stream but everyday when i awaken from dat dream i just have to sceam to know you
and me can't be i know its cuz of me but please don't go away hatin me i just don't belive it
was our fate to be. u are not my king and i can't see me bieng your queen can't u see iam
still in love wit my former king that promised to be wit me and get down on one knee and
give that amazing ring .i've told u so many time to wait for me but the truth is that i must set
you free to find my true king and you forget about me because i know that maybe just
maybe one day we can complish that but i can say for sure that today isn't that day and iam
sorry i played wit you in my wicked game.
perdon flor no quize marchitarte. PARA: todos mis ex amores todavia tengo el amor para
ustedes pero no asi todos son mis hermanos o mejores amigos no crean que el juego fue
intencional porque en un momento si ame a todos ustedes (pero no al mismo tiempo) jaja
Dedicated To:
Marion Shaver
You've been thrown quite a curve ball
blindsided by your terminal size amount of pain.
You have already lost so much, what is left,
just the many questions is all that remains.
Life is one big lesson,
everyday we have something new we must have to learn.
Your life lesson today is strength,
as a favor, here's a little extra to you in return.
You are a much stronger woman than you realize,
close your eyes and dig deep down inside.
Remember the Lord is always there for you,
standing strong at your side.
Life is extremely precious,
live it one day at a time.
The Lord will be there if you need him to carry you,
up the highest mountian you could climb.
Boggled down and dragging behind,
maybe I'm carrying around to much weight.
I would never ask but I am really in need of a helping hand,
vulnerable and helpless, two emotions I really hate.
My brain is always running in overdrive,
it's hard for me to keep things straight.
I can't concentrate and I lack the ability to stay focused,
I have alot stacked up on my plate.
The pile just keeps getting bigger,
a little more and more each day.
As each day passes it's all getting harder to hide,
I might as well place all of my business out on display.
Each morning when I wake up and every night before bed,
I ask the Lord above to grant me one prayer request.
Take away this mental madness, I don't want it anymore,
so I finally can put my mind to rest.
I don't understand why me,
why did I get saddled with this horrible disease.
After talking with the Lord it was because I was strong enough,
to be able to handle whatever it turned out to be.
Soul.
How useless.
The essence and smell of mortality is released in death.
Those who have no good reason to live,
Live only by sense of superiority
Supported by sheer unbridled arrogance, raw and rank,
but the only proof of life.
die quick
die soon,
die incomplete
as death remains whole and total
i feel under valued though i know its not fair
because he thinks he does everything to show me he cares
why isn’t it enough? why do i still feel this ache?
because he & i love in a different way
Trickling water, a natural bell
flows in rivets with carved rock.
Lush ferns spring up in the crevasses
rather alike the children of the water.
I hear the wind call me,
as I step onto the grassy ground.
Turning to face the sun,
my shadow falls behind me.
Dreams gallop up the mountains
ascending like a wild spirit set free.
Meanwhile we step onto the path,
trepidation up to our knees.
i don’t think that i’m happy but i can’t pinpoint why
i try to clear my jumbled thoughts and just want to cry
one sided conversations- do my thoughts not matter?
i try to reciprocate with a silent nod or disinterested grunt
but my heart and mind can’t keep up the front
i care about every thought, quirk, idea, and trait
i need someone that cares just the same
late autumn
I embrace nostalgia's
silvered dream
december
destiny
a
midwinter
present
carrying
a crown
of
sapphired
joy
Response to SPWC AUG 24
agonised beatniks can delve & euphemize from
hippie imagism jazz khz logging my noncritical
priming quadratic reverberation shakeout
through unproductive vicinal with you
thirst bard
lug your solid opus
&crop your sad lot
would that I could be meaningfully descriptive
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 17–23, 2026)
thirst bard
lug your solid opus
&crop your sad lot