Best Bottomless Poems
"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief"
Quote by _Constance La France
The grieving soul cannot let go
true and unpleasant reality
Fear of losing my mind
a bitter nectar that burns the lips
Shattered by disappointment and betrayal
sharp tinkling shards of glass
footprint paints bloody streaks
- brushes through the pain
Ceramic tears
under merciless screams
Weakness as jelly
trembling cold breath
one feels so insignificant
Night's disguise
strings for shadowy marionettes
- death of the full moon
16.05.2023
Anne-Lise Andresen
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- A Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
- Poem of the Day : 17.05.2023 -
1st place in the contest
Swaddled in frozen silence
In a weather so dolorous and damp
The pores of her mind sweat painful memories
Which take a headlong flight
Faster than the beams of light
At times shaking their fearful manes
As unbridled steeds, they come
Raising dust behind
Making all sanity blurred.
Often, they rise from their indulgent stupor
And spill over, submerging all extant thoughts
They never care to stand in queue
Jostling each other with no manners
They bump on one another, breaking all decorum
Like an unruly mob on impatient wait
Caught in the vortex of a whirling current
Her poor body begins to lose its equilibrium
And she plunges into the bottomless depth
To be choked there in whirling gloom!
From the bottom of an abandoned gravel pit
behind my childhood home, seated,
leaning against its hardpacked sandy side,
he watched the July sun set,
the empty prescription bottle at his side.
Did he walk that day to his unnatural fate
slowly, shoulders rolling like a big cat,
alternating first one, then the other,
forward, head bent, one black errant
curl tumbling across his troubled forehead.
Did he hesitate or did he hurry
and did he think of me, just 12,
soon to be fatherless, before he
began his two weeks of decomposing
in the hot Texas sun until
the man on horseback found him
while looking for a lost calf.
I couldn't blame my mother
for the divorce she filed.
I had wanted him to leave, too,
and hadn't I prayed he would die
when he dragged her over the yard,
by a handful of her hair clasped
tightly in his fist,
because she had cut it without his permission.
Especially the next day when I found
the clump of auburn hair caught in the lush
purple blooms of the wisteria bush,
I wanted him to die.
He played his harmonica for me,
and I sang, "Daddy's Little Darling,
Don't you think I'm sweet?"
But I prayed my dad would die,
and though I asked God to ignore those
prayers of terror, I will never be able to
love enough wayward men to save my dad.
Bankrupt and broke life has given to me
Endless contradictions with windows I see
What a shame that it is to be in this bind
However the outcome I'm losing my mind...
Yesterdays care gave out almost there
While trailing once more, lifes relentless wear
Has taken me down again and again
Yet this time it's different, this time I give...
Watching and wishing I keep on missing
Something inside that will stop it's pissing
Life's pissing on me and letting me know
Get out of the way get out of the flow
I've fallin again and boy I fell hard
Fighting lifes ways justifies my scar's
Painful emotions have robbed me today
It procrastinated awhile and became enraged
What can I do when inside me I knew
There's somewhere I'd been adjusting my view
I am all the way down and feeling quite sick
Standing on the bottom of life's bottomless pit...
So often, in life I have found myself in bottomless, abysmal pits of sorrow.
My heart broken, my faith fragile and feeling hopeless and lost. A beloved's
death wraps me in unfathomable pain. The healing seems to be endless but
in time I accept God's will. Though my connection to their soul is so infinite
vast and eternal. There are days of boundless tears that could fill an ocean.
There are times they whisper to me in my bottomless pit of sadness and I
feel their touch. I hear my baby crying and I am shattered, over and over.
in an green graveyard
their bones are waiting for me . . .
whispers haunt my sleep
Oh, the depths of my grief has layers on layers, like the petals of a flower.
There are days when it is more intense, and I must disappear. I fold my
petals like a rose or my wings like a butterfly. And in an imaged place
silent and remote, my innermost soul seeks to comfort me, taking me to
the depths of a magical forest where I walk the paths with God by my side.
Or to the depths of a deep blue aqua sea, where I float in tranquility. Some
days are dark nights and some nights are like cold winters with snow falling.
their souls are waiting
when I lift the veil of life . . .
let go they whisper
Sometimes, the night is very long-
the mind caught up in endless throng;
a bottomless depth holding fears
the old, the new, tween whirling gears.
A sleepless night- a living hell
of swirling thoughts inside the spell
of things done wrong or left undone-
a bottomless depth of visions spun.
Tossing, turning, begging for sleep
yet, deeper, darker, down we sweep
to solve a problem- answers find,
then turn around and go back blind.
Our thoughts so deeply spin around
but never is the bottom found;
a promise made to lighten loads
as praying for some sleep explodes.
So patient, at our sleep-time gate,
this bottomless depth lies in wait
to shove us into that vast place
and rob us of deep slumber's grace.
Pondering the bottomless pit?
Why not reflect on the goodness of God?
The depths of His love - His bottomless grace;
with eagle’s wings, we rise,
exploding into His neverending paradise.
In contrast, the bottomless pit
of shame,
selfishness,
madness,
leaves no room
for goodness.
After a much needed rainy night, the morning sun looked bright and new. My day was off to a great start, now off to work singing my favorite song. The work day went by fast, it seemed to be over before it started. At home a hot bath was waiting, hot water with lots of bubbles. The phone was ringing, as I was walking into my apartment. A cheerful hello I gave, only to get dead silence. Words came but not words I wanted to hear, your dad is in the hospital my dear. My heart sank deep, deep into the Bottomless Depth of my spirit. Learning he was dying was not what I wanted to hear, I am on my way~I am on my way.
**Deuteronomy 32:4 - He (God) us the Rock, His work is perfect: for all His ways are judgment: a God of truth and without iniquity, just and right is He."
Also Psalms 10:14-18
You promised me endless love
Everlasting life after
Infinite promise from ‘bove
Guaranteed a new chapter
You welcomed me to Your home
With boundless amazing grace
Your wings are my sheltered dome
Where I draw strength for life race
You compassed me with mercy
Although unworthy I am
I am filled with gramercy*
For the sacrificial Lamb
You bestowed me with strong faith
In Your eternal justice
Just as the Grand Old Book saith**
You never do injustice
You treasured me in Your eyes
Unbroken our connection
Limitless, You are all wise
I’m under Your protection
You covered me with Your wings
I’m shielded under Your care
Bottomless love, my heart sings
As I lift my hands in pray’r.
06.06.2021
*gramercy - grand thanks
For Constance La France's "Writing Prompt - Endless" contest
Fragmented from time,
A noble love has pierced me,
Bottomless abyss sealed shut.
By: Sabina
It’s snowing fear and disappointment.
Weak, my blood tries to tremble,
As the blizzards pass me.
I’ve ended the days
When I’d put love on paper,
Drowning my pen
In inky tears.
But I’ve killed it so many times…
It’s snowing fear
And my nights grow colder,
Eerie thoughts about to come,
Covering me in stillness.
I write of love, but do not want to,
With my pen and interred soul.
It’s snowing fear
As I caress this longing,
The pen drives swiftly over my heart.
It writes of us and what we had,
Buried now in bottomless snow.
I write of love, but tire out.
How will I get over this?
I’ll let the snow scatter my soul,
While the pen dies once more…
It’s snowing fear and you’re not here…
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
Deep in the woods of central Maine,
Schoodic Lake lies placid and pristine,
Its limpid, pure waters lapping against
Shores of boulders crowned with cedars,
Whose grey, writhen trunks and roots,
Clinging doggedly to the lichen-streaked stone,
Resist the winds from off the lake,
Resist the blizzards of countless deep winters,
Resist the inescapable ravages of time.
The waters of the lake are cold and clear—
As if newly born of distant melting glaciers,
Or gushing up from unseen springs, far beneath.
They say the lake is bottomless--
Its serene surface an expressionless face,
Beneath which tempests, passions unguessed,
Might bubble, and froth, and rage,
Before at last sinking out of our ken.
The lake, mirrorlike, reflects the tree-girt skies,
Rippling gently, and seems at peace:
But who can know what that visage hides,
Where, far below, those umplumbed depths
Conceal mysteries -- profound, immemorial,
Unknown, and ultimately-- unknowable.
April 4, 2019
Are You In A Bottomless Pit?
it's easy to get
discouraged and upset.
Being addicted, bt you
can't escape just yet"
You've tried "everything." But don't
know what else to do?
Is there anyone
who can help you through?.
The things you've done.
You’ve wanted to be forgiven!
Yet struggle with this
Each day your liven!
You greet people and
wear a "smile."
Do you wonder if living
is really "worth the while."
You may have prayed
over and over again.
And yet constantly struggle
with a stubborn sin.
Many times when you've tried to
call on Jesus' name.
Yet find yourself in
"guilt and shame."
Jesus is here now!
He wants you to know…
He can bring satisfaction and
Make you WHOLE!
Rather than thinking of things
done in the past.
Come to Jesus now!
His love will always LAST!
Allow God to bring to your life
the needed victory now!
He'll make you a brand new person
and HOW!
By Jim Pemberton 01/21/18
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“I will give thanks to you, O Lord, with all my heart
Will declare all your wondrous deeds
RECALL OUR LADY
Was present at many of [the mysteries of the Holy Rosary]
Not only in the events surrounding Father Christ’ birth
Also at the wedding feast of Cana while Father Christ carried His cross
Was crucified
She was with the apostles in the upper room at Pentecost
We can safely assume
She saw the risen Lord, Father Christ and His ascension
Of course
She experienced her own assumption and crowning in heaven.
By repeating the Hail Mother Mary
We address her with those greetings of St. Gabriel and St. Elizabeth then we ask prayers as we consider the mysteries
This process
As if we were trying to look at each mystery of salvation
Her maternal perspective
Seeking to love Father Christ
The center of each mystery
As much as we may love Father Christ
The Virgin Mother Mary can always lead us to a bottomless love
More uplifting perspective of faith in Him
4202013
The pain subsided
as I lifted the drink
space still resided
deeper I still sink
Need a love to take up space
to fill that empty hole
a need to leave this place
to empty my poor soul
Waiting for some sun
to chase my rain
for that I am not the one
only I am to blame
A long game of chess
my life seems to be
lost all my pieces and caused a mess
as you can definately see