Best Break One Poems
onetime-
I was just one child all alone
and I wrote one piece
a day of poetry
grandma said
take one day at a time
uniqueness singleness oneness
one place I loved
was the attic
I was the only one there
playing make-believe dreams
doing the one-step waltz with dolly
it was a one-sided conversation
and I said
dolly I for one disagree
the one person I want to marry
will come one sweet day
and it will be a unity of two
and then I would sing her a song
in a one long octave note monotonous
uniques
singleness
oneness
I liked to tell one line jokes for grandma in the kitchen
put on a one man show for mom and dad after supper
dad gave me a one dollar bill
for every poem I wrote
I still have the first one he said
be oneself
take one direction in life
and I grew up solitary
to write poems
each one is beautiful to me
I'll get a break one day
one never knows about tomorrows
I hold dear my belief in
uniqueness singleness oneness
then one sad day grandma passed away
I cried all alone in that attic
I'll see you again one day grandma
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September 3, 2015
Poetry/Free Verse/One
Copyright Protected, ID 15-705-869-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
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You are only just a baby girl
Moms' forever happiest thing in this world
But one day you will grow up too
And will probably meet a guy or two
Don't let a guy treat you bad my child
Don't let those little emotions run so wild
That you forget what you deserve
And end up settling for things less than your worth
I promise to not choose for you
But mom wish that you will choose well
My darling child you will fall in love
But pray for a guy from the good Lord above
Settle for someone who appreciate you
And making you happy is what he wants to do
Don't lose your voice in this thing called love
Don't ever feel like you're not good enough
Find your voice and stand up for what's right
Fight for your heart with all your might
I promise Mom will not choose for you
But Mom hope that you will choose well
Go after the things you always wanted
But not a guy who take you for granted
Love him, but not if you have to long to be loved
My child pray for a guy from above
Even if your little heart should break one day
Don't hang on to things not worth the stay
You can come to mom and pour out your heart
And together we'll pray for a good guy from God
Mom promise to not choose for you
But mom hope that you will choose well
I hope you will make the right choices in life
That to a good husband you'll one day be wife
A forever kind of happiness and being treated well
Not with a guy making you feel you can't be yourself
There is a chance that your little heart may break
Mom can't promise that life is a piece of cake
But you can come to mom and pour out your heart
Together we'll pray for a good man from God
Mom promise to not choose a guy for you
But mom pray that you will choose well
Don't just give away your heart
Of your entire body it's the most fragile part
You don't have to keep your heart forever
But open it to a guy to whom your heart matter
You are exceptional and worth all the love
From the guy you prayed for, from the good Lord above
One thing that will make you sad
Is if you settle for a guy who treat you bad
Mom promise to not choose a guy for you
But my love mom hope you'll choose well
*Dedicated to my 11 month old daughter who will one day fall in love*
I want to be me, but I want us too.
I am not me unless you are part of me.
I deserve one more chance.
Everybody does actually.
One mistake does not make a relationship
So why should it break one?
Especially a good one.
We are part of each other, for life.
You cannot discard me. Disrespect me, sure.
Maybe I deserve a bit of that, but we are linked for life.
We are blood; you cannot deny that.
I want to be me, but I want us too.
I am not me unless you are part of me
So forgive me. I am begging you.
I know I am not perfect, but I am your imperfect person.
Whatever I have to do, I will do. Please just ask. The answer is yes.
Sometimes when I read about love
And I am into the page
And I remember myself when I was
Coming of age
I don’t see any reason to not ever
Give this away
I see no musical instrument
For me to play
But I will sing alone as I wait out
Everyday
Seems to me I have always just
Felt this way
Seems like everyone I want to love
Never will stay
No matter how I hold on tight it keeps
Getting away
So I shiver inside my own cold soul
Everyday
As I wait the time when you come to
Finally stay
And it’s ok to fall in love and
Drift away
But it’s only a dream and I dream
I drifted away
And I feel inside of this dream
I may stay
When I think of all the times I cry
and that’s every day
I just sleep and dream of music someday
I will play
It’s such a cold and long
Lonely wait
But I cannot break one in two
It is my fate
Seems now I am always afraid
If I ever think of what I owe
I have already paid
I only hope someone finds a way in
It’s getting late
Still I wait so patiently and I
Opened the gate
All my dreams may have to drop inside
and permanently wait
And walk forever on a crooked road
I will never get straight
A bullet meant for one has somehow hit us both...
We tried to share more then we could but with little hope..
Now two hearts lay on the floor as pieces flow away..
I wanted you and her but my mind just couldn't stay..
To break one without the other is magic trick not found..
So now I lay here with my heart that barely makes a sound...
The hands of time I can not move or somehow change this mess..
I tried to have it all but I just ended up with less...
I damaged my own feelings by lying to her
Now I can’t live my days without my pearl
I never did realize, she makes my heart stirred
I’m on my insanity, my chance has been hurled
Her face now is my nightmare I can’t leave off
Lurking my thoughts of her wise and magic touch
What was inside me, I’d bled her heart and love
These make me drown my heart where evils crouch
Regret makes me awake yet in time kills me more
Death would only make me suffer inside the earth’s core
To live this curse is my only option
Until her forgiveness drunk by me as the curing potion
First 8 stanza: By Michael J. Falotico
9th-end: me
:)
* Always a pleasure to collaborate with him :)
I'm dreaming with mother
I'm dancing with father
i'm laughing with brother
i'm dressing up with sister
i'm sitting in grandfather's lap
i'm talking to grandmother
i'm singing with auntie
i'm helping unlce
i'm dressing cousin
One by one
Two and two
Three to four
There is no war,that can tear me from you
Five by five
Six and six
Seven to eight
This was the last memory I have of you all.Catch me,free me,bring me back to life,watch over me,and set peace over my head.
Nine by nine
Ten and ten
Eleven to twelve
What more could I'll tell you? Did you not hear the words that came from my mouth as I ran toward you?
One by two
Three and four
Five to six
Catch me when I fall.
Free me from my chains.
Bring me back to life and away from the grave.
Watch over me while I walk through this valley of the ignorant and dead.
Set the peace over my head,that i may control what fury I carry inside.
Seven by eight
Nine and ten
Should we use are words and speak and use are actions and break one another? What reason could we show if we lose part in memories that were so perfect and harmless.
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Just how many times must i say it again?
I'm dreaming with mother
I'm dancing with father
i'm laughing with brother
i'm dressing up with sister
i'm sitting in grandfather's lap
i'm talking to grandmother
i'm singing with auntie
i'm helping unlce
i'm dressing cousin
What a peaceful exist this is and should always be.
The headland bush is paradise,
especially through the week,
there's rocks to climb; a couple of caves,
and a shaded running creek.
Ron and I have found secret spots,
where we can hide our fishing poles,
and we don't need no swimming gear,
when we swim in the fishing holes.
There are no roads for cars and such,
just tracks on the forest floors,
so we seek our destinations,
on trails made by wombat paws,
And we're lucky when it's lunchtime,
for we can sit down in some glade,
then feast on oranges and apples,
after sandwiches that Mum made.
We're loving what we're doing here;
our knowledge seems to grow and grow.
We've learnt all about conserving.
We catch a fish and let it go.
We’ve been bit by angry bull-ants,
that gave us pain to send us numb.
We rub the stings with bracken fern,
because we couldn't tell no one.
We know the names of all the birds,
and the plants and pretty flowers,
or where the sun sits in the sky,
at the finish of schooling hours.
For when we're in the headland bush,
we really only break one rule;
we're learning what we want to learn -
we're just not learning in the school.
Dear Anonymous,
The way she touched her hair. Leaned her head to the side. Her eyes
danced with mine, turning crimson I looked away.
Did everyone see me?
Her voice was magical. My mind acknowledged every movement. My heart
took me to places that were not present. Butterflies still live.
How could this be? I have lived like no other. I am no modern man. I have
seen death. I have encountered danger. I have been both good and wicked.
Who is she? She has picked my lock, opened the gates.
My clothes were the garb of a thrift rack. God, how I felt a stranger. Could
she know this? Had she seen the real me, despite my costume? Need I feel
shame for truth? Truth is all I am.
We walked, she laughed a time or two. The air became cool. I shivered like
a child. How could I tell her; I had no coat. I am poor dear? What is poor?
Her touch was electric. I felt like I had found what was lost. Her fingers
long and slender. She grabbed my hand, held it to her comfort. Did she feel;
what I felt?
She says she will see me, again. Then she will know more. She will know my
life, try as I might I cannot hide my journey. It is a story to be told. I have
accumulated nothing. I have learned, however, more than I can carry. It is
my story that enchants; am I more than a story? Will she walk away? Will I
sit and feel empty; feel loss for the never was?
Yet, how could I not walk that precipice? How could I not risk the fragility of
my being? My soul would not rest without knowledge.
Now I sit, melancholy ballads guide my mind to both heartbreak and bliss. I
both dream and fancy a lovers' tale. Yet, I secretly desire the tragedy. The
dear John letter, call, or lunch. "You know this is nice, but..." Then I can
crawl back in my mind again.
My mental space shares rent, a roommate that prods on desire. I cannot
endure heart break one more time. I am too old to walk on this path, my
angst is gone. I used to say, "Better to have loved, than not love at all!"
Foolhardy! Holding hands with loneliness is safe.
Dear Anonymous, will you be there? Will you listen? For I fear that she will
stay, and I will be lost.
From,
Lost in the forest.
Poem based on a dream I had one night.
"Daddy, Daddy, let me come to work with you today",
She stood there sobbing as I drove away,
And in the rearview mirror I saw her crying as she waved,
And felt my heart break one more time again.
Everyday was just the same; I said she couldn't come,
My days were busy and I hadn't time,
To hold my baby on my knee and tell her how I felt,
Or have a cup of her 'pretending tea'.
My days were full of things to do and people I must see,
With meetings, shops and sometimes interviews,
And she would have to understand that Daddy's days were full,
And she would have to wait 'til he got home.
But even then there wasn't time to listen to her dreams,
Or watch her as she showed me how she danced,
And when she went to bed and asked if I would read a book,
I said, "Another time and maybe then."
Another day; I'm in the car and heading off to work,
And in the rearview mirror I see a face,
It's no one that I recognize or anyone I know,
A woman with a tear upon her cheek.
And then the image changes and I see a little girl,
Who's calling for her Daddy to be there,
To see the woman she's become while he was working late,
And tell her that he loves her all the same.
Now it was just a vision, but I turned that car around,
And went back home to where my baby was,
And picked her up and held her tight and told her I was there,
And took her to her Daddy's work today.
“Cats teach us how to enjoy life. They savor every moment, from
the warm sun on their backs to the joy of a well-played pounce.”
– Anonymous
Snow stopped rubbing against my leg to get attention
when he became curious about Christmas tree lights
tangled all over the floor to the point of contention.
I saw him begin nibbling the bulbs, taking little bites,
so I shooed him away in a moment of apprehension,
afraid that he might break one. Oh, the hypertension!
That lasted all of thirty seconds, and Snow was back,
crouched in hunt mode, his eyes locked on a string.
I saw him tense, creeping closer, ready for the attack.
He chattered and launched himself like a coiled spring,
landing in strings and ran as if he was on a racetrack.
I reached for my camera. It was moment for my Kodak!
Instead of being frightened, he was perfectly content
to walk around, wrapped in lights from head to toe,
so, I let him prance like that for a while without dissent.
But when I tried to take them off, I got a hiss from Snow
letting me know that giving them up was not his intent.
It became a problem that I had to cleverly circumvent.
I thought that turning on the lights I'd already strung
might change his mind and fill Snow with a bit of fright
so, I busied myself with ornaments and stockings hung,
then found him cozied up beneath the tree. What a sight!
He was licking each brightly colored globe with his tongue.
That string still tightly wound around him, they were flung.
I didn't have the heart to take away his brand new toy.
While soothing him with my voice, I plugged him in,
standing by in case he was scared, but not my lil' boy.
Here's the photo and I swear, Snow is wearing a grin.
He's asleep before the hearth, on a pillow of corduroy.
A memory to treasure on this Christmas filled with joy.
When I placed a golden star atop my Christmas tree
I heard the faint mewing from beside the fireplace.
Snow's big blue eyes were open wide as if in plea.
I just couldn't stand the sad look upon my kitty's face
and put a star on his head, then got a holder for a battery
so his lights could move with him. Now, he's purring at me.
What and how to tell a person if u see them in dreams,
And may be flirt a little or may be little romance with them
Hold hands walk a little, with background of lovely flowers
Little misty, little cold, closer we walk along the roads
Not able to make out the place yet its a heavily sight
Not able to make sure it its real but living moments
I close my eyes to capsulation each 'ada*' of hers
Her charming face, soothing and refreshing smiles
Dressed in the baby pink churiday, flowery kameez
How i wish it last for, unending joys it spreading
Closer i pull her with my hand on her silky hips
She with a shy smile looks down as she come
Closer to my heart, and merges into my soul
I clasps my hand tightly in hers walk into garden
We see a rose bushes smiling at our little romance
I wanting to give her the rose, break one out.
In a way a thorn pricks to spill some blood
She quickly pulls my hand to her soft mouth
Like a professional vampire suck the blood
Ooh! Was it hurting or it was the ecstasy
That i wake from my dream with smiles
For i know it was a dream i shall behold
For long as i can till i send her my dream
Enclosed in verses for her heart to read..
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*Ada is Hindi/Udu word meaning a combination of words that include 'Style'; + Movements; Grace etc..
No smile in sight, to break one for once would be to err in social graces,
So for the sake of keeping grace solemnity will hold sway of our faces,
A walk turns to drudge, conversation to drawl,
All faces are ashen & silence for all,
It's forced, I know this, I scream in my head,
This nonsensical downtrodden respect for the dead,
In life this one moved me with power, storms: laughter or tears,
We should party, celebrate this life not bask in our fears,
It's our own mortality we weep for, selfish tears used untrue,
In games of who's sadder, them, me or you?
Funeral phonies, Postmortem players, In Insincerity only are you sincere,
I refuse to adhere, I'll say goodbye by raising a beer,
So have fun with your pomp & faux tear,
You've heard the story of Goldilocks
And the bears that chased her away
But now it's time to tell the truth
'Cause it didn't really happen that way
Goldilocks weighed four hundred pounds
She'd eat anything in sight
And It didn't matter what it was
She still had to have one bite
Now the whole town knew of her appetite
So they locked their food in storage
And that just left those poor little bears
Who was just trying to cool their porridge
Now she could smell food a mile away
For she had an amazing snout
But still she waited to make certain
Those bears had ventured out
She didn't just break one of those chairs
She actually broke all three
Remember, she weighed four hundred pounds,
And was as fat as she could be?
She wandered into the bedroom
And broke each one of their beds
So she curled up on the floor to sleep
With three pillows under her head
While she slept, those bears came home
And they were as hungry as could be
Did I mention she broke the remote control
To the bear's big screen tv?
Anyway, the bears had finally had it
That's all that they could take
In their rage they didn't notice
That goldilocks was now awake
So they trapped her in the corner
And were poised for the attack
But goldilocks was still hungry
And was looking for a snack
Needless to say she ate those bears
I know this story seems crude
But I'm just trying to warn you
To make sure you hide your food
Based on Goldilocks and the Three Bears
I live in a box
Up right and
The horizontal position
While I was let in
I fight for breaking it
Try to open a side
In the light or
In the dark
To have freedom
Go back to the past
And look at it
The box is too small
From the position that I see
I live in another box
Within many boxes
Up right and horizontal
Perhaps without a position
Jump from one to another
In days and nights
To catch happiness
To grab hopes
To extend unlimited bounds
Meanwhile I dream for freedom
I want to break one
That I feel a pressure
Instead of break
I am granted a window
To open and to close
Whenever I wish
Not to flee
But to live
I live in a box
Within boxes
As I did in the past
I want to come out
From the vicious cycle boxes of the box
And also from the box
Udaya R. Tennakoon
"I don't call them New Year's Resolutions. I prefer the term:
Casual Promises to myself that I am under no legal obligation
to fulfill." ~ jamonkey.com
I've given thought, after a titch of consideration,
to make New Year's resolutions... such a vexation
I hesitated to do so without serious contemplation
because quite often I'm led astray by temptation
I will write better poetry to post on the Soup
Be more productive among my peer group
Mind my own business, on others I won't snoop
But won't swear not to write limericks about poop.
I will waive my penchant for chocolate... well, maybe
That will be the most difficult resolution to keep for me
I vow to give up margaritas and switch to sweet tea
And I'll put it all in writing. I'll even sign that decree!
I will not let sticks and stones break my bones
I'll just blame it on an imbalance of her hormones
Or on a guy who acts like one of the Flintstones
Maybe on a plethora of a million other unknowns
I will forgive anyone who screams at me in rants
I will not respond like there are ants in my pants
I seriously promise that I will give peace a chance
Smoke a peace pipe instead of doing a war dance
I will consider it a compliment to be called 'mean girl'
By anyone who derogatorily behaves like a churl
I'll have more patience, so my temper doesn't unfurl
And smile more often. I'll give that thought a whirl
I will make it a definite priority as one of my goals
To walk away from bullies and persnickety trolls
Wooly wolves who pretend to be sheep in their roles
But who expose themselves as taunting buttholes
I am determined to start eating much healthier food
knowing it's a required taste that I've not yet accrued
I believe I will enjoy life more with a positive attitude
And ignore negative folks who like practicing turpitude
I will do my utmost best not to break one resolution
But if I do, I must supplicate for leniency and absolution
I'll not give up a resolution without making a substitution
If you see me cheating, take my chocolate as retribution