Best Breaking Off Poems
I wish I knew how, had ability to turn
away from you and not look back to see if it
affected you, my turning away, walking off.
I want you to miss this, and I fail to pass off
the distance as a gravely unfortunate turn
of events, see truth within desperation, it
blinds, consumes, and (I hate to, but) I admit it
impossible to justify the breaking off
of any contact to once again inward turn.
I want to reach within, find this, and turn it off.
Such a romantic place on a beach in Monte Carlo
Simple little things in life catching one's breath
Moonlight glinting of waves breaking off a white sandy beach
Faraway thoughts brown eyes crying in an ocean dream song
Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything
Silent whispers echoes binding our chain together tides speak
Do you remember the white doves that followed us along the beaches
Each link in your arm magic walks closer feelings sing inside a joyous choir enchants
Nature nurtured by the desire to fulfill dreams makes time stop
Holds deep sea emotions a galloping white steed races home in warm waves kiss
The natures mesmerizing perfume of fragrant flowers
Where destiny paints the joy in butterflies dance on a warm loving breeze
Such is the passion in the depths of ones soul
Jewels needle vision flies without wings heaven sings in a spiral coloring rainbows
No barriers closed no reasons withstand
The midnight moon shades blue embraced one shadow two become one dream
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid
and Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 30.01.2015 -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
WALKING WITH JESUS
You kiss the sky with blue
and beard it with
Your soft white clouds,
breaking off in different directions
that come and go like dreams.
Your eyes see everywhere;
they light the throne room
to Your universe.
They are a dazzling reminder
of where Heaven is.
Let me walk with You
beyond Your mountaintops.
There is no one like You.
You are the King, the promise
to a better life.
Janet Marie Bingham
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Such a romantic place on a beach in Monte Carlo
Simple little things in life catching one's breath
Moonlight glinting of waves breaking off a white sandy beach
Faraway thoughts brown eyes crying in an ocean dream song
Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything
Silent whispers echoes binding our chain together tides speak
Do you remember the white doves that followed us along the beaches
Each link in your arm magic walks closer feelings sing inside a joyous choir enchants
Nature nurtured by the desire to fulfill dreams makes time stop
Holds deep sea emotions a galloping white steed races home in warm waves kiss
The natures mesmerizing perfume of fragrant flowers
Where destiny paints the joy in butterflies dance on a warm loving breeze
Such is the passion in the depths of ones soul
Jewels needle vision flies without wings heaven sings in a spiral coloring rainbows
No barriers closed no reasons withstand
The midnight moon shades blue embraced one shadow two become one dream
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen
Turn Back The Clock
Six months have now passed since I learned of your death
Still grapple with the reality that you no longer draw breath
Taking your own life left me feeling bewildered and shocked
If I could make a Genie's wish this is one reality I like blocked
Hanging yourself at just forty four with so much soul to give
If only I could turn back the clock and make you want to live
You kept many secrets from me , sadly depression was one
I know if I knew there was probably nothing I could have done
It explains so much, the lies, the absences and why you drank
Holding tightly to your secret instead of being morally frank
Whenever you saw me, you hug me so tight and tell me you loved me
Bursting into tears at grocery store realizing you again I would never see
I miss your emails sent monthly with heartwarming pictures attached
Pleading with me to give us another chance if I ever became unattached
Ironically I learned of your death six days after breaking off with other guy
Lives hand dealt swiftly and harshly as from heaven I'm sure you seen me cry
So many incredible happy memories of you I hold dearly in my heart
I feel you around me, you're with me in spirit even though we are apart
I hope your now at peace and happy that Kim and I are chums
Please be our guardian angel and protect us until our time comes
RIP Lee aka Bam Bam .....Love, Pebbles
I live everyday in a prison cell - trapped
I rattle the bars, but no one can hear
How long can I stay - here?
My thoughts never leaving my mind
Like messages intercepted by strict guards
They're left behind to rot.
I've found that when I speak
My voice squeaks - soft, childish sounds
Thoughts flow without control
So I slam the door shut
Swallow the key
I'll be content in this jail
With thoughts for company.
All alone with my mind
I grow disillusioned
In my confusion
One thought consumes
The search for freedom.
I wail and shriek with such fury
That the Jailer comes
Placing pen in my hand
His one command - Write!
And my cries intensify
I'll never escape!
I put pen to paper
Hopeless, longing
A few thoughts fly free
Breaking off, releasing me
And I find that when I write
I speak in whatever voice I choose
My thoughts orderly diffuse
Touching pen to paper
I am Master
I own my own mind.
And inside - finally free
Released from incarceration
The chains relax - I breathe.
With pen to paper
For a few moments, just a precious few
I roam the playground of consciousness
Exploring, searching,
Finally autonomous - I just am.
With pen to paper
I am most me.
I have the freedom to be -
Who I am -
Minus filters and lies.
With pen to paper
The words course through my blood
Surging, overtaking
Beating out their song of freedom
Until we are one.
Indeed, a strange wedding cake!
This is real strange, I must say.
You must absolutely hear this, I pray.
Almond marzipan, on stands masked with black chocolate;
Candy laces and ribbons made its beautiful garbs.
I ponder; why in God’s name, eat all these carbs!
Seriously, are these black Fondant roses I see here?
Quite an evolution from our traditional bride’s pie!
Well…what does this imply?
Dreading a wedding life with dark future
or does it symbolize breaking off with past lovers;
Invited surely to take the party's leftovers!
As the knife cut through innocent white,
dark jelly oozes out and trickles down the levels,
staining the spotless damask into perfect designs of devils!
Red marmalade takes its turn to flow down into rivulets.
The bride and the bridegroom poke a finger, each
to share it and I hear a spine chilling screech…
All I see is their demoniac grin as I make it to the exit!
22/02/17
Contest 'Relishing cake' by Julia Ward
8th prize out of 10 - Glory
Judged 7/03/17
Tom, Dick and Harry all walked in a line
as they wove through the jungle's tall trees,
The sounds from above sent shivers down their spines
but they all felt safe walking in threes.
'Shush...did you hear that?' whispered Tom from the back,
'something snapped in that undergrowth thick',
'Just a tree' said Harry,'with a branch breaking off '
' Even trees must get old ', snorted Dick.
As they trudged off ahead 'Did you hear that?' Dick said,
' like a rumble, it seemed very close'
'Just a storm' , Harry chirped, 'quite far off, it won't hurt,
jungles get lots of them, I suppose'
Later on, far ahead 'did you hear that?' Harry said,
'like a roar, and it sounded REAL close!',
no reply, wondered why, turned around, they were gone-
and the Tiger's breath tickled his nose.
For contest 'Shush...did you hear that?', sponsor Anthony Slausen
12th September 2018
Shhhhhhhhhhhh…… Husssshhhhhh
Waves sidle up to the beach
in simple companionship
the gritty sand
creeps into every crevice of my toes
reflecting off the blue waters
the full moon and stars
fill up what otherwise
would be a hole,
miles and miles of darkness
what a miracle
I think smiling the sweet smile
one wears when content.
Then a low, keening sound joins the salt in the air
the hair on my arms
raises eerily
right on pitch with the awful noise
and a tremor runs through my body
it’s a dream
a dream
a dream
I whisper desperately
but the piteous pleading
continues to tear
through the night’s mirage of serenity
it calls as if it’s being ripped apart and I can’t breathe.
my heart shrieks in terror and pity
noisily I trip through the shallows
heaving for breath.
It’s a dream
but I feel the drenched gown
clinging to my skin
and the traitorous idea to help whatever it is
bouncing around in my mind
In a split second my world dissolves
water encompasses me on every side
the leering faces of horrible creatures
with big,
black eyes and little, jagged teeth
pop out at me
as their nails dig into my flesh
dragging me down deeper into dark water
It’s a dream
But I hear the moaning breaking off
and transforming into watery giggles
the silence of the entire ocean
slamming into my ears
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Visions
The trail failed into a single wavy vision,
Sideswiped by jingles racing faster than us.
Shortly ahead were cut-out caves.
We rested.
Closed our red puffed eyes.
Dreamed of what might be real.
Scintilating. glistening silver-toned baubles.
In our hands, bunches of orange daisies--
Wilted, dried and breaking off petals onto ivory toned sand.
We buried them.
We put the baubles to bed.
Our dreams became faux genuine.
We watched what followed.
Heavy drops of red hot desert water
Making deep holes on each side of us
Just missing our sun drenched legs.
Out of the cave, yellow snakes with mahogany stripes
Slowly bounced out of our dreams into our hands.
Could we actually hold them, here in the dreams?
We did.
Reaching for some petals,
They smelled good.
We dreamt of smoking them.
I laughed and laughed at him.
In his funny delight, he pounced out of the cave,
Danced up and down on the red hot sand.
He laughed and laughed until my belly laughs
Pushed me onto the cave's side.
The sand covered me as I continued laughing.
He jumped into the next faux cave
And laughed as we both were covered
With the ivory sand.....except our faces. no doubt.
We envisioned all around us-----horses,
Paint horses with riders from long ago.
They had red paint on their faces,
More colorful and brighter than ours.
Their headdresses carried feathers of eagles.
Our respected laughing was joined in by them.
In their hands were more colorful pipes and the smoke
Swirled all around us and the caves and them.
We all laughed till we were hungry.
We all sat and roasted hot dogs....and introduced ourselves.
Dreams were set aside.
When of the world of doctors,I am sick.
When diagnosis is not any aid
When from the choices given, I cannot pick
Although I feel my deepest debts were paid.
Then off from thinking I must take my mind
To gaze upon the beauty of the woods
And feel the sun not fiery, even kind.
It warms and heartens even my cold blood.
The trees are calm for they have grown deep roots
Though storms may strike their trunks and branches too
breaking off new tender green tipped shoots
They sway and take it without much to do.
Strength needs flexibility and give;
With no such, the brittle shall not live
The darkness of the night and the depths inside
Is clipped by the glare of the soulless dim moon
Slicing through the water, breaking off the tide
A black crow belts his caw making one to swoon
There’s a straw house, quite decrepit and lonely
No light strays inside this house which is empty
The beach of despair carries many footsteps
With all seeming to end nowhere, no free steps
Russell Sivey
Contest: razor sharp
Sponsor: Nathan A.
6/26/2013
I told her, we're all just a mess an she would never see a mess that's put together like me, but I remind her, I'm a mountain she turned into an avalanche. Pieces of me have been breaking off that she keeps taking an never replaces with her love.
I'm the Titanic an she's the iceberg I've crashed into. When I saw her, I became naive to believe the most beautiful thing could ever damage me. I became the sky at midnight with beauty to hold, but she's too tired to notice.
I became the sun. They said, if you stare at me without blinking longer than ten seconds, you'd go blind. Maybe that's why she never could love me the way I loved her.
I became a tragedy that turned into art an she was wrong. I may be a mess and it's complicated to clean up, but she should've known, not to fall in love with broken glass.
Open up the Mask Drawer Please
I cackled delight as I opened up my mask drawer.
Naughty Wednesday mask was on top. It had a permanent stamp on it that said “Call in sick.”
Wednesday is the longest day at work, an extra hour every Wednesday.
In the back of my mind, I felt Purple. Purple I kept thinking. I know Sunday’s mask is purple.
I glared at yellow-green mask; distorted, ugly, hideously angry. I tried never to wear my
Angry mask. Nothing shuts children down faster or harder than Angry mask.
Being a school counselor, I know that it’d be better for me to stay home than wear Angry mask.
On a whim I throw it on the floor and began stamping it into the carpet.
My husband comes around the corner and says “Boo.”
So glad I had that can of vegetable soup in my hand. I am in such a rare form mood when I’m
Anywhere near Angry mask. Husband yelps, and wisely retreats,
In a small scared voice I hear him ask, “Where is pink mask?”
“Probably in the washer, because I’ll bet you forgot to DRY it TODAY!” Angry mask and I yell, angrily.
I can hear the pitter patter of a husband’s feet. Hear the dryer open. Happy mask is flung inside the room with us.
Angry mask and I glower at it.
“Come on,” My muse says. “You could try to change your mood.”
You’d think me being a school counselor and teaching children they are in charge of their own moods – changes, swings, etc. I could do this. I struggle to think of my best lesson for changing attitude. Aha!
Now I remember. I pull out stop sign. Hold it up to the mirror where a mean angry woman is glaring at me. God, she’s old! Much older than I ever think I am.
“STOP!” the reflection and I yell. “STOP! Your mood is up to you. You can be mad for a week, a day, an hour, or….” A buzzer goes off. Time to get up. I run over and slam the alarm clock into the floor hard,
Breaking off every piece I can.
“STOP!” the stop sign in my head yells. “STOP! STOP! STOP!”
I am taking a hammer to it now.
I really have to get off the steroids.
Too bad my choice is between breathing or sleeping.
And yes, Mom, I have NOT slept in 5 days, and do you want to fight me, really?
You are 84 years old, and I know you can take me out as well as you put me in….
Damn steroids.
I’d best go back to the doctor today.
I love my job, and I certainly
Don’t want medication to
Make me lose it.
I reach for Pink Mask.
4:33 PM 29 Nov 2014
Walking through the night with my blinders on
Haunted by the memories of an old country song
The chains of the past finally wearing thin and breaking off
The dawn ahead in my tunnel vision warm and soft
Invites me to the future where there is the land of the free
Gotta keep these blinders fastened tight so I can see what will be
The anchor in my heart so heavy tearing it in two
I can not turn back though my heart be torn through
The pain so hard to bear
Pain that know one can share
But when I reach that beautiful land
On my two feet I will stand
I will stand strong without the chains
I will stand tall without the pain
I will overcome this life and Live!