Best Constant Poems
I needed, craved, and desired you very much;
I loved the feel of you going down,
Over the years, you were a constant crutch.
With you, I loved to paint the town.
You gave me the courage to speak my mind,
With you, I could escape my harsh reality.
I thought you were real and one of a kind,
But you were an illusion, your specialty.
Why didn't you tell me that you were a fake?
And your whole purpose was to rob and take.
You took my health, family, and my job,
I was left by myself just to sit and sob.
I turned to you because I was hurt and in much pain,
All I wanted was shelter from the pouring rain.
You are no longer a friend in my corner,
If you stayed, I would be visiting the coroner.
Although I am free of your vices today
I struggle, and I am only one DRINK away……..
From RELAPSE and I value my SOBRIETY,
it happens to be a top priority.
I trust in God every day that I don't slip
back into my ADDICTION,
But it is going to take prayer, 12 steps,
a support system, and dedication.
12-22-2020
Contest: Addiction
Sponsor: Rob Levasseur
N/A
Submitted to be N/A 2020
Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placed 3rd
I am Prometheus on the rock.
Your eyes are constant as the moon,
Winter streets I never wandered,
Pristine lakes when swans have flown.
Your eyes are constant as the moon,
The swans have nested at your eyes,
Frozen lakes where amulets like lilies float,
Black and bottomless in onyx guise.
Winter streets I never wandered,
Azure lanes conveying swans into the night,
Frozen moon shine for me the rock, my heart,
Your eyes are constant in my sight.
Pristine lakes when swans have flown,
Placid down of winter streets
When moons like lilies black in onyx guise,
Implore as amulets when glances meet.
I am Prometheus on the rock.
Your eyes are constant as the moon,
Winter streets I never wandered,
Pristine lakes when swans have flown.
7th Place
Best Romantic Write May-July 2017
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Posted 5/1/17
Today's date: 7/25/17
Change is the only constant
In life, we meet some,
Some meet us.
In this odyssey of life, some people stay with us, others leave us.
The ones who stays are ought to be those who care for us,
And those who leave are those for whom we cared for.
In this hustle and bustle of life,
There is only one person whom we thing won’t ever change.
But how can one be so sure about it,
When change is the only constant!!
When we meet people,
We are not aware of the fact that
We may meet someone,
Who would become an inseparable part of this life.
When we cross people,
We never even turn back to see if there is someone for us,
But in this marathon of life, we find someone special,
Whom we feel as a friend,
A consoler and a confider.
We try to find everything in that person.
Once we are sure that we won’t ever lose him,
The next moment we realise,
But how can one be so sure about it,
When change is the only constant!!
Well! It’s not when you fall for someone,
It’s when you become serious for the one,
It’s when the smile of that person you feel is your divine.
It’s when you start getting obsessed with the person.
It’s when all the above takes place that you realise that oops! I fell in love!
After this, we feel that the person whom we love is everything,
Food, shelter, embracement, everything.
We start trusting our future,
But how can one be so sure about it,
When change is the only constant!!
After love, what hurts the most is when you lose the love.
After changing yourself for someone, you expect the one to change,
But the only things that change are the attitude and rudeness.
Well! Falling in love is easy, a matter of attachments,
Coming out of it is what needs true strength!!
Pouring from leaden clouds
Flooding houses and gardens
A constant dark rain
Aus bleiernen Wolken
Flut in Häusern und Gärten
Endloser Sturzregen
De nubes plomizas
Inundando casas y jardines
Continuo aguacero
Curiosity concerning Careen’s covert chocolate and candy cache
causes children’s cartoon crusader Charlie a calamity!
Careen’s childminding cousin Charlie and carelessly closes her candy cupboard ...
curious Charlie’s no cherub, and can’t curb his constant candy craving
Charlie champs continually on copious chunks of candy and chocolate
Chomping contentedly on chewy coffee caramels and candy canes.
Charleston chews and Careen’s costly chocolate caramel crunch clusters
Charlie carelessly chucks the crinkled coverings on the carpet
Careen clocks Charlie chomping candy from her confectionary collection
Careen’s candy and chocolate is cherished
Consequently, Careen cannot condone cousin Charlie’s crafty crime ...
Careen’s crotchety and cross at Charlie’s out of character conduct
and contemplates contacting the cops
Charlie cringes and claims clemency,
claiming he can’t control his cravings... he’s a covert chocoholic connoisseur
Careen can’t commiserate, calling Charlie a complete cad!
Charlie’s complains his canine crown is cracked
and the chewy candy’s caused cavernous cavities
Calmly Careen closes and chains her candy cupboard
then chuckles coldheartedly at Charlie’s candy catastrophe!
Cowering on a Careen’s comfy couch, Charlie cries continually
Charlie is a complete coward and can’t cope with caries caused by candy...
He deplores and detests the drone of the dentist’s drill!
Charlie's Cartoon Characters Curiously Careen And Crusade Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
11/18/18
My head spins and I zone out.
This storm rants and raves,
Tossing me violently to and fro'.
I struggle to go forward,
Only to be taken aback.
Surrounded by vivid memories,
I can't evade myself.
I am unable to see straight.
I can't walk,
Let alone walk a straight line.
I'm bound to this raging sea of
Pain and confusion and self- repremand
For something I could not have helped
At such a young age.
A young soul, a young heart;
A young mind, old flashbacks.
I'm wasting my time
Trying to get free.
There is no way out.
This is not a dream.
The crashing of the waves remind me,
Constantly renewing the sound in my mind of
The gunshot that rang out so clearly.
I fall,
Reminding myself that he fell;
He fell hard.
Was it the drugs?
Was it depression, agony of the soul?
Was he lonely?
Was it anything at all?
Again, I hear the waves hit the rocks.
Again, I am reminded of the gunshot.
Again, I'm tossed here and there.
Again, I fall.
Again, my head spins.
Again, I zone out.
Then I do it all over again.
Do your ears hear-
tiny movements very near?
Do your eyes see-
every millisecond, a different me?
Do your senses acknowledge-
the spasmodic shifts of energy?
Wavelengths and balance-
universal constant change,
can it be?
Illusions engulfing empty space,
as if everything has only one designated place.
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Allusions alluding a mass confusion,
as if insanity has no restitution.
No substitution for the damage these waves cause;
just for a second-
i wish i could pause.
instead i applaud the controller of waves,
controlling this place-
an endless madness beyond time and space.
- CS | -TC
Misplaced words and blogs,
Misplaced friendships and response,
No thoughts to others.
A fight between life and death;
Each day could be the last in the fight against the disease.
Carcinoma,Leukemia,Sarcoma; The three of Many classifications of the disease, and
The signs don’t always appear soon enough.
Each day could be the last in the fight against the disease.
The Three Cases: die in a blink of an eye, slowly die, or beat the disease;
The signs don’t always appear soon enough.
The feeling of slipping away each day even more than yesterday.
The Three Cases: die in a blink of an eye, slowly die, or beat the disease.
The wish to beat the disease, and
The feeling of slipping away each day even more than yesterday.
The wait for the results; Is it gone or here to stay? Is this the last day?
The wish to beat the disease,
Carcinoma,Leukemia,Sarcoma; The three of Many classifications of the Disease.
The wait for the results; Is it gone or here to stay? Is this the last day?
A fight between life and death...
Teardrop
Crimson rivers flood our streets For every fallen fellow man
As hatred rears its head White, black, and in-between
Bullets penetrate our peace Heartbreak follows everyone
And leave our innocent dead… Its color is unseen.
Does pigment of the skin reflect So many tears are shed today
The morals we hold deep Tomorrow will bring more
It’s not our color that defines The weight of teardrops crushes deep
Who hurts more when they weep. And drowns one to the core…
Misguided by a blind desire Approach mankind with loving eyes
To judge our fellow man Look deep and cause no fear
Such bias tempts a sinful act Skin color shows no person’s soul
We strive to understand. For all teardrops are clear...
Prejudice still finds a way -By: Meghan C. Hutchings
To seal a person’s fate
This cycle, kept alive by few
Who live and die through hate...
This world may always harbor some
Whose ignorance won’t cease
But glance around with open eyes
Most people yearn for peace.
constant hum
human voices...
fall morn eating out
I do not walk this “Way’ alone,
My Savior walks by my side.
He is my constant companion,
And ever faithful friend and guide.
Sometimes, the way grows dark and dreary,
And I cannot see Him close by.
Then I hear His voice speaking to me,
And I know He didn’t move…It was I.
When I am drawn away by cares
That are common to life here,
Jesus whispers, ‘Stay close to me, child,”
And in the darkness, I sense He is near.
Domestication
Politicization rules
Socialization
The change in which you undergo
May change the rest of time
So as we change you need to know
That one day I will make you mine
Constant in which constants stay
Forever till the after
As the moon sets and sets away
So the sun soon fills with laughter
The wind blows like the Zephyr ways
And goes my worries with it
Let the days go by as days
And put them together as they fit
The heart wants what the heart sought
The heart fights so the heart fought
Life and its constant state
With a world trying to survive on passion and love
Some try to force other to believe it is fueled by hate.
What a misconception,
A twisted mind in an unfortunate state.
Having the choice of ignorance could be peaceful;
A way to cope.
Yet the knowledge of the truth in experiments,
Mistakes and living life will bring you wisdom.
No you cant learn the answer to everything
And likely never will.
That is what makes so many things in life as beautiful as they are,
A little bit of mystery leaves the mind to wander off into its own
And truly attempt to make the best of it.
March 2013