Best Deep End Poems
Every stroke takes you farther away,
panic sets in,
your body, starts to tremble,
with fear,
every stroke takes you farther away,
to the deep end, away from safety,
the shallow end kind of safety,
the feet on ground,
kind of safety,
the, my family is all here,
kind of safety,
the I won't drown here,
kind of safety.
But, you know how to swim, right?
It's just that it's been a long time, right?
Since you dove in, feet first, then head first.
Why not try heart first, since,
it's not the brain that needs washing,
it's the heart, first. That's where love grows.
The waters of truth are cold, true,
but, they wake you up, they refresh,
the mind, body, and spirit.
They set you free from fear and panic.
So, don't hesitate, jump in, the waters fine,
stroke away with me in the deep end.
You'll be ok, really, I promise.
John Derek Hamilton November 4,2015
Silent are the lambs while screaming are the lions
Howling are the wolves while hiding are the rabbits
Soul static...is pumping through your pounding pulse
Broke down and broke out like lunatics on the loose
Your breathing it stops now slowly you choke
Hope's now hanging from a hangmans rope
As those sad clowns of chaos confuse and confound you
Take a deep breath...don't let the deep end drown you
Tightrope trippin above a sea full of sharks
Bad beasts waiting...with the bite and the bark
Dripping into darkness your bleeding heart is bled dry
You wished upon a shooting star now you're wishing just to die
As one thousand jagged jaws now they slowly all surround you
Take a deep breath...don't let the deep end drown you
From the sting of bullets to streams of blood
You get heated in the hatred as you're looking for the love
Relentlessly searching for the rhyme and the reason
Now you're running from your fears
Far beyond the reigns of reality and reason
You made a deal with the devil
Tore the ticket they call treason
As fallen angels come to take you back where they found you
Take a deep breath...don't let the deep end drown you
The waters cold and unforgiving here
I breathe nothing but a deluge of fear
'Tis a shame to blame
The end of my rising fame
On tracked veins drowning my career
February 24, 2016
Granny has found a new trend
With unseen waves to contend
Ironing board skurfing
And living room surfing
Granny's gone off the deep end!
7-15-2022
Limerick Contes
Sponsor: Lisa YY
Black pearls grow in the
Shallow pools of wisdom that
Sharks can not fathom
Dark Ages at The Deep End ( For Alex )
What does our society teach our children
Churn them out as fodder
For the cultural use of consumerism
The empty promises of success
And the great grand promise of never ending wealth
Plies them with ever needful obsessions
Scientific, mathematical, technology
Tested, retested, awarded, rewarded
Good little robot sent out into the world
To fill their lives with even more sparkly, spanking brand new possessions
To account their lives by material attainment
And to judge others by their lack of
Out to feed the numbers of marketable goods
To be counted by adverts
And to face life uneducated and alone
Thrown in at the deep end
These ever hungering and even younger adults
Looking for the promised land of electronic gadgets
Have they been taught to cope with failure
How to respond to one another
How to communicate
Do they know the art of parenting
How to define fact from illusion
And a reality from a dream
Have they been shown the art of problem solving
Do they know how to deal with overwhelming emotions
How do they know who to turn to
What does our society teach our children
The third largest killer of young adults today, is suicide
Living in the dark ages still, of human relations
Churned out for the fodder
For this cultural capitalist use of consumerism
We have learnt nothing, nothing about them
Though our modern historical claims to be so concerned
Still they leave our schools knowing nothing about themselves
The unattainable prize
Has a price of failure
But what else is there
Some join the joke of a gangster subculture
Some join the rat race ( what else is there )
Some rebel in drug faced reflections of societies crap
Some turn to religion to hide the demon inside them
Some just swallow the lies of quick easy gettable
And some find freedom at the end of a rope
What does society teach our children
Mere acceptance of an illusion
Good little robot sent out into the world
Thrown in at the deep end; now learn to swim
The third largest killer of young adults today; is suicide
Staring at the blank walls
You think of the what ifs
The what it could be,
The why it happened
You’re stuck
Stuck in a battle of the past
Begging for peace
Begging for a way out
Staring into the distance
You make yourself distant
Having feelings of failure
Feelings of guilt
Bringing thoughts to give up
Hoping you can just give in
Feeling you’ll never win
Not knowing where you fit
Wanting to jump off the deep end
Unable to control the anger within
When you’ve fallen
When control feels lost
Searching for hope
Lost in a painful memory
Hoping for a way to let someone in
Wanting the pain to subside again
Aching for a second chance
Staring at the blank walls
A hard battle that won’t be effortless
Remembering there will always be a reason to fight
A chance to conquer
Past the demons plaguing within.
He stepped into the deep end
Lost control of his own free will
Lost the ability to see, feel and smell the sweet roses
That lay on the ground by the house that is now falling apart
Where there used to be children, happiness, courage
Where there used to be LIFE
But now there is nothing,
Nothing but the sweet roses that lay on the ground
I went and jumped in the deep end again
Sorry to lose myself
My only friend
Could you have tried any harder to stop me?
Undoubtfully, I’m the roaring sea
And cold use a bit of peace.
Maybe a little sleep might put me back up on my feet
Guard you’re structure
And don’t let it fall down
Rome wasn’t as pretty mud covered sticks in the ground
What’s worse is that I know myself and should have seen it coming
Now they’re on me like bloodhounds
And I cannot continue running.
It cannot be that hard to carry on
I’m not afraid
Erase the scars, the humiliation, and just leave the rest of me.
If that’s not enough, then tough
I’m tired of walking in strait lines
Stepping in the same potholes, just in different times.
Looking to outer things in which to find a purpose
I will not be blindfolded by myself this time around
I cannot assume that I am destined to be found
I can touch the floor because it’s nowhere near the ground
So if you here me crying don’t be startled by the sound
I simple move in circles
I’ll eventually come around.
When I am pulled underneath
When shadows call forth
Where do I go?
I can’t catch my breath
As I feel the current
slip me further to the end.
Like the descending flicker of a candle wick
Darkness sinks in
Branding my soul
as blackness burns beneath.
So I guess Im at the deep end,
I said the wrong things,
So I will end up alone,
Again,
Cold,
Stranded,
I am,
But there's is nothings to worry about,
Since Im a guy,
Its easy to move on,
Without you.
At the deep end of the pool
he prefers this exercise -
on bench he removes his foot
and unties his shoe
Shallow mountains are beneath me
Shadow valleys weigh me down, baby
Lift me up from gravity's waterfalls
Hear me out when I give you my calls
I’m falling, spiraling and soaring
In the deep end, in the deep end
I’m free-falling, colliding and exploring
Into the deep end, the deep end
…Deep...end…
You are unforgotten in my memories
You are the butterfly in my ribcage
Guilt overflows in me and you
Tragedy in reverse says It’s true
Shadows…mere reflections…
Gave me slight rejections
Mirror gives me flawless symmetry
Raindrops from bitter clouds set me free
Shadows…mere reflections…
Gave me slight rejections
Tragedy in reverse says It’s true
Guilt overflows in me and you
You are the butterfly in my ribcage
You are unforgotten in my memories
Release me
I’m in sheer captivity
Revive me
Be with me possibly
I’m falling, spiraling and soaring
In the deep end, in the deep end
I’m free-falling, colliding and exploring
Into the deep end, the deep end
Shallow mountains are beneath me
Shadow valleys weigh me down, baby
This heart, alone, is beating for a quick mend
Skipping stones, alone, in the deep, dark end
Take me to the park
I’m your singing lark
The. End.
Counted to ten
Then dove in again..
Oops!
My ocean of love,
Bone dry!
Sorrow,
Thigh high!
Cynthia
how still is our silence, hermit
if we yet calibrate merit
searching, discerning and seeking
inadvertent acts, soul stifling
far cry yet, tranquil calm perfect
12-July-2021