Best Digest Poems
I'm going thru a phase..
These psychological pains
Are temporarily to blame
My heart feels like a sisters'...
Who's brother has gone insane.
Ripped her clothes off
Put it in & forced his poison in her veins
Now life won't ever man be the same!
Now this ‘phase’ is permanent!
Now she's different
Soul's been lifted & bruised & broken & stolen
The blood running down my face as I hide from the shame. From the cuts.. From the pain.
I wanna tell you.
I wanna teach you ..how to love me.
But I hate you
& I hate me.
I look in the mirror & see **** you can't see
I see me.
I see her.
..Who I was before
Who I used to be
Before I walked in that maze
So when you ask me how I'm doin’..
I say I'm going thru a phase.
Don't make me digest the stress pill,
I can't hold,It's getting out of my will;
The world knows how to order,
Just obey them be by hurting mental border;
Keeping them happy gave me remark,
I am dog for them ready to bark;
Spare your work one day,
Don't be mean everytime I say;
Let me live life with mental peace,
Don't break it to see them piece by piece;
Only my death will resist you,
To give abuse from statements which are true.
The question asked,Where do you get your inspiration?
Answer is, At times I really don't know.
My mind goes into seclusion with pen and pad,Then every things a go....
I journey within,In search of that magnificent flow.
While I take you though the places that my mind go,
Be sure to stay tuned and enjoy the show!!!
When the question of inspiration arises the response will come from experience...
Like all of a sudden you feel your reading about you...
Consumed in it all as I go, watching the message grow!!!
"The spontaneity" is what gives birth to the masterpieces,
For that reason alone, where it comes from
I never really want to know.
good times bad times,
comes without warning signs,
people try waiting and anticipating,
looking at others and relating,
situations so they can prepare,
but in life problems always come when we are unaware,
i know its unfair,
thats why im here to bare with you
here to share with you,
how having faith can help you,
it cannot be fake it has to be true,
Love God and trust in him with your whole heart,
he knows the right course for you to plot on your chart,
with your life in his hands you'll be safe and secure,
and any opportunity he gives to you no man can close that door,
you must repent and be honest in your confession,
remember after each problem there is a lesson,
after seeing how faith works in you life you become stronger and wise,
you'll be amazed when you see how big your faith can grow in size,
with God your life can only maximize not minimize,
i pray that people will open their eyes and realize redemtion draweth nigh God
bless.
Truth is almighty,
know it as a bounden duty.
The only book teaching humanism;
The only which cures locoism;
One and only poem for lyricism
Is Reader’s Digest’s mechanism.
If you see it through any prism
Can find joy, fun, thrill and sarcasm
This is a weak agent of nihilism;
This is the best known idealism
Where all spend individualism
To receive mental masochism.
Reading it is just like mesmerism.
Without it school suffers gargoylism.
Indian tradition or let be Maoism,
It is well read and accepted optimism.
They ask me why I write like this, as if I have swallowed something I cannot digest,
I tell them that I do not craft poems, I survive them, I carry them as a burden,
Each verse is a wound that decided to speak, a silent cry in the quiet night,
Each stanza is a bandage pretending to be art, a refuge in the face of pain.
Do not seek beauty here, seek the places where I have buried myself deeply,
So that no one else would have to know the burden my soul carries,
Each word is an attempt to breathe in the depths of a sea of silence,
An attempt to find light in a universe that sometimes seems merciless.
My poems are strips of life, pieces of soul hidden from the eyes of the world,
Each line is a fragment of truth, a place where I have buried my fears,
Where I have made peace with the shadows that still dance on the edge of my consciousness,
And in the silence between words, I hope to find a trace of eternal calm.
Therefore, do not seek only beauty, but also the places where I have hidden my tears,
Where I have let desires transform into verses that will always remain alive,
In a continuous dance between hope and doubt, between light and darkness,
Where each verse is a testament to survival and a tribute to life.
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On Tue, Nov 5, 2024 at 11:50?PM james horn wrote:
budget downhill faster
we have to call him master
will cause disaster
many did offend
Trump has put us at dead end
bad things does intend
Trump hard to digest
even when him do detest
is a perfect pest
should have killed his sperm
when over is Trump and term
get rid of and be firm
Trump did dirty deed
what if this poem I will read
has been what we need
Am completely open to any
criticism, complaints and
suggestions.
Watch out for trash in
ocean called Puerto
Rico which will be
full of pet leftovers.
One of the resourceful books unbeatable;
Children’s love, care and comfort biddable
Is none better than Reader’s Digest – capable.
Articles, reports, jokes and anecdotes audible;
All are present in it; all are undoubtable.
Changing the mindset of students capable
Is a new, systematic thing coachable.
Changing the world and its cannibal
Into the virtues and values bindable.
Explaining itself if anytime culpable;
And so is famous for being countable.
Teachers, parents, students ennoble
Reader’s Digest for not being enfeeble.
Leaders or followers who are like a crucible
Change their minds and be bendable.
Behaviour and conduct – key undoubtable
Will keep you atop, elevated, lofty and able.
my poems might be best
for writing they will arrest
too hard to digest
saw poems on my lap
which may create a mishap
must fill in the gap
to show poems trying
many of them are supplying
you could be crying
poems are exquisite
read them when paper visit
or might have missed it
need an exhibit
newspaper will prohibit
write them have to quit
to this will allude
at convention can be crude
tongues exude and protrude
after taking pause
there will be a Santa Klaus
which we read in clause
It is the place of ill’s mausoleum;
This book is really an imperium
Which teaches everyone decorum.
A true product of petroleum –
To fire out fallacy and presidium
And produces highest order decorum.
A place of mental gymnasium:
Highly creative, productive rum
Where ill shaded in mausoleum,
The place with lot of decorum,
Cannot be found in millennium.
It is the place of ill’s mausoleum.
Faith is like a shattered glass
While we all stand down
wondering how it happened
Counting the seconds it shattered into shards
Daring not to touch or to only step on tip-toes
Crowding around the mess in awe
Painstakingly one touch...
With a speckle of blood
While we all stand down and stare
Daring to pick up the pieces
Glue them back together
And act as if it never were broken
Isn't it a mess
Dealing with faith?
Dear readers, Reader’s Digests denote
That readers read and clearly emote
Their feelings out and try to devote
Their money and time for this rowboat.
The mind that reads it will surely vote
Their success that is sure to roam afloat.
Let be a doctor, teacher or student tote
This is a boon that always does quote
Famous personalities known or remote;
Ideas or thinking or reports wrote
Jokes, humour or news or misquote
All are fitted in just a little groat.
Unlike Narada, RD does connote:
Little price, high yields in a mote.
The only book with a lot of footnote,
This will save us from being a dote.
Lastly, it is like Gita a good keynote.
Don't let my hope die down
although i know it was mine
to begin with
And the moon is praying
yet some see Elijah bestrode back in town
but I'm an old sinner
too old for my years
not knowing who would emerge
from the gloomy vale
I rode away
to see the harbour's light dim
but still I think of outside
where all the pain was
Take Rest Than Digest
You had taken small, little rest,
And more ideas you did digest;
Still thinking;
Eyes blinking;
Then wonder which will be best.
Jim Horn