Best Lessening Poems
I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her arms. She never knew how much I needed her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her soul. She never knew how much I needed her. Between yesterday’s old coffee and today's bright doom I broke in half. My heart slipped away into the hell of her death and my mind created LOST memories. So many moments of despair she held, and so many times of loneliness I lived. Beneath the darkness of the moon I drowned in a river created from her pain. It engulfed me into oblivion and I shall never be the same again. Sisters need each other and I needed her. Life seems over and death seems so FINAL.
teardrops in her arms-
woe brings rivers of d r o w n i n g
DEATH by suicide
I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her misery. She never knew how much I loved her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her heart. She never knew how much I loved her. After the downpour of anguish I fell asleep. Nightmares of our final hug GOODBYE. If only I had held on longer maybe she would have felt more love from me. Maybe enough love to keep her alive. For she never realized how much her pain caused me heartache. She bled in sadness and I bleed in regret. No time to heal because healing is no more. Life seems dark and death seems so BLEAK.
one final goodbye-
not enough pure love from me
two dead souls bleeding
I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her remorse. She never knew how much I longed for her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her essence. She never knew how much I longed for her. Before she was born she was already gone. A lifetime of sorrow and feeling different. It was hard for her to be a lesbian. Too hard. RIDICULED and damaged beyond repair. No more light at the end of her tunnel and the lessening of sunshine during her days. It’s depressing to think about what she felt her final moments of life. Her goodbye letter was awful. Full of pain and too much grief for me to read. I keep it in a journal tucked gently away. One day I will pull it out and read it again. Life seems wrong and death seems so BLACK.
suffered from regret-
too flawed and b r o k e n to heal
sister’s forever
~She s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her grave~
Date Written: June 21, 2016
Categories:
lessening, death, sister, suicide,
Form:
Haibun
The day you died you took me with you,
The way you lied shook me black and blue.
The sorrow you felt, I sure felt it too,
The tomorrow dreams won’t come true.
All the good hello's turned into dying goodbye's,
All the to’s and fro’s burned holes in my eyes.
You thought you were so sly, but I always knew,
You fought so hard to die and knew I needed you.
Depressing mornings and nights of pure hell,
Lessening of warnings and sights when you fell.
Deprivation of your soul saving wonder,
Trepidation of your whole wavering thunder.
Heavy-hearted moments with stitches on your wrists,
Broken-hearted atonement with twitches on your fists.
Unheard thoughts engraved in your soul,
The third day I tried to save you...you lost control.
Forgiveness with a burden held on my left shoulder,
Impulsiveness when you're hurting, (I couldn't hold her).
Bleeding and burning and
living and dying....
Needing and turning and
giving and crying....
It's been five long years since I’ve rested and slept,
I try to smile but in my dreams even the angels wept.
Date Written: May 1, 2016
Categories:
lessening, angel, cry, depression, suicide,
Form:
Couplet
"Alas! The lessening light, the worsening my plight-
My face- a somber expression..." excerpt from
*a poem by Just That Archaic Poet
The summer of my laughter’s passed;
my happy skies grow overcast.
No meadowlark is singing here.
The winter of my tears is near.
In vale of shadows, sun hangs low.
I sojourn now where chill winds blow.
Into November’s gloom I peer.
The winter of my tears is near.
Before I meet eternity,
a snow shall come and bury me,
Its brilliance - anguish soon will mirror.
The winter of my tears is near.
The summer of my laughter’s passed.
The winter of my tears is near.
Categories:
lessening, sad, seasons,
Form:
Kyrielle
Setbacks Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negrom
missing link unknown
her death my pity hindrance
lessening of growth
regressed innocence
before successful progress
life’s impediment
severe frustration
defeated bloodline mourning
extinct from her loss
thirsty for closure
beyond my intelligence
woe relapsed from strength
prayers heal my heart
yesterday’s setbacks bring hope
struggle gains freedom
~1st Place Winner~
Date Written: July 6, 2016
Categories:
lessening, angst, confidence, conflict, love
Form:
Senryu
Sifting for lamb in a wolves pack
Like searching for a needle in a hay stack
Predator's parameter on a scale of gourmet
Lessening time warble with each revolution
Camouflaged in whiskers, shedding off spotlight
Tossed decision in flaunting sides between jekyll or hyde
When fostering quaint concubine, a mistaken desire
A swollen brook will break across the familiar pier
If silent does not mean it isn't there
Contingently awaiting or frolicking on the devil's mare
How lullaby enunciates at the cradled moment
Decides whether put evil to snooze or become more flagrant
28/06/2016
Categories:
lessening, conflict, life, muse, ,
Form:
Free verse
Waiting for a beam of light to shine on window pane
Wishing for a breath of air to whisk away the haze
Hoping every moment for a lessening of rain
Believing any second you will fall into my gaze
The stars above do glisten like the twinkle in your eyes
And wind does blow as steadily as pounds the blood in me
Desire builds beneath my breast like forest mountains rise
Atop the peak of love sustained is where I long to be
Step into the clearing, my elusive wanderer
Bring to me the company I cherish and adore
Come and lay beside me now, my one heart's conqueror
Stay, that I may wait and wish and hope and pine no more
Categories:
lessening, love, passionme,
Form:
Verse
Never could Christmas mourning grip my heart
Since Christ in His birth* sealed me by His love
Granting me eternal life thru faith-start
With blessings and peace from heaven above.
Christmas mourning has been vanquished by God
When He filled with grace my futility
That was caused by materialism’s nod
Of discontentment-greed’s tenacity.
I’ll do my part to shut Christmas mourning
By spreading the Lord’s mercy everyday
Conscious that sharing is pain-lessening
And caring cheers others along hope’s ray.
Today, I bid Christmas mourning good bye
Greeting each one by the Saviour’s goodness
I’ll give gifts, devoid of selfishness’ sigh
Triumphing in His mighty joyfulness.
*Matthew 1:18 Now the birth of Jesus Christ was on this wise: When as his mother Mary was espoused to Joseph, before they came together, she was found with child of the Holy Ghost.
November 21, 2018
1st place, "DECEMBER 2018..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/6/2018.
Categories:
lessening, blessing, christian, christmas, faith,
Form:
Quatrain
My husband is in many ways the opposite of me.
Were he to make a left turn along a route, I’d go right inevitably.
Astrologically, he’s emotional (double water) but I’m a stable triple earth.
He rarely laughs, not even at a comic’s show, while I enjoy mirth.
As time went on, I realized he really was a nut.
Had he been a shoe, he’d be a heavy boot, always kicking butt.
Impatient, tactless, rude and often feeling out of joint,
he handcuffed himself to an official’s chair just to make a point.
A self-made gung-ho contractor within years he became.
But being accident prone, himself he often would maim.
Jack-hammered his own foot, fell two stories off a roof,
nearly removed his thumb with a saw (to give you a little proof).
He yelled a lot, got scammed, got stabbed, and had a nervous breakdown,
but he’s not the type of man to easily go down.
He learned to recognize the damage done to himself and his brother
from being raised and controlled by a narcissistic mother.
Once he got on pills for anxiety and depression,
the second half of our married years saw great lessening of aggression.
He worked a bit as a bounty hunter when building got too slow
and drove trucks long-distance too. Over half the states he’d go.
He aggravates me even now, but he’s much more mellow.
He’s loyal and never could be accused by someone as acting yellow.
Though physically afflicted, we’re both at ease with one another today.
And if he were a shoe, he’d be an old worn slipper - tough boot tucked away.
Categories:
lessening, husband,
Form:
Couplet
She sits beside the fire
As failing embers dim.
Lost smoke trails up the chimney . .
Like dreams she’d shared with him.
She sits and grieves for children
That never will be born.
Because his life was briefly lived,
There’s darkness in each dawn.
She thinks of how he looked that day
When last they had embraced . .
Young and handsome, unafraid,
Of perils he would face.
While she must stand there brave and strong-
To meet each day with hope.
She kept her outlook bright and clear,
She’d done her best to cope.
He’d left her for a war, you see . .
So proud and full of fire.
His country and his flag came first,
“Stay free” his great desire.
For on the day the towers fell,
He vowed to God above . .
To do his best to keep 'Her' safe,
This country that he loved.
Then in the fiery sun of May,
In a land beyond this shore . .
He laid him down and shed his blood;
She'd see his face no more.
Now time has passed since learning
Of the sorrow she must bare.
Grief still raw as at the first . .
No lessening of despair.
Her anger now replaced by voids
Of empty time and thought.
A life now full of nothingness;
Is what his death has wrought.
Summer’s past and then the fall,
Now winter cold and sad.
She sits beside the fire
And remembers all they had.
She can’t remember springtime
And renewal of her life.
Surely this must come one day
With the lessening of her strife.
She can’t remember laughter
Or smiling from her heart.
But God will refund gifts like this;
In time He’ll do His part.
It’s then she'll come to realize
That her love is safe and well.
He’s in a place far better
Than the land in which he fell.
Then she will grow to honor
The love that sent him there.
That day she’ll fall on bended knee
And speak to God in prayer.
Then life will once again become
A wonder to be lived . .
Touched by wisps of sadness
When remembering his gift.
Love and children will be hers,
Then joy and laughter too.
She will know that he looks down
And smiles upon his view.
For he is always with her
Even though he’s not in sight.
He’s in the heartbeat of our land,
He’s in our country’s might.
He’s in the vastness of the plains,
In mountains capped with snow.
He’s everywhere that freedom rings;
He’s where 'The Brave Ones' go.
Categories:
lessening, america, courage, grief, patriotic,
Form:
Narrative
....and the door opens,
a yawning chasm.
I then ask myself
to cross the threshold.
A yawning chasm,
of fears and anger.
To cross the threshold,
is to accept them.
Of fears and anger,
I have always ran.
Is to accept them,
a lessening of myself?
I have always ran.
Standing at a distance,
a lessening of myself.
What if I reach out?
Standing in the distance,
I then ask myself,
"What if I reach out
and the door opens?"
Categories:
lessening, introspection,
Form:
Pantoum
ENTRENCHED TIME (IS) EMBEDDED NOW!
Procreate and multiply for generations and generations to come.
Expand the universe to the knowledge known.
The knowledge of life formed through the portends of a greater source that presages.
Entrenched is time.
The norms of God are not a postulated form.
Simplicity is that we live life on earth.
Postulated is the norms of humankind.
Encapsulated by the unknown.
The creator of one and all is the omnipotent.
The people of the universe better pay attention.
The instinct is palpability.
Physicality in nature as the trees are through the woods.
Time entrenched and now is embedded.
Are we burden by our hidden conflict?
Are we lessening when it is not addressed?
Or, are we the weakest link?
Embedded now is entrenched time.
Perceptibility and insight found is nothing more than a mien personified.
We acme an analogized mountain by achieving our goals.
Our parallels may be the affliction shown.
When similarity becomes between two, we strive to deseed both with one stone thrown.
We have lived.
Time entrenched.
Apposed wrong to apprehend that which is right.
For embedded now is entrenched time eternally.
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Written April 19, 2016!
Categories:
lessening, life, universe,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Everywhere she went
She sprinkled some ashes
Leaving a part of him
Releasing a bit more of her sadness
lessening that ache
as she celebrated him
remembering his goodness
I was not everywhere
still I took part in the ritual
releasing a bit of my own sadness
As I remembered him
I held back the tears
Instead I let a smile cross my lips
He had lived his life well
His ashes were sprinkled in a family orchard
at the base of a tree
A place of great beauty
Spectacular like his soul
His ashes of the end of a dock on lake Okanagan
Oh how he loved the beach
Wishing to play along the waters edge
like the big kid he was at heart
But he'd never learnt how to swim
Still his ashes floated with ease
Now he has no limitations
I left a bit of him on a sailboat
So he can be carried to new places
After all he loved to travel
His ashes came with us to Italy
In spirit he was part of our adventure
I laughed when my mom told me
She spinkled him in the Vatican
She was gleeful
My mom the rebel
Playful and brave
One of the many reasons he loved her so
He was with us in Florence
His essences there along ancient streets
In vineyards
and quaint villages
We traveled to the Amalfi Coast
Along winding roads
More like a donkey path than a highway
Mom in the backseat saying oh ****
Not usually one to swear
Bob's ashes in her pocket
I don't know if she thought of him then
Later she remembered their time in Greece
He was never far from her mind
Somehow this ritual
Made me smile
It is added to my memory
Allowing me to be thankful for Bob
For mom
For a life well lived
For a love well loved
A soulmate celebrated
Appreciated
and remembered!
For Judy's contest about mom's
This poem I wrote about my mom speaks to what an amazing woman she is.
Categories:
lessening, emotions, for her, for
Form:
Narrative
The farther along life's road I go
I'm losing ground, moving slow
I huff and puff, grunting as though
I'm putting on a one-woman show
Still, it's comforting to know
Our Heavenly Father will bestow
blessings abundant here below
and grant us time to grow
But since the date of my birth
The largest expansion is my girth
Thereby lessening my worth
To other creatures here on earth
Categories:
lessening, age, growth,
Form:
Light Verse
The poor child groaned
while his mother moaned
''Ah, he's possessed,
oh, he's been
bewitched'',
Superstition bemoaned.
To the witchdoctor she
sped
and was back with
murky potions
such yucky stinky lotions
those mythical
concoctions
The woman obeyed the
wily witchdoctor
Placed belief in that
traditional healer
and the poor child still
groaned
but his mama no longer
moaned
After two days of
treatment
and no lessening of
predicament
she thought he needed
something more potent
When all it turned out to
be
was a toothache dent!
But she would hear of
no dentist
Like all quacks her
witchdoctor
had fooled her five
senses
For his spells and his
chants
held her too in a trance
Quite a weird weirdo is
he
Beware the medicine-
man!
Beware that vodoo
magic and witchcraft
That survive on the
gullible and daft.
Categories:
lessening, health, mythology,
Form:
Narrative
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Categories:
lessening, conflict, creation, dream, introspection,
Form:
Free verse