Best Live With Poems
I learn to live
with the silence.
Thoughts echo
in the empty house.
I transform your room
into my space,
place
candles and shells
on the windowsill.
Your books are still
on the shelves –
old friends
who keep me
company
and speak of you.
August 13, 2018
Categories:
live with, loss,
Form:
Free verse
I've gone too far to ever come back
bad luck stuck in a mental trap
I’m going to start accepting facts
Suck in no air so lungs collapse
I had ambitions to reach the top
Until I saw how high it sits
A fear of heights told me "stop"
So I live my life in the pits
Singled out and always the one
Acting like a stupid prick
Single now and always a one
thinking that I must be thick
Never in love never content
Jumping dumb from bed to bed
Every friend came and went
Dump them slump then in to dread
I circle around this sinking drain
I’ve seen the sights this life can give
sunken deep down in odious pain
I live with only life to give
I live this gift this life I live
though nasty times are these
I take the roughest with the snuggest
in changing sceneries
I don’t eat food sleep or chat
I live without routine
I don’t compete my mood is flat
I have no social scene
I gift back this life I was given
This gift no good for me
I wish that I can be forgiven
A want to be set free.
4/2/2019 *favourite from last week contest sponsored by Lu Loo
Categories:
live with, anxiety, dark, deep, depression,
Form:
Rhyme
Come Live With Me in Miracle House
Come live with me in Miracle House;
Strong, secure on Mercy Street.
Where trees of kindness arch, unanalyzed,
And simple smiles are real and prized.
Where children play safely enfolded,
Cuddled and fed and gently taught,
There they know freedom from pain
Is earnestly won when love is sought.
Where families are treasured tirelessly,
And lovers love through all ages,
The old or alone are not friendless tho
Respected, revered, as wise sages.
The sun always beams cool on Miracle House,
Forgiveness shines as one enters its doors;
Sweet breathing sighs turn to mild night air
Nature’s creatures are protected, adored.
Where innocent hearts bloom effortlessly,
Beating with love, trusting and free.
Categories:
live with, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
In my global village, Oxy, where folks live all alone,
There’s lots of open secrets, for secrets are well-known!
Fairly dark alien residents live with us above ground.
A dull roar or deafening silence you hear when they’re around.
In mobile homes, alone together, some big babies live,
hanging out with old boys. Head butts they like to give!
An idiot savant is here, and he is terribly nice.
His glasses are half empty, and he likes to use hot ice.
Non-working mothers are employed here as paid volunteers.
Infinite in number, earth angels are those dears.
One skinny broad likes idle gossip. With sad clowns she talks.
She gets cold sweats. In restless sleep, she wakens from sleep walks.
A petty officer with some lame effort likes to find romance.
She wears tight slacks but lusts for men who only wear dress pants.
A gentleman bandit had brief longing for a student teacher.
Her morbid humor was, for him, her second best feature.
Mostly in my village, folks are devilishly good.
Private citizen have open house in every neighborhood.
Others, though, are pretty ugly; some are really fake.
The highly depressed with quiet rage are just too hard to take!
All that aside, with mild enthusiasm, I must say,
I love the mud baths, rock gardens, and elevated subway.
Come visit. You’ll love our jumbo shrimp, local celebrities,
work holidays and free love; all make forgotten memories!
Written Aug. 26, 2016 for David Lindsay's Oxymoronic Obsession Contest
Every line has one or more oxymorons. This was great fun!
Categories:
live with, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
Love me as I am
I cannot be another
I give you myself
Sensitive with many things
I live with how my heart sings
Heidi Sands
9/22/17
Categories:
live with, heart, love,
Form:
Tanka
The first time I met Paul it was true love,
I was lost in his deep blue eyes;
and now my true love has gone up above,
but this kind of love never dies;
for in night dreams his spirit does arise.
I bring a red rose to his grave,
trying not to weep_ trying to be brave;
the breeze on my hair is his touch,
each beautiful memory I will save;
oh, we love each other so much.
In my dream I hear him whisper my name,
come, come my love to me this night;
I have no fear- all fear I overcame,
and I find him in a white light;
it is not spooky but it seems quite right.
Paul has never left me- he is my ghost,
I keep our love in my innermost;
he is a voice that is talking,
friends say- oh, let him rest in peace, alright;
but beside me he is walking.
"Is that the wind wailing? No, it is my love calling."
__________________________
May 5, 2020
Poetry/Dizain/I Live With a Ghost
Copyright Protected, 20-1248-723-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the contest, Regal Royal Relationship
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
First Place
Categories:
live with, heartbreak, love, relationship,
Form:
Dizain
I cannot live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf
The sexton keeps the key to,
Putting up
Our life, his porcelain,
Like a cup
Discarded of the housewife,
Quaint or broken;
A newer Sevres pleases,
Old ones crack.
I could not die with you,
For one must wait
To shut the other's gaze down,
You could not.
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's privilege?
Glow plain and foreign
On my homesick eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
Categories:
live with, best friend, faith, for
Form:
ABC
Midnight I awake to look for a snack,
Like a mindless hungry shark,
All these yummy colored stash in my refrigerator
Lethal calories, to count, i may need a calculator
I was hungry the day I was born
I cried when from my mother’s womb I was torn
Inside there, I was an embryo well fed
I cried for food even as my mother bled
Could not get enough of my mother’s breast
Again I cried to leave them as my teeth became a set
Was much consoled I could now munch
My dinner, my breakfast and my lunch
Meanwhile I can always have snacks in small packs,
In between meals when hunger attacks.
Never mind my belly’s protrusion.
Am an animal and am eating for evolution
That am now overweight and my heart rate is slow,
Hunger is more painful, the doctor doesn’t know.
It’s just as well, should I die of obesity
Worse things will kill you, if you live in the city
Eating is my hobby, food is among my passions.
Money is already tight, I don’t need food rations
I will be physically fit, as long as there is food to eat
It’s a good way to go, if I should die of it.
(This poem was for a poetry contest about food.)
Categories:
live with, food,
Form:
Free verse
Live with Gratitude then our Life will be Full of Wonders
If we are proud of ourselves then it will give us a good feeling of satisfaction and self-esteem.
The moment when we have done something for someone else, and received an abundant thanks from them, that will give a confident and respectful impression.
Therefore it is very crucial to be ourselves and be thankful for others as well, in order to give them an excellent sense of appreciation.
Also, do not feel sad for the things that are unreachable for us at this time, but to know and realize what we have been achieved so far.
We should always have a feeling of gratitude for what we have right now, because then miracles may occurred around us if there is something new reveals.
Every morning when we wake up, we should be grateful and realize how beautiful our new day can be.
When we immediately seeing all the positive things, we are knowing that we can solve everything with a right formula it will give the perfect solution.
Be grateful that we can breathe new air again and enjoy the day with new opportunities, we ourselves are the one that can give this influence.
Give respect to get it back, and those who doesn’t want to have mutual respectful understanding with us are not the good partners in our life.
Gratitude for all the good things that we meet every day with self-esteem and avoid all the evil from ungrateful people.
A concatenation of grateful people in our circle of friends will perform more miracles than what we see in Walt Disney cartoons.
Have faith in ourselves, respect the laws and be gratitude for life, this may also give nature a chance to show us the miracles.
Categories:
live with, life, pride,
Form:
ABC
Villanelle: Live with the borrowed lives made by your own mistakes
Live with the borrowed lives made by your own mistakes
A stranger to your stricken selves a tenant in your body
Disown not the erred life battered by the body’s quakes
The life you can have is not the life no one else makes
The tortoise shell you unwanted haul a life-long threnody
Live with the borrowed lives made by your own mistakes
Child of wanton self-boosting lust the pounding of stakes
Lost in the blind rubbing spasms slime of airs bloody
Disown not the erred life battered by the body’s quakes
Time enough to turn the leaf over sleepless in bleach wakes
A thousand regrets come thousand morrows heal nobody
Live with the borrowed lives made by your own mistakes
Let pity not spew and drivel at the sight of lascivious rakes
You are not the Guardian of the errant world’s sorry body
Disown not the erred life battered by the body’s quakes
Unscathed lives live imagined only in the minds of fakes
Life scars with bloody blisters the undersides in everybody
Live with the borrowed lives made by your own mistakes
Disown not the erred life battered by the body’s quakes
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
live with, courage,
Form:
Villanelle
On a collision course with the Privileged
As i stay focused, determined, sticking to my diligence
Coming from the streets of underprivileged kids
Been poor as dirt since i was little kid
But it really meant little then
Didn't have a father didn't take away from my happiness
Of course it added to my sorrow over the years
My tears never got lost my memory sharp as a homing pigeon's is
The truth hurts i wont even try to hide behind the fact that it kills
Seen my youngest son born behind bars in the pen
All the years selling dope cant recover them type of dividends
That's my pain, it remains crystal clear
We all make mistakes that we have to live with
Now my daughters going on 14 summers
Sort through the pain, sort through the numbers
I used to live for the moment now I'm filled with a hunger
Got up up to go to work today
Got snowed out, got a mission in the first palce
Categories:
live with, absence, kids,
Form:
Free verse
Sad eyes that pour out tears wishing those tears can reap some harvest for the poor and unfortunate, the babies and youth the mothers that don’t know what else to do. Sad eyes, my soul cries, my spirit is in contemplation on the next goal, plan, to prevent this foreign epidemic, abroad and in our own homes. Pray…
Can’t live without nourishment, substance, or H2O, who really suffers on these roads when there only goal is to gain a piece of bread to bring home to share with their whole family? 10 deep? How the world sleeps with this empty hole of so many suffering I don’t know…
Sad eyes
My eyes grow weary, my soul is grey in color trying to make sense of it all, my senses are not on point because the results are so lost, and the more I stay tuned to the reality shows the more deeply my soul grows troubled… the reality is there isn’t enough who can give doing so, so with all I got my plot is to raise the bar way above even my head goes, and that grey will grow but eventually that wisdom will grip hold and unfold the untold.
Sad eyes
Look at the children, you can’t look into their eyes first because the bones protruding from their bodies grab you quicker, the image is real no photo shop no magic show. Just sad eyes…
Grab a hold of the tangible, the truth, the real reality is not a show…
sad eyes, that pour out tears wishing those tears can reap some harvest for the poor and unfortunate, especially the poor, the babies and youth the mothers that don’t know what else to do. Sad eyes, my soul cries, my spirit is in contemplation on the next goal, plan, to prevent this tragedy…foreign, abroad and in our own homes. Pray…with your blessings bless another being.
© 2015
Categories:
live with, poverty,
Form:
ABC
I cannot live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf
The sexton keeps the key to,
Putting up
Our life, his porcelain,
Like a cup
Discarded of the housewife,
Quaint or broken;
A newer Sevres pleases,
Old ones crack.
I could not die with you,
For one must wait
To shut the other's gaze down,
You could not.
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's privilege?
Glow plain and foreign
On my homesick eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
Categories:
live with, best friend, faith, for
Form:
ABC
There was once a girl who lived with monsters.
She breathed in their air,
she felt their hands ruin her flesh,
she tasted their bitterness on her tongue.
And it festered on her there,
rotting it on the inside out
but she never ran away.
Was she afraid?
Was she in love?
No one knows now,
she is hardly here to tell the tale.
Her bones protrude from her flesh,
her eyes have fallen into her skull,
her skin is translucent.
Blue veins spider web through her system,
the mirror does not recognize her.
There once was a girl, who lived with monsters,
so they say. But does she live still?
Categories:
live with, family
Form:
Free verse
You come to divide property after the death of my dad.
you 'd a fight with my mum your attitude was really bad.
you blamed me after he died I 'm only parent's loving boy,
you discriminated my birth never bought your choice of toy.
I donate happily if you come to share moments of my sad.
you 're my blood relation what was need to come with force?
why did you think, I don't support you that needs an endorse?
Noone can take property away you see dad why 're you so mad?
we were born together in a family and played in childhood,
you come to fight when others threatened me as Robin hood.
you listen your wife that's good, no need to insult mum,
if your son will treat you in the same way as it's in scum.
revise your mind and find something is wrong in your attitude,
we 'll die one day, come to live with honour no need to be rude.
Categories:
live with, faith, family, home, uplifting,
Form:
Sonnet