Best Make It Work Poems
No
A small little word
And yet so hard to say
It tempts me to say
Maybe
Maybe I can make it work
I so desperately want to say yes
It hurts
Crushes me
To see you disappointed
Those times when I have no time
When I am stretched to the limit
Commitments
Piled
One on top of the other
The important less important things in my life
When I have no energy
No extra to give
No way of knowing if I'm making a mistake
I say no to give myself a break
Some space to breathe
Sometimes no
Is meant to protect
No you can't go
To that party
Spend time with that girl
Hang out with that guy
No I won't change my mind
Even though I have to be the bad guy
No is a declaration
That I care for you
I want only the best
I want no harm to come to you
No is a tool I use to strengthen you
No you can't quit
You must finish what you start
There is no better feeling
Than seeing you succeed
Those times I said
"No, you can do it on your own."
Even though I desperately wanted to help
No meant I trusted and believed in you
You can do more than you think you can
No one is more proud of you
I wish you to know
The power of no
When it comes to a girl
No really does mean no
When you are put in an awkward place
You don't have to say yes
Choose your no wisely
No I don't want to go
No I don't want another drink
No I have somewhere else to be
No I will not let you treat her that way
No you cannot cross that line
No I deserve better than that
Yes, no is a small little word
It can change your path
Give you time to breathe
No, opens up possibilities
To choose
The yes
That is right for you
Yes or no
I believe you will choose wisely
Even though no
Can be a hard word to say
We communicate without language,
Gestures,symbols,motions of a hand.
He understands my language.
I struggle with his.
But somehow we make it work.
We've lived together 14 years now,
Never thought to make it legal.
Our love could not be
More committed with a license .
He likes his hair long,
I prefer him less tousled
Though he does look appealing
When the hair fall in his eyes.
To find a partner like him is rare,
Although he has wandered on brief occasions.
I close the door behind him, but never turn the lock.
He always manages to find his way home,
With downtrodden posture and liquid eyes.
I allow him to share my bed again,
After he grovels at my feet.
My heart has grown soft for him over time.
I overlook his laziness and graying hair.
Smitten by his warm body and childlike ways.
Oh Theo, life at times is so unfair.
Though only a dog, I've rarely met a better man.
The confusion resulting from a kiss
Has left me with anything but bliss
If it’s confusing, it’s not from God
Because He doesn’t leave you odd
The feelings I feel are not real love
They should be there from above
But I know that it is only a lust
Because it isn’t built on real trust
Though I care deeply for this man
There is something special in his hand
He has a piece of my heart with him
But I’m not sure it’s not just his whim
I want to be closer to him first off
There is not a reason to scoff
I yearn for a relationship of hearts
That goes over the uttermost charts
He may be filled with resentment
Because I didn’t give him contentment
But I want to get to know him better
Maybe have him read some of my letter
It’s a love story that is built on attraction
Sometimes I feel like I’m filled with distraction
Does he really feel love for my heart?
Or is this such a great place to start?
I want to show him that I care deeply
Maybe that I could possibly be his sweetie
But I’m so unsure of how to make it work
My honest duties I refuse to shirk
I’m leaving it in the hands of my Jesus
The only One alive who truly frees us
From worry, fear and a reluctance to love
With joy, boldness and kindness from above
On paths of frozen ice and snow
With bitter cold air all around
I just seek to know, where to go
To make it work with what I found
To walk quiet, without a sound
Of cracking ice and things I know
Snow piled in burdens by the pound
Waiting for harmonious flow
1/21/20
Entry for Oh-no A Twisted Char-Lay Poetry Contest. Sponsor: Charles Messina
For flowery words I have no gift
deep thoughts I'm rarely thinking
And when it comes to penmanship
my dear I fear I'm stinking
But none the less amid this mess
I'll sum up for your pleasure
Donations to our mutual fund
you've granted in full measure
In 'sixty-two who knew that you
would be my life-long buddy
We'd both tried once, struck out at love
our crystal ball was muddy
We'll make it work this time we said
but no one thought we meant it
The means it seems for life-long dreams
had not yet been invented
Of course I knew that you were who
I prayed would share my dreaming
Of mountain cabins babbling brooks
blue lakes with rainbows teeming
But you were from a Texas town
and I a guy from Brooklyn
So fat chance you and I would fly
where angels yearn to look in
Now reassessing all those years
of mutual indenture
The motorcycles horses boats
and trips of wild adventure
I know I owe it all to your
intrepid flexibility
That we hold these fond memories
to warm us through senility
Just another warrenpiece
She hugged her shoulders in the morning mist,
the sun struggled to pierce the charcoal shroud,
beside her someone turned, his lover kissed,
she left as he dissolved into the crowd.
The platform full, she stared along the rails,
he said he'd be along on the next train,
last chance for them, or else the marriage fails,
ten years to make it work, but all in vain.
He left for someone else, she could not cope,
another man like him she would not find,
her thoughts now focussed on this one last hope
when someone rushing pushed her from behind.
He heard the guard say 'please remain inside'
and thought 'I hope she's not seen someone's died'...
For contest 'Your finest Sonnet', sponsor Mark Massey
22nd July 2018
The sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Held my attention to make it work against rust
Reminding me “I am whom your mother did trust…
To clothe you well from harm of sun, wind and gust.”
Oh, I’m sorry to forget Mom’s tool so great
In crafting masterpiece of excellent rate
That showed her love, care and nurture – never late
While testifying about God midst bad fate.
“The war years seemed like only yesterday…
Great is the Lord* for prevailing in His way
He’s in control and in Him, there’s no delay
Let’s believe Him always.” Good words she would say.
From that wondrous memory emerged hope’s mark
To wake up with faith’s light and courage-spark
So I lay joyous in the Lord’s peace-bulwark
While candle sputtered, spent, and all was dark.
*Psalm 145:3 Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised; and his greatness is unsearchable.
April 14, 2018
6th place, "One Nine and Sixteen" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley; judged on 5/2/2018.
Featured among Poems of the Week from March 19-25, 2023.
game of love
You were a treasure yet sold at a bargain's price.
You were not appreciated. Yet you stayed.
A disconnection called, but you hesitated, in the name of love.
you knew it was fake.
But it was painful to let go, too painful to hold on and worth to try.
A relationship ready to fail and was all laid openly to you.
You were the game.
You were convinced they are the only one for you,
But how would you know? You are never willing to try.
But always willing to cry, it hurts, doesn’t it?
Always trying to make it work, when all they do is create work.
The effort you put in to fix it, Is the effort they put in to ruin it,
Because your no longer needed
Is it that difficult to read on their actions?
It’s true, actions speak louder than words.
When actions screamed truths, words were a blur. Neglecting the signs, you began to defer.
Escape the hurt, let healing begin.
Stop barking, it won’t help!
they will throw a stone at you Instead of a bone.
The longer you hold on the more it will be hard to let go.
The more we force it. The higher the chances to never fall in love again.
Taking yourself for granted is not an option.
It’s just a portion to kill your heart.
Time spent in neglect leaves a heart in distress. Embrace your value, and with love, don't regress.
We stay glued hoping to lose feeling.
But only transforming ourselves into shapes beyond healing
In the end we only want them to realise how much they mean to us
Hoping they will one day understand our feelings.
Sometimes we ask ourselves if they’ve ever fallen in love before
For if they did, they’d never want us to endure this pain
Of watching the one you love to walk away without hesitation.
Men say they don't like masculine women, but will put you in a position to where you have to be one.
Where is the money coming from if my hands aren't the ones that are dirty.
The responsibility laid on the shoulders like a 400lb Boulder, make it work.
Not good enough to want to be with, but good enough to make a mother.
Inconsistencies constantly delighted in as we sit in silence.
Now we get to be strong for more than just ourselves. Masculine surface but you will never see the inside, the part that gets lonely and damn the part where you get tired. Make it work.
Hopeful in the thought that you may be changing but you remember the feeling of the steel toe on your foot when you get up in the morning.
Smoke train brain, damn, your smoking again.
They say let go of resistance just for today. Make it work.
But today is really yesterday on the third shift schedule.
Little eyes and hands reaching for you but you can't lift them because the pain in your back but you still have to find a way to lift their spirit.
Remember to remind them you are doing everything you do for them but time will be short until the weekend when you really need to sleep from the lack of hours you missed during the week, Trying to hold the heaviness in your eyes so you can see them smile.
How many years has it been now.. I'm loosing count and weight.
What's that mean? The family constantly watching but never calling. She must be on drugs or some . That's always the go to. Make it work.
Oh you got a little attention huh? Don't rush it, you know what happened last time. Didn't he say he didn't like masculine women anyway.
Smoke train brain, your smoking AGAIN. Can you just slow down for a minute because I can't.
Time to start over again just for today as they said or for the masculine yesterday.
FOCUS, your not finished. Those boots are heavy but so is your heart. Time to work on some more .
Make it work.
C.W
Tonight I felt myself falling into your clutches again
It’s like the more I try to hide my love for you the deeper I fall in
I know that you’re my bad habit, but like an addict I have to have it
Allowing myself to fall deeper and deeper in
Knowing that the next day we’ll be right back at it again
Arguing, making accusations and claming to be out of love again
Tonight I found myself falling back into your clutches again
It’s a thing called love and even though we know it’s over...Love won’t let it end
So maybe we should try one last time to make it work again
But in my heart I know that in a few hours, days, or weeks
We’ll be right back at it again
Arguing, throwing out accusations, and claming to be out of love again
But then one night I’ll find myself falling right back into your clutches
Again...
System of events so dramatic it reinvents.
My wisdom over lends a static in a sense.
I give them my hands in return for amends,
Even though it is them who never understands.
Shackled and chained, felt internal pain.
Condemned to complain, alone I remain.
I forget my name, hide my face in shame.
Aiming for the fame, my souls put in vain.
Isolated feelings, as high as the ceiling,
Dealing with each one as time keeps on ticking.
I’m sealing the past, and starting a new beginning.
This living I’m seeing, no one should be given.
Sometimes I wonder, when I hear the thunder,
Is GOD asunder, because demons are under,
Waiting in numbers, in patience, in slumber,
At the end of a tunnel, throughout winter and summer.
I guess it could be worse, I could be in a hearse,
If I put my greed first, I lay deep in a curse.
Since my birth I was destined to disburse,
For what its worth, I’m willing to make it work.
Sometimes ,
it feels like I’m lighting candles in the rain
desperately trying to make it work
trying everything I know
yet it”s futile
Sometimes life doesn’t seem fair
because it isn’t and
it’s not meant to be
Still, life is wonderful and
only I can change it
so though it may rain,
I’ll find a spot in-between the clouds
and let my candle shine bright
Sometimes, we simply drift apart
No matter what we do
We always try to make it work
Tho we know, it's not going to
You say that I neglect you
And I don't know you anymore
You need my full attention
Like the way it was before
"It's not you it's me" I say
But no comfort can be found
We sit and don't communicate
We barely make a sound
As days go, by the words will fade
We're both now less persistant
There's nothing we can do to change
We've now become too distant
My conscience was most harried,
I tried to make it work but tarried.
For ten years I stayed married -
our boy was so meek and mild -
saying, I'll do it for the child.
Our family home was filled with stress,
professionals tried to find redress,
but this silent, hostile mess,
wasn't good for our son,
but I stuck with what I'd begun.
The counselor said that I should stay,
stick to it, don't throw it away,
it's better for the child that way,
and because of these fears,
I stayed for ten long years,
but I couldn't finish what I did begin.
I was too weak and I gave in,
and because of this awful sin,
later, we all smiled.
It was better for the child.
I can not help but wonder
When God created the earth
How did He think of all the things
It takes to make it work
I know God is God
And He knows all things
But the things I've been a witness to
How do they work I mean
The lava boils deep in the earth
Why does it need to leave
And when it does break through the crust
It becomes a volcano to us
It has destroyed all in its path
What of the hole it leaves behind
The cavity eventually caves in
And then the mountains do begin
Mean while the surface heals itself
The wind and rain step in
The soils that are blown and washed in
Help heal the scars again
What of the ash from the volcano
As it infiltrates the air
As it settles it brings death
Such as ASH FALL in Nebraska
Where the rhino's met their end
And what of the earth quakes
As the earth seems to shake in pain
The cracks that they leave behind
Form gullies and ravines
The oil, the gas, the silver, the gold
The floods, the tornados, the drouths, the cold
Fires caused by lightenings sting
Are all under Mother Natures wing
The animals before man's time
Lived and died as was designed
And still the earth went on and on
And healed it self from dusk to dawn
And now that man is here
It has to work harder
It is there to heal the wounds
That man seems to father
Then we have the food chain
Land and water both provide
And if man doesn't watch his step
Fathom waits outside
Now and then it does rebel
It gets the upper hand
Tornados, blizzards, hurricanes
Volcanos and desert sand
The scars the wars do leave
Mother Nature does her best
If only we'd learn to live in peace
She could take a rest
And all the stupid things man does
Like building homes along a high cliff
Then when Mother Nature does her thing
Bet you can guess who takes the blame
The heavens, the earth were made by God,
And for eons they did survive
Then God created man,
If they don't work side by side
Neither of them will abide
I guess I answered my own question
I just had to use my brain
Thank You God for all Your help
I hope it's not in vain