Best Mending Poems
Contrary let’s have a conversation
Let’s speak to euphemisms
And pregnant letters of anagrams
Sentencing fixation declaring persona non grata
Heads chopped for Eskimos
Sensing heresy and heresy’s
Running around context to a content
Telling a novel to a telenovela
Paragraphs to a paraplegic in paralysis
Please let’s not sell confirmation to be firm
Brought to be bought
Needles piercing through a pierced needle
Mending letters for letter heads
A grieve sensing tears departing death
Condolences speaking so well with pain
She’s passed on, on to the ethos-
And incarnations
Ancestors to an ancestor-
Leaving God with bill to captures guts;
A man with a liver
Words with a man and it was men
Independents, depending on what happens
Independents where are you?
Schizophrenia for frivolous
Respect for all who respond
Spirits speaking so well with spirituality
Serving a soul so soul for flesh purpose
Unity with bones for free
Miracles doomed and boomed in miraculous
Listening to a beginning: a sun so sweet for a sweet
Manifest in emblematic sworn in; the alchemy
Mending Words : THE TRENCHES
THE TRENCHES the pure truth so colorful, so to bring out the beast in a beast; philosophy, spirituality and dreams in priggish ways a fifth chapter.
i watched you take the needle,
thread the eye, cautiously,
as if one wrong slip could draw blood
and make it drip down, like tears in fine lines
or little rows just hemmed.
mend it tight! tie the knot,
before it slips away
like a lost little soul,
tuck it under, crooked little loop,
no one will notice what lies underneath,
flawed by your unsteady hands.
go ahead, unravel life
as if it were an old rag,
tattered from abuse,
toss it out, disregard what you made,
you can't go on mending something
so full of holes, it's an unworthy cause.
don't you see?
(i watched you thread my eye)
you slipped and bled yourself dry,
(i still cry in little rows,
tucked beneath your life)
yet, i'm still flawed the same,
(crooked little loop)
and no one notices,
they only see you, through me,
(who died anyway)?
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It was two thousand years ago
when Jesus walked the earth.
He told man of His love for them.
Their Savior, Lord and King.
He was the perfect lamb of God,
the ultimate sacrifice.
He came to mend the broken heart
that Adam had destroyed.
In that garden long ago,
"Man ~ Died."
Oh! How it must have broken God's heart
when Adam, he defied.
When Eve gave him the fruit to eat,
She said it would make them wise.
God put a curse on that snake.
He sent him to the ground.
He said, "One day I'll send someone."
to bring old Satan down.
He kept His word, and sent His Son,
who was crucified on that tree.
He took man's sins upon him.
He died for you and me.
On that blessed morning,
when Jesus, He did rise.
He mended the heart
between God and mankind.
Thank God!
Man! will survive.
5-07-20005
Let it travel over the mountans
Across the plains
To the distance from where I sit.
When it finally reaches your ears
Let it be known
These words I send to you for a reason.
I have heard your cry
Each calling that becomes louder
One after the other.
To you I bring solace and comfort
For the heart's door is open
For you to walk straight into.
I am comming home to you
Give you love that you yearned for
Hold you in an embace
To warm your body and heart............
To make you feel
Like honey to the tongue.
You will suffer no more
Mine is pure and true
To rinse your soiled heart.........
Off memories you wish to forget
Yes to make a new you
Happy inside all of the time.
Lifes lessons
I sure too has leart the hard way
Heartbreaks, memories and sorrows.
The world has taught me to endure
With this I come to you
So that together we can mend.
I've been mending fences. It's a long ride down a straight line. You can't do this kind of work unless you have the strength and the spirit to live with solitude. There is nothing out here but scrub brush, vultures, and the sky. I start each day over a campfire of loneliness. The coyotes songs ringing in my ears. There is only one thing I want in this world and that is peace of mind.
The tongue is a fire, it can inspire,
or burn, everything.
The words we say, have so much power,
to build up, or devour, everything.
How much better to think first,
not expecting the worst,
from everyone.
So much happier you will be,
having friends and family,
living as one.
Don't live life without thought,
fixing mistakes from thoughtless talk.
Everything we do and say,
has consequences.
Don't spend your life,
burning bridges,
mending fences.
John Derek Hamilton February 21, 2013 Revised October7,2015
In the depths of night, where shadows roam,
A tale unfolds of shattered dreams we own.
Once filled with hope, our hearts soared high,
But now they lie broken, beneath the sky.
Whispers of promises, once sweet and clear,
Now echo as fragments of what was once dear.
Dreams we nurtured with tender care,
Now lay shattered, beyond repair.
The stars above, they weep and sigh,
As shattered dreams pass us by.
In the wreckage, we search for a spark,
To mend the pieces, to light the dark.
But alas, the shards cut deep and true,
Leaving scars of pain, a haunting residue.
What once was whole, now scattered and torn,
Leaving us wondering, where we went wrong.
Yet through the sorrow, a glimmer remains,
A flicker of hope, amidst the pains.
For in shattered dreams, we find the strength,
To rise again, to go to any length.
With every piece, we gather and hold,
A story of resilience, yet to be told.
For shattered dreams can still inspire,
Burning within, an eternal fire.
So let us gather the broken dreams,
And fashion a tapestry, stitched with seams.
For in the mending, we find our way,
To a brighter dawn, a brand-new day.
In shattered dreams, we learn to find,
The beauty that lingers within the mind.
For dreams may shatter, but they can mend,
A testament to the human spirit, in the end.
So hold your shattered dreams with care,
For they hold the power to repair.
In each fracture, a lesson lies,
That dreams can rise again, like the sun in the skies.
© Roseline Sunday
29/5/23
bow riding
Dall's porpoises play
sea otters, orcas
and bald eagles
every day
herding salmon
otter find another boat
and some porpoise
otter love you more
like I did in Alaska
otter mend this net
love slips through
reel it in carefully
and stack it meticulously
(setting it should
never ensue disaster)
a listless drifter
I have been
tempting storms
and rocky shores
otter live this life on porpoise
like I did then
choose a destination
sail to better shores (oh, give me a home
where the sea otters roam
and the bow riding
Dall's porpoises play)
otter love you more
like I did in Alaska
if anyone were to ask
was there a time
when the black umbrellas
folded
and the reign ended;
the crows again flew, stark
against the Summer sun;
the scent of roses threw
their stain along the tendrils
of the wind;
and the quiet of a day
no longer stretched itself,
yawning like a wound -
if anyone were to ask
when was the moment
that gave beat to the measure;
what drove
the cloud from the lining;
which dog ate the marrow,
warm and quivering, from
the heart of the bone;
how gracefully the slumbering giant
rolled away from the dew
of morning -
if anyone were to ask
what changed it all
my response would be
it happened as he
listened to the unspoken;
honored an unshed tear;
gave loft to the gauze
of an airless dream;
held an empty hand until
it grasped everything -
if anyone were to ask
I’d have to say
these things became
fluid
as effortlessly
and unremarked
as the wink of an eye
that is
the color of the Aegean Sea
Nothing as cold as a winter of black.
the world still moves, as if nothing has changed.
"a snow angel" i thought as she fell back.
she looked to the stars "they all seem arranged".
her eyes a sunrise on the Coral Sea.
Years pass people, continue in rejoice.
my despair endless, as challenger deep.
i long for her warmth, and ache for her voice.
her love for me eternally in stone.
love crashing down in a thunderous wave.
stars came and went but i stood there alone.
waiting for deaths sweet grip, by true loves grave.
when joy comes with curved blade and dark cloak.
time will mend the heart, it long ago broke.
Dockworkers on strike, the ocean gray
and choppy. Wind whips the rigging
of a sailing ship with its weathered hag –
figurehead once lovely in a gentler
age. What Time weaves of us. A line
from memory flits to places farther
inland, when you were younger, every-
thing graced with light: the rain,
the chickweed, and the burdock leaf.
Tomorrow, another ship comes in.
Nature's broken heart
Floats on a warm, blue day's breeze
Feeding the earth's love
correction and judgement sometimes looks the same, when the correction is viewed, sometimes people take it the wrong way, with our lack of understanding in our hearts we condemn, taking things personally what we were meant to mend, without disipline and correction where would we be, God placed us together to help us to see, love may not always look gentle and kind, sometimes painful and instructional, this is why we all quote "love is blind", the automatic assumption is condemnation and judgement, without hearing one's heart we jump to make those assumptions, yet still underneath it all, we know the truth, when the love is real, and his spirit leads us to move.
I spread my blanket
Quickly on the bed
I see a small hole
With needle and thread
I begin to mend
Working very slow
I begin to mind
My cat suddenly
Jumps onto the bed
I had to remove
Pin cushion and ripper
She sat on the blanket
Exactly where I
Was mending the hole
I was unable
To sew the blanket
Instead I smiled
As she stared at me
I gave her a hug.
Invisible mending, for an invisible pain:
Invisibly tearing whenever I see you again.
Impossible longing, wrapped in my tentative smile:
Wondering vainly if you could love me a while …
Invisible torture of inaudible words,
Piercing my mem'ry like a glittering sword.
Invisible scalpel of your butterfly touch,
Reminding my body that I miss you so much …
Pulling out threads from all the light and the shade.
Weaving them neatly into the holes that you made.
Jabbing the needle into edges so raw:
Pulling together almost as good as before …
Invisible mending – no, you can’t see the tear:
But look at it closely and you know that it’s there.
The patch may look better, but it’s never so strong:
The hurt’s covered over but it’s never quite gone …
Invisible mending, for an invisible pain:
Invisibly tearing whenever I see you again.
Indelible visions of a happier time:
Incredible torture now … ‘cause you’re no longer mine.
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