Best Repressing Poems
I ran from you to protect my heart
Or at least I thought I'd try
But little did I know back then
Just exactly why
Why run from what I feel inside
Deep within my heart
Instead of running towards the arms
From which I'd never part
It wasn't like we shared our lives
Beyond the words we'd say
We'd steal a kiss here and there
And then we'd walk away
Then I might not pass your way again
For quite a long, long time
Repressing all my feelings strong
I hoped to in my mind
It never worked as I had hoped
But why hope this anyway
Cause I've felt this way for many years
And doubt I'll ever change
The reasons to not feel for you
Were just covered with the lies
That I continually told myself
Why did I ever try
Cause no matter how, I think that I
Could push our fates away
I still wish that we were one
To this very day
Categories:
repressing, emotions,
Form:
Rhyme
Here I was pretending
Not to see the truth that laid before me.
Forever suppressing my correct thoughts
That were safely locked up in my unconscious.
But, presenting my views and opinion as if
The truth never existed…
Here I was ignoring
To look at the truth that laid before me.
Always repressing my real feelings
From the cockle of my heart.
Yet, smiling and beaming as if
The truth never existed…
Here I was avoiding
To face the truth that laid before me.
Constantly curbing my true actions
That stood at the edge of my cognizance.
Nevertheless, displaying my pseudo me as if
The truth never existed…
But only to finally learn that
With the forever, always and constant lie,
Lie that I was living
Was a short life.
And only the truth has the
Forever, always and constant life.
Categories:
repressing, faith, how i feel,
Form:
Epic
Human Trafficking
Freedom
Sacred, Invioble
Obligating, Purifying, Liberating
Opportunity, Autonomy, Servitude, Impotence
Repressing, Confining, Demeaning
Abysmal, Incomprehensible
Slavery
Sunshine Williams
Categories:
repressing, abuse, business, poverty, prison,
Form:
Diamante
Dee and Me
The years have so quickly gotten by.
They have stepped in-between you and I
The years have slipped quietly away.
You, it seems, have drifted further than they.
There is nothing left of what once was,
and I wonder why ?, and this is because
there are our two Girls, who are in need
and deserve not, because of our creed.
Because of our wrongs and bad deeds,
these may have planted the wrong seeds
in the minds of our innocent Daughters,
who, - upon this plane- stumble, falters
upon the paths they have chosen to walk.
With me, it seems, they seldom / never talk
about what it is they are truly feeling
so that they may let it go – know the healing
that comes upon the heals of totally expressing
the secrets, all that they have been repressing.
I have, for years now, wondered ?, what is your deal,
what is with you ?, what is this fate ?, in which you seal
my destiny – forever it seems – to live,
no matter what – to you, I did give
my all – from you, you have chosen to ignore
and behind us – me – you have closed the door.
From you, – it seems – nothing, this forevermore.
I wonder ?, what of our past do you remember.
On my Black Bird’s wings, on a Lincoln’s front fender,
above the mighty Grand, on top of mount Tamalpais.
Some of, all that was good my dear, but alas,
I fear, it is all gone to dust, lost forever.
Remembered ?, relished ?, I believe – never –
for animosity, harbouring to much ill will
drives what reason the reasons that kill
any memories of Hawaii, Florida, California,
Ontario, Ohio, Arizona, British Columbia,
all the good, that once was representative
of a life style I brought you into - to live.
Live beyond what once was, this I did give.
B .J. “A” 2
December 14th 2004
Categories:
repressing, wife,
Form:
Rhyme
Friends make memories
Love ones draw smiles on hearts
The beautiful days created are hard to wipe
Great and happy moments stay longer than birthmarks
But what happens when you lose a love one?
When you are betrayed by the one in heart
Just when you shared laughs and smiles and love
And Just when you bid her goodbye
Just when you bid her goodnight
What if she took it serious?
What if that was the last time?
What if when she said she was going to bed
She really meant to put her soul to sleep
To close her eyes from our dark world and
Open in the other side of town?
What if all along
She was crying to you?
Silently wailing in your ears
What if every call was for you to answer
To ask her how she was doing?
What if your duty was just to call and check up
And to provide care like she's your patient and you her nurse?
What if your hands were shorter and she had to embrace her soul in the cold arms of death?
What if all it takes to prevent anyone from committing suicide
Is just a smile, an ear to listen and a voice to comfort?
But am I my brother's keeper?
Are you?
So is that why we un-look and lash their insecurities with cane (cain)?
Then why do we seem to care when we hear their blood calling for redemption
Like we are some form of salvation and need an exemption from the feeling of guilt?
There are a lot of people in depression
Repressing their happiness and their will to live
why don't we lend them a listening ear
to hear their cry for help
Why don't we give them a reason to live
A change of mind
why don't we call them back, to align
And why don't we call them mine
Why won't you call them yours
I just want you to know that
Mental instability is a deadly weapon killing a lot of innocent souls
Let’s look out for each other
Lets see one another as our own
Our brother, sister, mother, father, our loved one
Together let’s win the war against suicide
Before it kills us.
Categories:
repressing, depression, goodbye, grief, loss,
Form:
Free verse
I'm at Dunkin Donuts dunking a donut,
for the experience.
Letting my memories pass through me.
Not repressing any of them.
I'm pretending to be a scientist
of the mind.
It's not fun though.
Makes you glad spreadsheets have functions!
Somewhere in the donut crumbs
stirring around in my coffee
is a hidden key to the messages in my head.
There must be a rhythm to all
the misunderstandings and misapprehensions.
But just as soon as I think I've found some answers
a damn truck drives buy and vibrates the windows and the tables and distracts me,
or some saucy ass walks by on the street.
Maybe I should go somewhere else.
No, damn it, I should be able to do this here.
The answers are wrapped in the distractions
now that I think about it.
They are everywhere.
Doesn't matter where I go.
Focus.
Don't focus.
Balance the two.
I'm Evel Knievel of the mind!
Maybe I'll look for a job today.
I should stay here and keep at this though.
I'm on the verge of something.
I know it.
Categories:
repressing, confusion, psychological,
Form:
Free verse
ARE THERE CARIBOU IN MALIBU?
The frail I fail to reach
The elderly with so much to teach
Those older whose shoulder brushes mine
And yet each and every eye still to shine
Those tangled up by values and vine
The ones who feed squirrels in some secluded square
Those with remembrances to relate with reverence, relevance and a touch of flair
The old and the better ones
The cold and bitter ones
Those who fear to do what they could never dare
Those who dare not do that which they fear
That elder on a bench was once a tailor in a shop on Main Street in Malibu
The one over there used to do conservation work for the caribou
Because every elder once was………….
Everyone once was something
Something of worth with value assessed
Everyone has been caressed
With lamentable last times and blessed by first times
Bed times, bad times and the worst times
Rain shower times and feathery flower times
Times of weakness and power times
Repressing and depressing times
Most had lovers to whom they were inclined
Sorrowfully one fell well behind
Still others had delight definitively defined
Some of them, on occasion, rose to the occasion
And most once had a viable vocation
Everyone did something kind
Everyone had vengeance weighing on their mind
Everyone tried to kindle a spark
And some were left deeply in the dark
Yet sadly only a sacred few will die and acutely, with acumen, leave their memorable mark
© 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~
Categories:
repressing, angst, , cute,
Form:
Hybronnet
The crisp-cut, full moon hung high in the sky,
Staring down upon him like a demon eye.
Through the foliage a column of moonbeam fell,
Pinning him in its center as a scream did expel,
Reverberating and echoing like a tolling bell.
Unknowing if it came from him or another,
He stood stock still, repressing a shudder.
At that moment on the outer edges of his sight
City light filtered through the trees like blight on the night,
Neither bettering or worsening his situation, place nor plight.
Forever followed by a malevolent being,
One so inconspicuous, rendering others unseeing.
Fear frozen, he listened, felt and silently stood,
Unable to tread and thread through the wood;
Though, with its open passage, anyone could.
Desolation and depression then danced in his head
Like the dust motes within the moonshine overhead;
Their swirl and twirl did hypnotized and hinder
Bringing forth his dark, death harbinger,
One composed of an inner specter.
Since flight proved futile, his pursuer closer than his heel,
He abruptly decided to embrace the ground and kneel.
Within his consciousness there was a drastic upheaval;
A sudden exhumation of pure, long-dead evil.
The metamorphosis complete; purity lost the fight.
He then strolled down toward the city light.
Categories:
repressing, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
My heart grieves for past warmth, rocking guilt back and forth
Like a cradled infant, deceased, and torn
I wailed inside and expressed what the babies could not,
Pierced so purposefully. . . their blood drizzled lightly upon the streets
Two gray kittens, side by side
One face molded into the warm body of the other
Lethal legacy
Unjust proclamation- a threat to heart sensation
This vessel of mine sunk long ago… and now,
With emotions compacted and learned, I merely nod
Before my eyes had laid upon such tragedy,
I had been suffering a loss I can no longer withhold,
And as it was so near, I see his death over and over, so clear
My best friend, lying still- half in filth, half in glory
My cries of grief, overtones to his excavating spirit
You do not belong here any longer, sweet black angel
Your soft, dreamy eyes, your lovable ears,
Replaced by unappreciated jeers
I hear them in the night as it had happened
Oblivious me, in deep sleep
Dreaming up hopes later shattered
My tears fell upon his black fur,
His keen green eyes now dead and lifeless
Feel the burn, yes feel the burn of loss, I heard him whisper
Because in this very moment, you are changing!!!
How I both cherish and hate this alteration!
How it has transformed a hopeful soul into saturated slivers of sadness
Repressing anger and fear to ensure good became of his innocence
Now it has led me to these two outcasts,
Caught by others in their cold dimensions
As much as I wish someone to suffer for their absence,
Alone, I agonize, again
Crying internally for the persecutors
This world both baffles me and excites me. Today, this world has brought me to my knees in sorrow and humility.
~Dedicated to Spy, my beloved black cat , and to the sweet stray kittens of no name found 2 days later...~
May 2013 - October 18 RIP
Categories:
repressing, absence, courage, death, hurt,
Form:
Free verse
Day dawns on me breathlessly with drudgery,
Gayless is my countenance to elude the cartload of tasks.
Yeah is only the option that makes me trot with lunch box,
Mayhem is the state of affairs that drain me out and out.
Recuperating with tiny box to resume,
Munndane tasks when everything is drab and drowsy.
Rejuvenating with break for tea and,
Lampooning the lives of others with mediocre actions.
The twilight of the day in the company,
Of sunset stretches for my hand for outing.
Budging an inch by inch with buzzing and bustling thoughts,
Knowing thereby to be in the vortex of life.
Moving earth and heaven to get reprieve of thorn ridden way,
Hoping to make it to stoical life.
That turns to be the tranquilizer of repressing all ripples of life..!!
Categories:
repressing, how i feel, life,
Form:
Free verse
I shall bloom with unrelenting persistence
and murderous resistance,
fighting back with mental pistons,
shattering the framerworks of my current existence.
I find self expression
from the roots of my depression
and resilience
in the past I'm repressing.
This obsession
drives me up the mountain to anxieties peak
as my chest rises and heaves
and I crumble to heaps,
gnashing my teeth
and thrashing through sleep,
I can't find peace
nor the sunny salvation I seek,
my will is strong but my sense of self remains meek.
I'm
dying to be alive
taking ten steps back with every onward stride,
swallowing each breath of life through anothers eye
with two swigs of cyanide
as I trail the boarders of pride
and internal genocide,
ultimately to be defined
by the box of rules I choose to abide
and the standards to which I feel I must rise,
when
will I burn the bed of lies
that serve as the foundation for my entire life
with all of the fire I carry inside?
The worst has yet to come
but when all is said and done,
I will shine with the intensity of a thousand suns
and burn the million, million and one
people
who said I'd never be good enough
or successful enough
or smart enough
or beautiful enough
or thin enough,
to the million, million and one
people
I will drip the last drops of self hate from the tip of my tongue,
and I will learn to scream from the bottom
of my
inadequate,
silenced,
undeserving lungs:
I am enough,
I am enough,
I AM enough.
Categories:
repressing, anxiety, depression, heart, identity,
Form:
Blank verse
Straight-lined radiance
spiraling gravity's view
Gravity pulls
in search of gratitude,
requited.
Radiance flies toward Exterior Light,
Gravity dances with Interior Night,
A flight of fancy dance.
Radiant birth reaches tender tendrils
toward touch of bright.
Rich embedded birth searches below
with slender stealth
toward Other,
where We become more than One.
Born again in perpetual orgasmic grasp
And release of creolizing nutrients,
sustainable capital,
sensational value,
sacred meaning,
secular learning,
sublime creating
informed ex-forming
immigrating emigrants.
Looking back,
Interior Landscape recalls gravity's reverse,
spiraling toward future flower,
new eyes and ears
raining seeds of actively resilient hope
for Exterior Landscape's ReGenesis.
Seeds spiral down
darkly,
richly rhyming
Earth's PermaCultured Story.
Sublime Spring's buds
Ergodically bloom
Facing blind bliss by Summer's day,
warm wet caress by night
toward falling gratitude
Species' seed prediction:
a wintry night of purgation,
while love unites
depression
oppression
suppression
repressing
what positive impressions
Earth has already harvested
for spiral-limned radiance of Spring.
Straight-lined radiance,
spiraling gravity's view.
Gravity draws
a resonant song of gratitude,
radiantly
resiliently requited.
Categories:
repressing, earth, earth day, easter,
Form:
Free verse
My hand hangs from the stirring wheel,
Insensible, to the mind noosed reasoning work
and nature’s clock repressing the other wrist of a confined ideal
My eyes declare thru the windshield an undemonstrative lurk
and conscience waterboarded by a stimulant
The faded, light and long strokes depict
A thinker stifled, suffering a long-term imprisonment
Do you believe in sacrifice for other’s freedom?
Do you accept scaling the entrails of your wisdom?
Alas! Valor mounted on black wings
A bird, ravenous, painted under the fender
If to live, is carried out in one who brings
Entertainment, from joy, by a creator
And food, a sour carcass as a chimera, held in claws
You should amuse to create with a craving appetite
Instilled the bird gored and digested the applause
Are you prepared to die for this continuance?
Are you willing to defend imagination’s allegiance?
Passion is a purple seed filled and fruitful heart
Sacrifice is death’s wishbone
My memorial, in remembrance, gifts the long part
The bird's thankless effort snaps off the short end to own
I enlists work under power of ball and chain
Which of the two will you fulfill?
And the bird evades an unbidden will of pain
Do you take this obligation freely?
Will you discharge this duty well and faithfully?
Categories:
repressing, art, creation, freedom, passion,
Form:
Rhyme
She forgot how it feels like to sleep;
dreams only take her back to her past,
which she tries to forget,
repressing them with pot and sleeping pills.
She has tried to forget her episodes with sex,
but it only makes her more scared of her abuser,
who is part of her family.
He has always kissed her "goodnight"
and read her story books,
with the pretext of being a good guardian.
She always sees him in her dreams, thoughts,
and smiles of her boyfriends' faces.
Sometimes she shuts the door in her room,
then yells, crying out to her remaining spark
of bliss in her soul.
Other times she contemplates to end her pain
by taking her own life....
Categories:
repressing, abuse, anger, girl, life,
Form:
Narrative
One year ago Dictator Putin’s
Massed military might
Invaded the Ukraine
Not really expecting any fight.
One year later, with increasing
Frustration and despair,
Putin’s battered conscript army
Is still trapped and fighting there.
Like all modern military bullies
They failed to understand
The power of the patriot when
Asked to defend his land.
So many recent example
Of the futility of wars
When Military ambitions face
A defender with a cause.
Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan,
All refused to accept defeat
Although battered and torn
Each forced invader to retreat.
With arrogance and ignorance
They don’t learn or even care
Of the proverb telling of the power
Of sword turning into ploughshare.
In the end it’s down to statistics
The invader finally accepts he’s lost
When faced with the ever mounting
Life, material, and economic cost.
They leave behind chaos while,
Like hungry vultures they hover,
Waiting for the ready profits there
As they offer assistance to recover.
The purveyor of munitions
Not really taking any side,
Quietly counts his profits from
The sales he’s made worldwide.
And gleefully rubs his hands
Waiting for the rise in sales
That aftermath of a conflict
Inevitably entails.
The bully has to replace arms
He’s used on the battleground
And so the oil of commerce
Makes the World go round.
For the whole World knows
There’s no way to compete
With satisfaction gained
From a healthy profit sheet.
Putin still sits in Moscow
So immaculately dressed
Repressing a country that’s
Been constantly repressed.
POTUS sits in Washington
Land supposedly of the free
Where anyone can starve
In the name of democracy.
Two different systems and
Two very different voices.
You just pays your money and
You just makes your choices.
Categories:
repressing, anger, history, political, war,
Form:
Rhyme