Best Saught Poems
She never gave the love that I saught
He never asked about my thoughts
I stayed home with no one to play
Lost in my dreams I wondered astray
I searched for a friend which I never found
I cried out my heart, no one heard the sound
Sometimes I wished I was never born
Or never wake up and see another dawn.
I peeped though the doors and saw them fighting
All day it was just yelling and shouting
I sat by the window and watched the white clouds
Wishing I could float with them and sing out aloud
But alas! My reverie never lasted forever
A cold voice would soon shake me and it would be over
Sometimes I wondered to whom I belonged
I searched for an answer like a lost song.
The kids in my class thought I was strange
Kind of weird, no one wanted to my friend
I didn’t know how to smile, I never found a reason
Life seemed so dark, trapped in a prison
Wish I could run, millions of miles
Find a faraway place where I could learn to smile
But at the end of the day the hope disappeared
I made my way back to the place that I feared.
Through my little window I stared at the night sky
Wishing for a miracle as I saw with my wet eyes
A twinkling star up above there
A sign of an angel coming from somewhere
I hoped and hoped, for a happy home
Where I would be loved and wouldn’t be so lone
It never happened and every day passed by
The lonely child kept wishing she could die.
Equations
Linear array of
life symbols,
If one could set forth
on left and to the right,
A mere balancing
of algebraic equation,
We swing to tunes
pulleys struggle a balance.
Unlike free birds
that fly limitless,
Confident cricket
that shrills constantly,
Bees humming
still their honey lost,
Flowers perishing
leave fragrance in air,
All celebrate life
no equations saught.
Man wasting
efforts and time,
Interfering into
laws of nature,
Killing and exploiting
in name of equations,
Nothing set right.
Let learnings
of physics, chemistry
and mathematics,
Apply to real living
Equations of love
and laughter,
Wisdom and speech
emotions and trust
Be congruent.
Written March 12th, 2016
For contest "Equations"
Sponsor- Anthony Slausen
Now entered for "101 in a row- 14- poetry contest" by PD A
one moment at a time
two seconds pass by
three thoughts in my head
four times I click my pen
five minuites drag out
six carpet panels
seven. sounds like heaven
eight, not hungry but thank you
nine, what is the time?
ten musles twitching
eleven beats pulsing in my head
twelve voices haunting me
thirteen the age it started
fouteen days untill I went mad
fifteen people to hold me down
sixteen, my age now
seventeen days of solitary
eighteen years would've been freedom
nineteen seconds changed me
twenty links in the chain holding me together
twenty-one ways to regret life
twenty-two reasons to give up
twenty-three celing squares
twenty- four hours a day,
~Now what can I say,
~so they think I'm okay
~I'll even follow their way.
twenty-five lines on a page
twenty-six doctors rushing around
twenty-seven pills failed
twenty-eight times restrained
twenty-nine days untill I give up.
Thirty seconds untill next shot
~How many have they caught?
~Whats the number of times I've fought?
~When rest is all I've saught.
Thrity-o...o...one more breaths
Thirtyy_Two, shiny lights
tHirty_thr3e, so sleepy
ThIrTy... flower... i mean four
~Can I take much more?
~let me out the door.
~I havent been bad.
~just some fun I had
_Sleep claims my eyes
_doctors scrible on their pads
_dream are welcomed in to haunt me
_I fight the screams
_more notes scribbled
I
loose
the
little
sanity
I
had
left
while
their
needles
never
stop
Count down, they say
I count again.
One more round of pain
Two more people helped
three times the effort
four more tests
five more pills
six new rooms
seven more lies
eight apologies roll out of my lips
nine more reasons to give in to the dark
ten shaky fingers of death wrap around my neck
~I breath in
~ I let it out
~~All of it
~~~All of it
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~Freedom at last
Incarcerated;
I only reflected a vapor image of a world I was in.
Enslaved to a master;
Who only gave woe;
Continuously toiling;
Of rest I found none.
Weary and worn I had become.
Friends became enemies and hope turned to despair.
My eyes darkened black as the night;
Shutting out any light.
Overtaken and almost soulless was I;
Trapped by a master who always spoke lies.
The bars on the door only opened a few minutes each day,
Such hurried and busied;
No time to pray.
My speech taken with the very first step through the dark door.
I began to hide within myself,
Locking the door of which only I had the key.
Terrified of what I had become;
A monster.
That could shred anyone who tried to rescue me.
The vapor became so thick I had to feel for the locked door ands search for the key.
Day after day;
Pressed and pushed;
Toiled and enslaved.
Those few minutes when the bars gave way;
A message I was able to convey;
To a man who appeared in front of me one day.
I want to be free.
Please don't forget about me.
Wad all the time I had to say,
Before th master came to lock me away.
Each day I grew more desperate than the day before;
Asking The man to free me;
To carry the message to a far away shore.
Knowing if I was to ever be caught trying to leave the master would behead me.
One final day the man appeared unto me.
He opened the door and set me free.
The onslaught of my life continues and my head is forever saught by the foe.
But braver am I when I hand Jesus my keys and He rescues someone just like me.
By Christy Teas
Form:
the half drawn eyelid son grew weary
under his lamp.
slumping next to the shade that drew
his voice to a sigh.
slight the long shadow and grieve a mother.
the less saught after second born
son of abraham.
slaughterhouse drunk son of a b
dont turn to fast now or you might spin him.
slow the hours of the day.
slower still now the second glance.
the frail hand on the wall permits a
little stillness if only for a second.
A spectrum of memories // etched in // directing
Synaptic obscenities // fetching regrets //
Count those dour mental entities // concepts like insects //
Innumerable enemies // wielding their sketches
Of interlacing, undulating, thoughts I’d never saught to see again
It’s raining, awful tortured claws of water dripping down my neck
Engaging like the famous horsemen four of the apocalypse
A brainwave tells me faught or flew is not an option, it’s past tense
And it’s passed any means of remedy - my enemy’s my friend
And it’s last orders on the corner where I’m standing with a ten
And if I bought at four I might, instead I waited ‘til seven
I test the borders and the corners of the realm of temptation
Daily thoughts of pickin’ up…
…When all the pieces come unstuck
And I thank that’s It’s a familiar pattern
I piece it back together, crumb by speck by dotted flame, refuelled lighters on the bristle of tobacco peering from its paper nesting, used now to light a subtle torch, the lightbulb in my head, a spotlight thats located a second answer -
And I thank that it’s a familiar pattern
As I know how to piece it back together.
Tomorrow, do the same thing again,
But tonight, a glass of water then bed
Dreaming of keeping the faith
Dreaming always
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Little strange things, like more concurrent truths
Between science and religion, but picking one
Closes off the truth saught, instead pride filled
arguments
About who has the most relevance in the idea
given to them based on perceptions of other men.
Maybe you've heard that under united syllabus
Only 12 types of vision can be created
And you can be positive are negative in each
Is that bipolor, sorry adhd
So you have 12 ways you have to perceive
Before a truth is held reasonable by all.
The only way to avoid rebellious pride
Is to have one of all personalities
Hear, understand and share their inceptions
Onto all You may see., but negative
Is ever present so 1 out of 12 may turn and kill you
The ones who were always listened too
Are ones that fit none of these men who
Learned lessons, not by those who would teach
All were betrayed, put to death for endangering
The heiarchy of the time.and now they are
Discredit by mental illness and prescribed pills
That can erase the mind to be rebuilt by thearopy
So except all you read, be kind and bless ones in need
Sit in the middle of the ones who believe You
Enjoy a meal, speak honestly and realize
That any supper could be your last
And all but one kind of men can be bought
And you could die at hand of friend.
12 apostles, 12 ways of learned routes of reason
The first organization of religion is a con in time
And all based from that are perception of a truth
That was also censored and based on lie
All evil are power is given not earned
Before united education and truths
By kings and cowards burned
Before access to all opion by way of TV
The mind of man was capable of amazing things
That we still appreciate and in the same breath
its lessons slip away,
The calendar of the miyans made took
The ability of thinking past one life span
Why could things of present day
Be predicted by men of yesterday
Because a plan put in motion by many men
To assure their descendents have power one day
Every reasonable man can see were this leads
Others agree and fight to be the pedigree
Of the coming eternity, one just disappeared
After learning the cycle beginning to end
I will continue this scroll of those who read ask I do so
Form:
Steadily these pages turn ,but im slave to no clock.
Time has a wage, but that wont make me stop.b
Into the fast life, no look before i hop,
Deathsdoor no stranger, it feels good to knock,
No key to the door, so i just pick the lock,
Gotta get through these trenches, before the beat drops,
Me next to the grim reaper, standin on top,
Look to the bottom, just lines of chalk,
Get your ass back, once i start i dont stop,
Get what you need , we all need to get off,
We live in bad dreams , tears wipe with a cloth,
The future is uncertain, to love is a loss,
Dobyou know freedom or is obsession your boss,
We lose so much, going past lines we dont wanna cross,
So if laughter becomes pain, is worth the cost,
Go where i want , never get lost
Ice flows through these veins, my heart made of frost,
I just gotta get past this pain, then i can push on the nas,
Sane is insane, to thise outside the box,
My behaivor needs tamed , but this just dont pause,
Learn from the past or more loss is what you cause,
Cant always go fast we need rest for our paws,
Euphoria never lasts its one of natures laws,
Storms in the wind , dont get closed in its jaws,
Better paddle your fins, or into the whirlpool youll be drawn,
Just keep truth in your sight , so you can fix any flaw,
Awareness of self is learnt its not taught
If driven by wealth, if love is not saught,
Why. Keep doin whats wrong, everyone eventually get caught,
Always sing your own song, control you own plot ,
Wrong for so long you may regret what you baught
Bitter sweet that path to tread
Popping pills and nothing said
Making deals, getting into debt
No one caring, no one will fret.
Poverty spoken, lived in the past
Sympathy short, nothing to last
Watching telly a daytime stew
Nothing real and nothing new
Leaving school, work’s not there
Some they steal if they dare
Hurting many, stirring feeling
Losing friends, anger reeling
Battles lost, never a winner
Snacking days, what’s a dinner
Highs saught, no lesson learned
Never a penny to be earned
Benefits, they are a must
Fancy goods, wonder lust
Dreams still there, in the head
Too much time, spent in bed
Spirits gone, the fight was there
Inside the mind, all to bare
Feeling lost, no life lived
Happiness all being sieved
Where’s the blessing in the soul
Fish swimming in the bowl
Drinking water, popping more
No way out, no open door.
My soul is ready
Packed and prepared.
The BEGINNING has began.
NOW STANDING
ON EXTRAORDINARY BEGINNINGS
The topic of conversations
Who can say what purpose this life is for
If not for war?
War is the substantial the enemy.
Time and TUMULTUOUS TIME again
Insane kills the sane.
Who wills the killings, for told to install
Fears into those Hearts and souls
Without objections, trip the TREND
War is coming in
Nostalgic sensation tickle the senses
Time has passed casted in stone memories that
Time will ever forget.
Abandoned corpses littered the field of the
merciless. Bleeding, Kiss the cross.
We will all reach our eventual fates
We have only prayer to combat our enemies on
These shores.
Shun the fight, JUDGE the fright which stains the soul.
Bare foot stepping on glass, no quiet time discoveries
No families sharing dreams.
Feels just as it is.
The end for US.
Here time is passing as a precocious gentle flower
Racing the stop watch.
It grew. Blossoming within the space of minutes
Here is the answer to wars FOUGHT
This is the cancer that wars saught.
Creased in ever changing EVOLUTION. A pleading
Soul studied the constitution with complacent
Complicatedness.
There is for lifetimes sake, a twist in this everlastingness.
Must retreat must preserve life to ever last.
Protected.
Each step with COMPASSIONATE MEMORIES.
ISSUING orders to
A lifeless field left behind at
Death's lair
Climbing from the trenches with sorrowful tears
We are here. Release all fears with graciousness of
Attitude
War is the FAILURE OF HUMANITY TO LOVE HUMANITY.
WARS HAVE no just cause.
FOLLOW THE BOMBS EXPLODING.
Fear grips the heart OF KNOWING.
What love is too fragile, that shatters without any notice.
If one is raged in time, never was there passion.
To so many birds happens frail edges in their nests,
but once lost are wingless, and do fall to rodents.
Pinned with swords to the walls that bleed their regret,
is what the impassioned experience, when they fail to grow.
Rather than deploy trials through stress, they breath what is.
Unressted heads beat steadily among those that seak most control.
Unless heads compete for control, for then, sacrifice proves passion.
Only to those that pursue engraved traces of fate, continue.
Balance life in an order that's prior to our motions,
helps the world of after shine better through Karma's tests.
Proving worth comes purely from passion, convincing death to except.
No one should ponder the life that's yet to come.
The rain whispers wishes from angels on high
The whispers to wash the damned from our eyes
To bring out the beauty the damned worked to hide
While feeding the flowers that look to the sky
The rain pardons chaos to bring us new peace
A feeling of warmth, and needed release
Pledging to force the fire to cease
While feeding the flowers and calming the seas
The rain brings my mind to memories lost
Of old ways and days I struggled and fought
To remind me of lessons I've blindly forgot
The rain whispers wishes of the love we all saught
D.R.L.
Time reflects that which we have saught
We've wandered over for many a year
Never quite knowing what our search was for
The memories of an age gone past, guide my steps
As I too, wander
Staggering on into the abyss that is the on coming life
I know not where this jagged path will lead
I flee form the shaddows of the night walkers
I flee into the hands of daybreak
Where I can see the juts in the road
The rocks that cut my feet
I can see the pain
And so I can avoid it
When the drapes close upon the sky I lose my way
Fall
My eyes are blind,
My ears can hear
The unfamiliar voices that rape my ears
The sounds that claw at the walls of my mind
They whisper to me
I scream at them
I tear at them in the dark
They taunt me
I run on
Upon this jagged path
Butterflies' blood is strewn across my step
The blood of the lamb as well
At night when the sounds are in there
In my head
I become the wolf
The lamb as my prey
But hush now
Don't speak
The drapes again pull away
Dawn approaches
And I am again a butterfly
I am again the lamb
Time as kept me wandering, on and on
Forever more
Running form the wolves inside my mind
Form:
I've spent a life time
basking in the shadows of turpitude
finding warmth in the coolness of night
where feeling sorry for myself
became the deterrent from my own absurdities
I searched for strength amongst the struggle
and saught relief through self mutilation
but all I found were broken images
of what I've dreamt myself to be
So I surrendered my life
wiped my eyes
cleaned up my arms
and began reconstructing my structure
I no longer seek shelter in solacement
and the chains that once bound me
no longer tie me into darkness
'for you've been defeated
and I've been forgiven
and with the quater mark
of my life vastly approaching
I will compliment my saviours success
by living!
Shes been around the block not her first rodeo
Tormented in her mind the thought of those fellows
In the night she leaves so so beautiful and young
Admired by the sick beings that would abuse her young
Misery she suffered her soul stepped on and crushed
The day after in the mirror she looked stop this abrupt
Time went on dabbleing in lust experimenting freely
While she sleeps the nightmares come just as freely
Came the day when she saw it come to an end
Her child was taken she had to make amends
She conformed to the rules of whats just and right
Redemption she saught in her mind she had done right
Soon mother and child will be reunited
Its her new beginning family delighted
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