Best Substance Poems
x You,
the one who hurts me.
x You,
the one who chains me.
x You,
the one who controls me like a puppet.
x You,
the one who has my strings tied to your fingers.
x You're making my choices yours and I've gotten used having no say.
x Weave the webbing you create,
Trap me like a fly.
x Everytime you hurt me,
I manage to pretend that I am blind.
Im clearly not but I lie and tell myself
"She cant be that bad!"
... Can she?
x To me you're like a cigarette,
Im addicted to your love despite it being the thing that's killing me, I don't want to stop but this time I won't let myself answer your calls.
x Instead,
you fill up my head.
Memories,
Cravings,
Feelings.
Withdrawal drowns me.
x I should burn every excuse I made for your abuse,
But I don't.
x Keep promising myself I won't go back to you,
But I've never quit successfully.
x Halfway through another cigarette,
I promised it'd be my last 3 packs ago.
But I knew I'd likely never quit.
I don't even get a buzz anymore,
I feel nothing for them.
x I feel nothing for you.
Pain is fuel for frustration,
Because I don't have a will to quit.
x You lassoed me and pulled me in,
just to tear me and my everything apart.
Thoughts of you flood back any time I leave,
a voice of silk whispering to me.
Claiming one more time won't hurt.
I'm not strong enough to ignore it and it senses my fear.
x I said it was the last time last time. x
x I know the damage even a tiny taste can do.
I swear it's the last hit I'll take of you.
x I don't wanna be alone.
I tell myself your toxic love is like cigarettes or drugs.
Addictive, deadly, and damage can only be seen with the eye of time.
x I need to find a way out of your faux love web,
but I can't see through the fog your kiss leaves.
x You're like a cigarette. I'm desperate to stop but at the same time, I don't wanna quit.
PersephonesPain
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Entry #1
Date
Wed. x 00:30-06:10 x 26-1-22
Inspo
Nicotine, P!aTD.
Life is in essence the sunrise at dawn
A touch of fresh colour when a picture is drawn
That first morning breathe of mountain crisp air
Feelings created by an old teddy bear.
Life echoes bright colours that appear in the spring
Or the freedom created when using a swing
That contentment you feel when hugging your love
Wonder inspired watching the flight of a dove.
Life means compassion and extending your hand
Enjoyment accomplished when working the land
That melodious sound as soft waves touch the shore
Time in the mountains and their majestic contour.
Life is a right choice and stopping what’s wrong
Enjoying one’s thoughts away from the throng
That joy that is felt from a giggling wee child
Or the fragrance of flowers grown in the wild
Life’s about peace, satisfaction and smiles
Walking a coastline that stretches for miles
That pleasure to stop and hear birds as they sing
Sitting down with another, caring and listening
Life is for reading a poem that’s been penned
Strolling in forests while leaves slowly descend
Life is for living not squandered on sorrow
Make the most of the now and,
Look forward to tomorrow.
A woman of substance
I`m sceptical of the Dutch
One of them stole my beloved
He was a painter
Made her beautiful on canvas
And she fell in love
I wrote a poem on a torn
Piece of paper-
And I’m not a Lutheran-
Nailed it on her door
The usual stuff of the aching heart
The painter got arthritis
In his hands
Could not hold a paint brush
She sent him to nursing home
And now she smiles at me
I speak my thoughts...you do not hear. I reach to touch...you are not near.
I matter not to you, nor to any other. I am invisible...you do not see me.
I have no face; I have no substance. I try to speak, there are no words...you took my voice! So, now I huddle, fetal form. I strain to hear the dullness of my heart as its beat slows and fainter gets. Now even I can no longer see a speck, a shadow left of me. I am void.
Between the tight spots
of living and wishing
Some find their peace at
the entrance of escape.
It was there in that darkspot
called the bottom, where the
volume is the purest way
of release.
For the moment.
Still, most are still clung to God.
SPRING OF SUBSTANCE
Adorable word drawing a rainbow of substance-- SPRING
Benumb snow-white cloak that drapes the earth,
charmed by strips of golden spotlight above blue skies
delicate cloak now being peeled to show
emeralds of nature: daring to model life
Footsteps ready to walk on warm green grassy ground
guided by cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we to chiff chaffs
hummed in chorus by swifts, mistrels and humble bees
Idyllic scents of daffodils and scilla swirls on mid-air...
Joyful Squirrels springing on loops of woods and rocks
kindles energy burst after their winter sleep.
Lodging everywhere the rising beauty of butterflies
Miles and miles you will see valleys and hills smile.
Nightingales: diva among birds share their lullabies.
Ox huge and strong that home flies now in the stall lies;
Painting bright is the seabird colony of puffins, shags and gulls
quieting your despair and muse for a stare.
Running cluster in the woodlands are bluebells,
seen enough, be a phenologist if you like!
taking notes when and where your first sight:
unfolding flowers, frogs, spawns and others.
Viral is the fun that leaps high during season of spring.
Wildlife a phenomenal broadway to the eyes!
Xanthic warm light will keep all acts alive
yielding an amazing breathing ride to anyone.
Zoom spring and delight in its zaftig view!
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TERMS:
--xanthic--yellow or yellowish
--zaftig--having full view or rounded figure
©O. E. Guillermo
10:12pm, February 25, 2015
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name Abecedarian
Placed 3rd
The streets have become lonely
Days have gone quieter
Gone are the days when kids would play until dusk
With joyful sounds that rejoiced their mothers and fathers
Distancing themselves from substance abuse.
Our generation is lost
Our schools have been abandoned
Our homes are desolate
Substance abuse rules our nation.
We weep for the future is dark and dull
Dreams and hopes have been murdered
Buried by the blood intoxicated with drugs
While veins pulsate with alcohol.
Young lives are shuttered
Young lives are gone
Our generation is lost
Our nation perishes
Thank you substañce abuse, surely you are proud.
“Thanksgiving’s Substance” (Internal rhyme)
T-hanks my soul for everlasting life, I am freed from mind’s strife,
H-eavenly Godly material, Love’s faith ethereal,
A-ngels appear as human flowers, they are of God’s powers
N-ever a thanksgiving cheer, without paranormal is clear,
K-ingships of which no strong winds, torments mustered of strife thus ends,
S-aving grace is thus evenly spaced, of Love’s happiness face,
G-iving honor not receiving, Love’s faith is in believing,
I-n core of a Godly being, is consciousness of seeing,
G-iving I am offering thanks, from love’s river of life’s banks,
I-n giving blessed gratitude, I shall give in multitude,
N-o more of storm clouds shall arise, as the illusion subsides,
G-od’s gift given all of Himself, reception is all that is left!
D-ocile of love’s complete bliss, by the Master Wisdom’s sweet kiss,
A-re illusions of prehensile self, as carnal mind I shelf,
Y-es, thanksgivings complete, as my new persona love I greet!
For Contest: Thankgiving Day
In Honor of Dane Ann smith Johnsen
THE Pitfalls of Pretty
Is like being
"Tall and that's all"
The Boys want
the Girls want..
No one wants to
pay
Upkeep
Fee..
No maintenance
I am free.
Cheap
Just say
"Pretty please."
to Please me..
And I am yours.
Eager and desperate
To let my pretty please
you.
All I have is my
PRETTY
I need to
To retain
MY pretty.
To keep the pretty,
Pretty.!
Pretty soon my pretty
is disappeared,
And no pretty
attitude established
No pretty personality
developed...
Pretty is now pretty
Petty,shaky and shabby.
Has built no Character ,
No substance
on which to stand.
So she falls into the pitfalls
Of being Pretty ...and that's all
She got a good character of being a woman.
She has a strong personality that distinguish
The vital principle of being individual.
The simplicity and beauty she had
Produce the essential element unseen.
The fantastic view of herself is highly important
Taking the responsibility she gave,
Her knowledge and wisdom carry by her
Instinctive nature given by God.
She being a woman had a wonderful
Scene of inside within, a woman of intuition
Nurturing her spirit for being free from
Any disturbing notion. Her body and mind
Had high qualities of matter, meaning to
Contribute and bear life, Wonderful!
That God has a condition to his power to
Administer in life to one beautiful individual.
She had a clean heart to manipulate
People for awakening to their insensibility.
She is fashionable being a mother.
She acknowledge the important of being
Responsible womanhood. She is sensitive
To the reputation of others. She gave affection,
Show respect, worthy of honour, pure and fare action.
She is proud being a woman.
She contribute something worthwhile to the
People whom she inspired.
Her boldness; deep and wide that transformed the current
Beyond what you expected being a woman “Herself ".
© Jocelyn Dunbar
4 March 2003
12:00 Noon
Lingering drizzle.
Liquid sunshine from the sky.
Giving all a drink.
Killing time before a movie,
an ex and I
rifles thru what the nearby shoppes had to offer,
hoping to be aroused by some
remarkable deal.
I was making a Facebook post in
the first row of used clothes
when Eric sent me a text:
“Got some extra muscle relaxers
laying around.
Would you be interested?
I know you and your buddies like to
get into all kinds of shenanigans.
Haha.”
Told him that I’d
“keep him posted”
while I used the movie
to consider his offer.
Anecdotes of friends were recalled,
and even though
it would’ve been fun to
mix with something else,
I decided the money would be
better spent on something
that could get me
ed up instead.
"Doughnut Man Seeks Insubstantial Woman of Substance"
Doughnut Man
seeks ghost whole
to fit his missing peace
Chimeric Dream Girl
seeks holesome man
who has her back
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Perfect” (12” … Remix)/ The The
https://youtu.be/ttKdwTDtifU
"People turn around with unseeing eyes
They're looking for something that doesn't exist
The world you once knew is being eaten up by rust
No-one has time for the past, but still, in God they trust
The future is now, but it's all going wrong
Bodies good for nothing, but it's to nothing they belong
People say their prayers and some work hard
If you give them all your money, they'll give you their hearts
This town ain't going like a ghost town
It's going like hell...."
chimeric
adj.
1. Relating to or being an organism, part, or molecule that is a chimera.
2. Relating to a monoclonal antibody produced from the cells of a nonhuman organism, usually in which a portion of the antibody has been replaced with a human sequence of amino acids. This is done in the laboratory by replacing part of the DNA sequence in the nonhuman cells with a sequence of human DNA.
chimeric
adj.
1.Of, relating to, or in the nature of an illusion; lacking reality:
chimerical, delusive, delusory, dreamlike, hallucinatory, illusive, illusory, phantasmagoric, phantasmal, phantasmic, visionary.
2. Existing only in the imagination:
chimerical, conceptual, fanciful, fantastic, fantastical, imaginary, notional, unreal, visionary.
LYRICS/ “Perfect”, The The
https://genius.com/The-the-perfect-lyrics
~Amazing Grace~
Grace
anthems
open arms.
No doubt are true-
everyday nuggets
of wisdom press.
You shall reap
what you
sow.
And
by His
grace we will
live to see stars
embedded therein.
Honorable
open arms-
... sign of
grace.
There's a wind that hauls yon
It's like a thin rope I step on
A fragile path I,alone can see
Despite my limbs, yet to be free
Comes a tidal assault
As wild as the lightning bolt
The water's extreme unfriendliness
Sends me to my weakest tenderness
But with my core embedded and guarded
Raging with fire cannot be defeated
I live like the earth's body
And this love for you is that fire within me