Best Surviving Poems
You seduced, you stole, you exalted, you annihilated,
You elevated, you decimated, you connected, you sucked me dry,
You opened me up, you closed me down,
You delivered me to ecstasy, you devalued and discarded me,
You were sensual, you were sardonic,
You made my heart smile, you tore out my soul,
You put me on a marble pedestal, you stoned me with your vicious tongue,
You bathed my heart in liquid gold, you buried me in quick sand,
You crowned me as your princess, you burnt me at the stake,
You were my prophecy, you were my satan,
Your hands knew every inch of me,
You tore out my essence and trampled my boundaries,
You pledged unity only with me, you cheated,
You held me tightly in your arms, you suffocated the life out of me,
You cast, you hooked, you netted, you feasted,
You made every nerve ending shiver deliciously,
You became my nervous breakdown, you were my divine intervention,
You disconnected me from my higher power,
You were luminous, you illuminated, you are an illusion.
You loved and yet you didn't.
Because love is real. And you are not.
Lost And Alone, Surviving Cold, Hard Streets
Hole in her heart matched the hole in her dress
She was now alone, life was such a mess.
First that truly great job had flown away
Her fine house destroyed by fire next day.
Monday came, more darkness with its ill wind
Death had finally taken her last friend.
Now sorrow, ate its way into her soul
Life wrecked, fate had taken its heavy toll.
On brutal streets she found an alley home
She, penniless and childless had to roam.
She had no choice but to try to survive
Now so weak, just barely staying alive.
Why she asked, had such calamity came
Was not she and her heart one and the same?
Robert J. Lindley
Sonnet
Fate delivers its great and deep sorrow in so many sad ways.
Within despair,
through the dark,
it stings deep inside
No one appreciates
the anguish I endure,
resulting in me
baring the burden alone
With no respite,
no one wants to see
the blackness
that sullies my soul
Only I can pull myself
through each hurricane
of torrential suffering
My only saving grace
is blind optimism
The belief it will get better
and I will be here tomorrow
the planet's mammals
- in the middle of nowhere
... eternal escape
*wildlife moves further away from the equator
11/02/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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By:D.E.T
Date: 12/22/15
Hate to see that frame
And know that my face ain't the same
Cuz I know I am dying slowly
And lonely
But that's just the truth
Sometimes I wish I could re-do
Myself
Cuz I would create a strong shell
To protect myself
Yeah, there was too much weight
That I wanted to escape
From
But there gotta be some
People who beat hell out of me
Yeah, cuz they want me to be
Something that isn't me
Yeah, tell you this
Sometimes I miss
My smile
Cuz as I walked the mile
I realized
That the file had real lies
As I begin to look at the lines
My tears made me go blind
And erased
My smile I had in my face
Yeah, as people in my school
Who were trying to act cool
Told me to go commit suicide
I took a side
And that slid
To realize that if I committed suicide
My whole family would cry
And as I visualize
No! I won't kill myself
Cuz I am here for a purpose
And those who thought
I was worthless
End it up plotting dots
Yeah, hate to know
That I could've save myself
But I was too focus on my fears
That made me drop tears
Yeah, every night I had nightmares
That turned up my fears
To speak up
Tell you this
Sometimes I just wanted to disappear
And appear
In a lonely world
Where I could feel that happiness
But what happens
When you are so, focused
On the fears
Makes your spirit
Get the ticket
To know that if you speak
Yeah you will kicked
And picked
But though I was split
I begin to flip coins
And take turns
To see if that would change the things
But it did nothing
Not till that day
The sky was gray
Yeah, this bullies
Were behind me
Yeah I ran fast so, they don't find me
But they got me
And began to kick me
And pick me
Yeah, that's where I realized
In my own eye's
That I had to fight back
Yeah, they got that smack
Didn't care if my bones cracked
But they got that smack
Cuz I as tired that I acted weak
Cuz I didn't speak
And after that day I realized
That there was hope
In surface
And yeah I begin to face
The fears
And the doors of happiness
Begin to appear
stealthily hiding behind gray white mists
wispy smoke rising heavenward in twists
within caldera red hot lava boils
menacing flora, fauna and topsoils
beware if ground beneath feet starts to quake
creating distance the best choice to make
don't count on Planet Earth being your friend
always has potential to bring our end
please try not to take it personally
planets must do what comes naturally
do not expect any introduction
even for events of mass destruction
universe does what universes do
adapting to the results falls on you
...." Broken But Surviving " .....
Inside a body that's broken and torn ,
Living a life that's empty and forlorn,
A daily battle of constant pain ,
Making my body take the strain ,
Arm hanging low,and barely walking ,
Tired and stuttering when ones talking ,
And each step makes me flinch ,
As I push myself inch by inch ,
There is no cure, no escape ,
No miracle, or a superheroes cape,
This broken body is all you got,
It won't get better, that's your lot,
Not easy holding on to every word,
Trying to take in what you've heard ,
Not easy when it sounds like the end game ,
The words going round driving you insane ,
But you got to keep going to prove them wrong ,
Keeping it real, not asking how long ,
For no matter what surviving is a must ,
Until ashes to ashes and dust to dust ....
>>>>>>>>>>>>
S is for the sexual abuse I endured
U is for the unknown answer of why
R is the reality of it, but longing for the readiness to go on
V is for the very innocence that was stolen long ago
I is for the innocent child I was
V is for the vulnerable child I was, but am not now
I is for the "I", I have become
N is for not letting go of hope and courage to heal
G is for God and the greater things he has in store for me.
*When I was 6, a neighborly man said,"Good morning little boy. Are you waiting for a bus? "No sir, I said. We don't have a bus. I'm waiting for my brothers and sisters. Our school is about a mile away, and most times, especially when it's bad weather, daddy takes us to school.
When I was 8, a neighborly man said, "Looks like you are headed to school, but I don't see a school". I told him that our school burned down, and now we go to school in a church. A new school is being built a few miles from here.
When I was 10, a neighborly man said, "Looks like you are about to help your mother in the garden". No sir, I replied. We do have a garden but I am about to go working all day in the cotton field. It is so hard and hot for everybody to work in the field for so little money. In some places it's against the law to have kids like me working, but not on this farm. When I grow up and finish high school, I'm leaving this place, because there is no good future here for us. I would rather spend my day playing ball or doing simple chores around the house. In this poor community kids only play when there is no work for them to do. When school is out for the summer, we spend all summer working in the fields. While I was still ten going on eleven, a neighborly man stopped me saying, "Hold on a minute young lad, why are you, your friends, and this dog running so fast?" Nearly out of breath, I told him that they just ran us away from playing at that playground over there. And this is my dog Jack. My dad got him for me when I was little. Say hi, Jack. Woof! The fields are wet and we don't have to work today. So we tried to play on the playground that's forbidden to us.
When I was 13, my daddy passed away; and a kind neighborly man said to me, "Hey young man, what's wrong? Seems you are real sad about something." I told him that my daddy died a few days ago, leaving mama, grandma, my three brothers, eight sisters, and me. There's no way that things will ever be the same now that daddy is gone. I'm missing my dad a lot. Daddy took care of us real good, but I'm not worried, because even though mama is only 35, she's a very strong lady and will do the very best she can. 10/9/17*Truth based fiction.Contest, Broken-Hearted Poems, BW, 8P
Surviving Ourselves
by Odin Roark
Blame game trollops
Cruise our insides
Willing to plant more guilt
Defying accountability
To take a stand
Conscience-bots
Perform recon
Patrolling vulnerabilities
Knowing no man’s land
Between heart and mind
Have always
Will always
Be pregnable passage
Yet
The front lines of the heart
Grasp one’s dug in fortification
Mind’s fortress of strength
Is forever monitoring
Why then
Knowing we create our own reality
Do we need such skirmishes
Such oft times escalated guilt trips
That do nothing
But undermine life’s victory?
Might it be…
We refuse to accept
The “out there” version
That much touted
Societal mirage
Promoting illusion over truth
Perchance
We are stuck
Forever creating
Our trial and error reality
For fear
Of succumbing to elitist delusion
And if we’ve created
Conscience-bots
And blame game trollops
Aren’t we better armed?
Don’t personally created battle fields
Serve to strategize
To outmaneuver those
Who would have us self-destruct
Their way?
Perhaps our self-imposed reality
Doesn’t make the societal mirage any easier
But at least it doesn’t abandon
Growing consciousness for
Surviving ourselves
I awoke again
In the same godawful place,
With wine bottles on the floor,
and egg on my face
"Thank Christ" I said...
...I honestly had no idea
Since the last time I'd eaten,
Where my next meal might be coming from
This Holiday Season.
They were fools to outlaw smoking indoors,
Because now that I live uncomfortably
In-between motel corridors:
I have all the working time in the Free World
To stand around outdoors
And have my pick of the litter,
As I literally pick through litter
- To pick myself the best pre-smoked cigarettes,
And then I redistribute the rest at a modest profit...
...So I've turned into a capitalist;
Big deal!
Just line me up against the wall
next fall!!!
What do I really care
either way???
- I'm half dead anyway...
From point A
To point B
And back again,
Throughout the edge of the night:
The cops won't let me sleep
Someplace that's safe from
The terrorizing nightlife
Of an indifferently frigid street life,
Where people like me are bait for the teenage:
"Keep on walking; Get a job" the cops say
- I wish the State would pay me
To bully the police for a change.
Next time I'm waiting at the breadline,
I'm gonna conquest for the affections
of a young butterbean:
If ya know what I mean?
...Not a fan of Kropotkin I can see...
Twas the worst call we could receive, or so we thought then
It was latish in the evening, not long before ten
“I need to speak to your husband if I may please dear”
It’s terrible news, the worst news I fear.
Your mother is gone, her own life she has taken
There was nothing we could do, your world must be shaken
To get though the following few weeks was a trial
But survive that we did and in fours months we did smile.
Twas the worst call we could receive or so we had thought
But a knock on the door once more our breaths caught
“I need to speak to your wife I’m afraid sir, she will be shaken”
Bad news her brother has gone, his own life he has taken.
Twice in four months what was happening, who could tell?
Neither one connected, it became a living hell
No comfort to be found, no reason, no rhyme.
Depression and guilt engulfed us for a time.
There was nothing to be done for life has to go on
There are more people involved, than just the one gone
If they ever could have seen the devastation that they caused
They would never have done it, they surely would have paused.
But life isn’t’ like that, they were sick beyond belief
As in sound minds they would never inflict grief
Twenty-three years have passed, but not a week goes on by
They are remembered and talked of, but now we don’t cry.
There is life after suicide, their children and families have proved
Even though the memories that they left us, will always leave us moved.
Going back in time with ‘what ifs’ does not help us or them
And we pray to God every day, we never go through it again.
©~GG~14/11/2012
Thrust within,
I could not focus.
Lights sizzled,
blistering
and slashing the jagged sky
with vile lightening.
Your visage
materialized
from nowhere,
beckoning,
guiding my path with sure wake
safely to the shore.
You became
my anchored buoy.
Just for you
I inhale.
My heart will always seek berth
in your steadfast love.
I
Wolves howl, wonderfully if eerily, as winds -
Under the weather when weather is artic
One least expects this clime in the tropics
His tin roof resists, rattles, reverberates
Wrapping a cloak more tightly, he falls to his knees
The spiders, sparrows, and starlings cohabiting hear, "LORD, please -
Save my roof. I can't afford to lose mine." By degrees
The winds cease; the man remains on his knees
For the rain is heard in sleets, sheets of water
Welcome for fauna and flora ... do they feel an aura?
A man who once knew God as Friend, had then turned -
Like Grandfather in Spyri's Heidi story, on everyone
Gone up on the mountain, monk-like, beyond year 1
Rarely came down among people and provision
Surviving all kinds of weather with few books and Bible
A small radio, and no other luxuries, but a kettle
That whistled its witness: weathering heights again!
Among eagles and kites (and a beloved peregrine)
Loneliness lurks like a live leprechaun,
Leering at her loss of love and laughter;
She leads a luckless lamentable life,
Lacking light, leaning towards lunacy,
Laden with longing and lacklustre lies;
Listlessly lingering in lethargy,
Labyrinthine lady looks lachrymose.
03.25.2021