Best Told Poems
They told me you cried on the day I died
A sob splintering through a silent dome
Your sorrow a shroud on the catacomb
As I laid where birds no longer replied
Now I watch as you slowly search the beach
For those rare shells edged in liminal blue
I would gift you that impossible hue
To show I was within sight, within reach
Yet I wish you more than what shadows grant
A life in the sun of a springtime glen
Not lost in the gloom of my grave's abyss
Let my legacy be the hope you plant
Blooming with the courage to love again
If you will keep something of me - keep this
Nobody told me that the road would be EASY,
Believe ME.
With every BREATH,
I begin to feel one with DEATH.
Wondering why it’s not me lifeless in the GRAVE.
Wondering why my life is being SAVED?
The more I breathe in this world’s AIR,.
The more I seem to CARE.
The more than I APPRECIATE,
Every time I AWAKE.
Every time I CRY,
Every fear I FACE,
I’m realizing I’m living NOW,
for a purpose, while preparing MYSELF,
for a better PLACE.
I do not know what tomorrow BRINGS,
But I know what today IS.
My tomorrow results from what I make of TODAY!
Today determines what my tomorrow may BRING!
Yesterday helps factors a fraction of my TODAY!
But nobody told ME!
The weight of the world would be carried by ME.
I knew it would be HARD,
but never did I think it would be this DIFFICULT.
I never thought I would actually loose so MUCH,
before I gain so LITTLE.
I never thought the little gain, would mean so MUCH!
I never realized how little I CRIED,
Until when I TRIED,
no tears would FLOW.
And when they started they would never STOP!
And when they stopped, the feelings would still REMAIN!
Nobody told me I would loose so many KEN.
Nobody told me I would loose several of my close FRIENDS.
Nobody told me I would feel so low DOWN.
Nobody told me I would be hurt by words SPOKEN.
Nobody told me my heart would be constantly BROKEN.
But even if they had told ME,
all of this and much MORE.
It would have never prepared me to be the CHOSEN!
Truth be told I miss you,
I miss the nights we'd talk,
And the laughs we'd share,
The immense power we would shift,
from one cosmic half of the earth,
To the other,
Transforming,
transfixed on each other,
and finding another plane of existence.
Truth be told I miss you,
I miss the love we shared,
freely and openly,
no questions asked,
no thought as to right or wrong,
Age was never a factor,
Distance could be quelled,
With just a thought,
and I would feel your arms,
wrap with strength around me,
And fall into their serenity.
Truth be told I miss you,
I miss thinking of you late at night,
wondering if I'm also on your mind,
I miss the beautiful friendship we have,
unrestrained, unexpecting, simple.
Truth be told,
I miss you.
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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HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU THAT...... Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Lawless
11/11/20
It's a story never told
Yes, the mem'ry fades, of what happened next
when the bottles empty
It's a scary thing, when the mem'ry comes
it's a story never told
Life was easy then, not a care was found
when the bottles empty
She was beautiful, they were all alone
it's a story never told
It was paradise, how it felt that night
but the bottles empty
It was dark outside, as the snow came down
it's a story never told
Chorus
He never saw the curve in the road
he never saw all the lights glaring
if only he could remember
it's a story never told
it's a story never told
So much time has gone, since that tragic day
the bottle still lies empty
he hasn't touched a drop, but it can't help now
there's a young girl,
who won't
grow
old
there's a young girl
who won't
grow
old
chorus repeat twice
fade
John Derek Hamilton
September,20,2016
She ran fast and far, across wooded lands, deserts, east to west.
Trying her hardest to out run the pain and problems at best
It failed in brewing sand storms while the culprit remained inside
There was no place for her to run, there was no place to hide
She had to sit on barren land and face the depth of what she knew
Decide to work at healing the open wounds before they grew
Because without looking within, she would not be able to see
The buds to her blooming dreams waiting, with any clarity
So, she stopped in her choice to take the most difficult road yet
The road of truth to be told that would leave her without regret
Heidi sands
8/23/17
The gurgling stream, sparkling in the sun,
had so much to say
Oh, so much to say
Rolling over rocks,
while curling, rippling, pooling
always moving forward
to places unseen from before the bend
Eyes and ears on the embankment
All watching, waiting, listening
The gurgling stream, with so many words
would never be expected to reach its destination
Only to be engulfed by waves in absolute silence
- memories never told. -
Heidi Sands
11/4/25
(C)opyright
"THE whole truth and nothing but the truth"
Precious and so innocent the heart of a young child.
The heart produces feelings of warmth and love so
hard to explain.
As one reaches their teenage years these feelings
become more noticeable to them.
The mind says one thing and the heart says another.
We are left wondering which feeling to follow those
of the heart or those of the mind.
I chose to follow my mind and not my heart and I
wonder to this day...
What would have been had I not been scared and
followed my heart instead of my mind.
Truth be told maybe I am better off not knowing.
For P.D.'s "Truth Or Dare Contest"
Written by: Carol Brown
Written on: 02/28/2012
5th Place Winner
Recent events in my life have made me think about love
and saying the words ‘I love you.’
My father was recently diagnosed with terminal cancer
Every time I see him and mum I say how much I love them both
- one day soon I will never be able to say those words to them again.
The words ‘I love you.’ We use them with our partners in a romantic way,
maybe we don’t say it often enough and just take it for granted that they
know we love them.
I say ‘I love you’ to my son – maternal love – to me it is simply the best feeling
in the world
Close family – we love them but in a different way to that of our partners
and children.
Darren Watson’s unexpected recent illness has made me appreciate how
lucky I am to have wonderful friends and I just want to let people know
how very special they are to me.
You may have noticed that I always sign off my comments
with ‘Hugs Jan xx’ – two expressions of love
and we all need a hug and a kiss from time to time.
Jan Allison
22nd August 2014
I have reformatted the poem a bit so you can see my words in full
Brother told us sometimes that he peed
sitting down with a good book to read,
but with his ding-a-ling
he was having a fling
when we spied on him. Good book indeed!
Written 5/20/14 for Roy Jerden's Bawdy, Bawdy, Bawdy, Miss Clawdy Limerick Contest
By the way, from comments I am getting, I need to let everyone know this is simply a fabrication. My brother told us nothing, and we never spied on him. And our small bathroom shared by ten people would not have suited this purpose! hahaha
Sue decided to send Jim a tweet
She used words that were quite indiscreet
Calling him a fat turd -
(Using another word)
Their romance has taken a back seat!
12~23~16
Tired of talking
‘bout weather
Other trivial things
Tired of talking
‘bout food
The price of tangerines
You may outlive
This aging man
Before I go
Please understand
Never told you how
I love you
When I held you
In the dark
Never told you how
I love you
I was never
Very smart
I never told you how
I love you
When I kissed your
Baby face
Never told you how
I love you
And I pray it’s
Not too late
I would tell you,
“That’s what men do…manly men don’t say, ‘I love you’”
That was my alibi
But what men do should be corrected
What men do can’t be accepted
If it makes your woman cry
Tired of talking
‘bout scandals
Rumors of the day
Tired of talking
‘bout old mistakes
Who deserves the blame?
The Winter of our lives
Is drawing near
Let’s change it to Spring
From year to year
Now I’m telling you
I love you
Though the words are coming late
I’m telling you
I love you
And it feels so good to say
I’ll love you in the morning
Love you through the night
I will love you through the tears
And all the tragedies of life
I’ll stay with you forever
Love you every day
Love you, love you, love you
It feels so good to say
Love you, love you, love you, baby
Feels so good to say…..
Love
I TOLD YOU
I told you that Uncle Danny touched me
It hurt and made me cry
I told you I didn’t like him
You said I shouldn’t lie.
I told you my bra got snapped in class
That I was treated like a toy
Your response was simply
That boys will be boys.
I told you I was raped
By a man that I knew
Despite my tears and anger
You asked what did I do.
I told you a man came in my dorm
Violated me after breaking my door
When I reported to campus police
They asked me what I wore.
I told you my boss
Grabbed my breast at work
I wanted to file a complaint
You replied just ignore the jerk.
I got groped at the club last night
By this guy who was a punk
I wanted to call the police
You told me that he’s just drunk.
I’ve been telling you these things
Happen year after year
You say you are listening
But do you really hear?
I told you these things happened to me
As you laugh, scoff, and snort
Blaming and shaming endlessly
And you wonder why we don’t report.
I wonder when these excuses will end
Even though the road seems insurmountable
When will society stand
And start holding abusers accountable?
Until then I will continue forward
With my words as proof
I shall walk in the light
And stand in my truth.
THE GREATEST STORY EVER TOLD
I heard a tender story of God’s dear, precious Son,
Who left His throne in glory for sinners lost, undone
To give His life a ransom that you from sin could be
Set free from all its shackles and its awful penalty.
It is a tragic story, for many watched that day
And never knew His dying was to take our sins away.
And yet throughout the ages, it’s tragic, yet it’s true
That many scoff this message that He died for them, too.
It is a traveling story, it’s traveled land and seas
And spread His love and mercy and sweet abiding peace.
And I am very thankful that it traveled one glad day
Into my heart and saved me and took my sins away.
Thank God, it’s a true story, more true than all we know,
More full of love and mercy and grace He will bestow.
If you will just accept Him, His finished work for you,
You’ll find this tender story miraculous and true.
Oh yes, it’s a great story, the greatest ever told,
Though it’s been told for centuries, it never will grow old.
There is no other story that can this one replace
That’s greater than the story of God’s amazing grace!