Best Wasnt Poems
Poetry can be a critical liaison when words are fashioned,
that do not please the beholder's eyes.
I'm a poet without a pen, weaving woes on a digital canvas.
Forgive my rhyme-less heart, I've sinned in murky metaphors,
lost in my own sea of thoughts, with 3am rants and riddles,
composed in sleepless synonyms from this insomniac mind.
But if it wasn't for poetry, would I have felt his love and deep compassion?
For within his sonnets, I've found my poetic savior,
cathartically soothing these inner demons.
He is now my muse, my reason to rise and write, becoming the lyrical antidote,
prompting my fingers to type beyond just tainted thoughts,
showing me a reality that tastes sweeter than the fruitiest cocktail.
If it wasn't for poetry, I wouldn't have known,
that there's more to this life than diamonds and gold.
I'm now an accidental poet beautifying pain with colors stolen,
from sunsets and moonrise, across his faultless skies.
Categories:
wasnt, deep, emotions, for him,
Form:
Free verse
While I wasn’t watching
A child was taught to hate
While I wasn’t watching
The hungry were told to wait
While I wasn’t watching
The future was betrayed
I finally looked and saw that a generation had lost its faith
While I wasn't watching
Another species died
While I wasn't watching
Another mother cried
While I wasn't watching
Another politician lied
I finally turned to look away and seek a place to hide
While I wasn’t watching
We settled into complacency
While I wasn’t watching
Dreams wandered aimlessly
While I wasn’t watching
The mirror waited patiently
I looked, but it was hard to see a path out of our apathy
While I wasn’t watching
The unknown became the enemy
While I wasn’t watching
Truth was sacrificed silently
While I wasn’t watching
I lost track of the good in me
I looked up, and saw that we have a shared destiny
Now that I’m watching
I must acknowledge the things I see
Now that I’m watching
What I was missing saddens me
Now that I’m watching
Can I help avoid another tragedy?
I see a chance to atone for my sins, and help restore sanity
Categories:
wasnt, change, fate, future, together,
Form:
Rhyme
Forgiveness wasn’t Forgetting
Written: by Miracle Man
12-2-2019
At seventeen I saw something,
that I’ve always regretted seeing.
Causing me to leave home early,
some wondering why I was fleeing.
Both parties have long since passed,
to whom this concerns.
But at times I see this picture,
that in my mind still churns.
This happening long ago,
I avowed I was forgiving.
But sixty-five years later,
I find this picture, I’m reliving.
To this thought altering act,
I’ve been a periodic slave.
Since I’m the only living witness,
it goes with me to my grave.
Were they sorry for their deed,
or that they were caught.
One sought God’s forgiveness,
for the pain that was wrought.
Though this was something,
perhaps both parties had regret.
Now I question my forgiveness,
when I’m unable to forget?
Categories:
wasnt, emotions, forgiveness,
Form:
Lyric
Amidst of all the sorrow,
stood still a boy who wasnt ready to be the man he supposed to grow,
In the decaying dime for bitter crumbs,
Only the slickest minds could climb,
The rising wall of the Notre Damme.
He wasnt ready,no.not yet.
The timekeeper keep blowing the whistle,he said the time is up,
young stud would u please keep up!
And so he ran like a scared prey on the hunt,
Out where no one could find,
in the Disneyland of the Outcast, away from the past,
Tranquilized under the moonlight glow.
He’s just the boy who wasn’t ready to grow.
Categories:
wasnt, child, childhood, children, depression,
Form:
Ballad
“Train”
What do I do when the train is coming?
I was standing on the track
My life flashed before me
As I thought, did I live like that?
Did I live my life in bondage?
Too afraid to share my dreams
Could have soared just like an eagle
But never used my wings.
Here I stand my legs are trembling
As warm tears drenched my face
The presence of death was visible
And fear invaded my space
I stood starring at that train
So sure that I would die
No hero there to save me
No time to say goodbye
Then Calmness fell upon me
A voice whispered in my ear
That’s not a train that’s coming
There is nothing for you to fear
I heard you screaming out my name
And so I took the evening train
If I had come right away
You’d thought your strength had saved the day
I waited til there was nothing else to do
But cry for me to rescue you
So I lifted your head and I dried your eyes
Gave you wings as eagles
My child you can fly
Your burdens are lifted
You have inner peace
What was lost, I gave Increase
Chains are now broken
Dreams can come true
Released from your struggles
Your life is brand new
Your story re-written
I say how it ends
Remember, I am your God
Now your life can begin.
Categories:
wasnt, anger, blessing, spiritual,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Our love was like a lucid dream
I thought I was hallucinating, hooked on LSD
her looks were so intimidating
hearing the word "yes" seemed unlikely
her skin was warm like summer
love blinded me and I became much dumber
Categories:
wasnt, break up, emotions, goodbye,
Form:
Haiku
Situation #1
Having it hard your whole life
didn’t know if u were gone last one
Sleepless night
Life
Deceit
Your dads gone away
Your mothers doing her best
Tryna survive life’s everlasting test
U say u cant take it
Its 2 hard
Ur giving up 2 easy
Everything isn’t always gonna b ur way
So u decide 2 dropout of high school
And try 2 do your own thing
Pull your own strings
But we all know the REAL reason y u
Dropping out
Cuz that boy in geometry class studied
Your biology and flipped your purity inside out
And now your knocked up
And confused
Clueless
Don’t know what 2 do
Now wishing
If only u wud have
Listened
2 those things mama used 2 say
Hm, at 16 u just threw your life away
Now your going out of your mind
All the answers to your questions u need 2 find………..
Lets move on to lemon lime
She’s so bright and stands out all
The time
I mean she’s so fine
All the guys have tasted her forbidden fruit
Yup she’s a tough cookie
Like mark from reading rainbow
But in roots
But Mrs. Lemon lime shud slow down sometime
Try telling her that and see does she answer that
Ha naw all she does is swish her hips and flip her hair back
Lemon lime thought she was dah queen
So did dah guys
Cuz,well u know what I mean
Suddenly lemon lime started to rot
Her parade went down
She started aching nonstop[
Something was wrong
She wasn’t blind
She just didn’t wanna see
All these guys that called her queen
Well one of them gave her HIV
Wow now what is this high school cheerleader gnna do
Idk
But there’s a moral to both of these stories
Don’t b so easy and anxious to give up your glory
This poem is for black girls who
Continue 2
Follow the educational rhythms in their own drums
Categories:
wasnt, black african american, faith,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
I am the lost soul of which hurt loves to crush
If you're quite enough you can hear my breathless scream
Hush...
When you told me those harsh words the scream was louder
Then you just blew me out of your life like I was powder
Gone....
If only you could see what I am like now and scared I am
It was like you took you fist and threw it in my stomach
Ram...
I Love You And Always Have And Always Will
Cause You Were The One Gave My Heart Its Fill To Make Me Whole Again
*Hearts*
I Am Truely Sorry.....
Categories:
wasnt, lost loveme, me,
Form:
the smoke after the black
the smell after the rain
to forget yet remember what the minds reclaimed
the seconds to times beginning
replaying the begging from the ending
to seeing the air black and white
the apology for the fight caused tonight
fro the see through mirrors
yet windows offline and unclear
from the earths and moons rotation
for the sun and moons rhetorical reconciliation
once was what wasn't what is maybe our last yet to remember what once wasn't the future before our past
Categories:
wasnt, history,
Form:
Crown of Sonnets
The sunset was perfect in the best flawed sense that cool november evening
from the shores view I recall it in that sense I wish I could still erase.
Why does it always have to end like this she asked in that broken voice we all
have known at one time or another.
Why cant you just forget it and love me instead?
Why cant you just stop this game of endless chase for what never will be.
Tears embraced her face asonce a must less harsh moment of passion hadf so easily
erased the pain for seconds at a time.
I understood her pain but a selfish soul cant burden itself with regret for long.
I far from a dreamer and even less a romantic fool whos blindness for plessure can override his sense of need for more.
But what had it brought me but pain and many cold nights and little more.
It was never more than a velvet sense in a sandpapaer nightmares reflection that dug the grave.
And from the view the oceans endless view seemed to call stronger than welcome arms and a warm heart.
Why did we thirst for what may never be ?
the highways mystery was best left unsolved.
Maybe I never liked the rearview for I new it one day would be a s harsh to me as I was in this sunset moment alongside her.
Amybe we never truely understand why .
Fear of growing old or just fear of never knowing or even giving a dam if it never was at all.
I hate you !
Spelled laced with regert someone has to break you sooner than later I know a fools thought seldom touches a perfect world.
The sunset always takes me back to thoose old thoughts
And her broken heart would someday haunt me a ghost of that old poisen what if.
Yeah even the worst were beloved sometime.
Categories:
wasnt, life, loss, people, me,
Form:
How would I have any idea what I think, if I couldn’t read my own poetry?
When I sit to write poetry, my mind transforms the blank screen into a flurry of words and then sometimes a story that I had never heard before emerges.
The Hippy era in the 60's was rife with poets, and songwriters and public speakers all voicing their thoughts, their feelings, their dreams and their protests, and I was one of them. Through the life of a married woman, poetry was practically a forgotten art. Oh I still loved reading it and had a huge collection of poetry books by the greats, but rarely ever wrote a poem.
Then came a thing called COPD. Forced into retirement at 63, and within four years I was spending most of my time in a wheelchair. Little or no voice left, could only walk about 10 steps without gasping for breath.
Recently I found SOUP. I tried my hand at poetry again. Its become an obsession. It wasn’t only the poetry, it was the companionship of like minded people who were willing to encourage and praise others. Not working creates a doubt of self worth. Writing poetry restores that feeling. You can create something pleasurable for others. It’s a confidence booster. it’s a big part of my life now. I cant participate in activities, but I can write poetry.
I can sit by a lake or jump from a plane or climb a mountain, all from the safety of my wheelchair. I can fill a sleepless night by creating or just chatting to a mate. It feels like I am still alive.
Categories:
wasnt, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Emotional torment is what has conspired
From a decision I made and reality that transpired
A mistake so great only myself to blame
Unexpected pregnancy the guilt does remain
Trapped in abusive relationship no support id receive
Abortion the only option my loss to alone bereave
No maternal instinct no other way to go
Except for breaking my moral standing code
As I don't believe in abortion killing life that’s just begun
But I had no other choice it was all that could be done
No way or means of supporting a young life
With a suffering relationship resulting in strife
I didn't see it as a baby as it had not had time to form
I do still wonder what would of happened if it had been born
Will I go to hell for extinguishing a life that was forming?
Only know on judgement day for my innocence I will be imploring
Its best to know your not ready to sustain a child in this world
Than recklessly inflicting life that I would become too furl
A burden to raise a child singlehandedly with no help
As Stephen was clear on making his true feelings felt
It infuriates me more as if his response had acted in my decision
As a baby would destroy my reality and future vision
I do want children but with someone that wants them too
So I must settle down and commit it is what I must surely do
Im sure my soul mate is out there destined to wander on my path
And that special someone will become my one true fath.
Categories:
wasnt, abortion, recovery from,
Form:
Rhyme
The day I found out about you
I didn't know what to do
I broke down and cried
Because I knew I couldn't have you
I went home that night
more scared then ever
I fell asleep holding onto you
And you made me feel better.
I woke up the next morning
saying good morning to you
I ate a full breakfast
So that you could be full too.
During the weeks
I kept you protected
kept you warm and safe
from the unexpected
As I laid holding my belly,
looking at the moon
I realized my baby,
that I have fallen in love with you
My son, my daughter, my unborn love
You are a gift sent to me and daddy from above
I have learned a love like no other
And that's the love between a child and mother,
Baby, tonight is my last night with you
Tomorrow you will be with someone new
His name is GOD
and he is expecting you
To my unborn child
who I will never get to meet
I hope when you’re in heaven
You will forgive daddy and me.
We wanted to keep you here,
but it wasn't meant to be
So for now until we meet again-I’ll keep you in my dreams
I love you and I'm sorry
08/10/14
Categories:
wasnt, anger, baby, birth,
Form:
Free verse
I loved you, but guess it wasn’t enough.
You acted like you loved me,
And wanted to be with me.
But it was all a lie,
You just wanted to use me.
I fell for your act too many times.
But I won’t fall for it any more,
Loved you, but guess it wasn’t enough.
Categories:
wasnt, lost love,
Form:
Light Verse
Would you love me if I wasn't a poet
I ask you because I do need to know it
Something I never dared ask you before
Do you find poetry something you abhor.
You tell me you love the poems I write
But get angry when I write through the night
That’s the time the muse is at its best
The words come easily when I’m at rest.
Sweetheart all I need is to hear you say
If I wasn’t a poet you’d be here to stay.
Darling I have told you time after time
If you wasn’t a poet you’d still be mine
But writing your poetry all night long
Can’t you see that lack of sleep is so wrong.
Truthfully your words mean the world to me
Who wouldn’t love to receive such poetry
I’ve kept each poem under lock and key
They’re my greatest treasures, honestly.
Would I love you if you wasn’t a poet
Yes I would, come here and I’ll show it.
Categories:
wasnt, confusion, love, poetess,
Form:
Narrative