Did not the Bird,
warn us, by his airs?
Fewer by day...more by
night – the owls survive
longer! Did not rodents
warn us? Depleted by
owls, they both now suffer.
Better men open their eyes
to Light – for, even swooping
shadows, will not long survive
such night….
Categories:
depleted, abuse, bird, christian, community,
Form: Free verse
With the weight of the world
In your hands
You quickly learn and understand
Dependency is something to be ashamed of
When you hand that weight to someone else
You wanna take it back
You practically beg
So you don't see them in the same pain
With the weight back
You begin to crumble
And all 8 billion of the people
And all the land and sea animals
Begin to shake and fall
"How irresponsible! You could've killed us all" They screech
"But I've held on for so long!"
You try to reason
But no matter how long you succeeded
You almost depleted
Now, the shame overwhelms you
It takes more willpower than you own
To keep it contained in you!
Categories:
depleted, abuse, anxiety, corruption,
Form: Free verse
"By the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find,"
kindness is a necessary handkerchief:
convex lips to meet mine with gentle understanding
words that tenderize as a snarling babe sedated by mother's milk
Please wait for me there
never minding fallen appearances
spider veins spindled in my corporation - bogus skins -
depleted gums, haunted eyes
Extend a posy, a leaf of scripture, a lump of sugar
be impressed at the flounce of this wisteria skirt
and silver-studded circulation stockings
in remembrance of my blush
Categories:
depleted, appreciation, identity, life, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
I've always taken notice,, during our separated times;
Immediately moving on,
Never even stopping to take a look behind.
So now it's finally over, and memories begin to fade;
Leaving only behind, the ones where you treated me
So very, very unkind...
God's karma for my youth, God's reminder for my future;
Love is truly blind when you choose not to see...
My heart broken and depleted self esteem,
My mind still distorted even as I write this,
On a poems empty screen...
The 20/20 vision I never have until the end
Shows me all the darkness, even as we first began...
Any beauty that was once there, was unseen in all the dark;
Like a peaceful evening rain as day turn's into dark;
Or the familiar unseen sound of, a friendly dogs bark,
. We know that somewhere above us is a
RAINBOW IN THE DARK...
Categories:
depleted, dark, music,
Form: Rhyme
calling upon her
light of the day
dark of the night
with change of any season
relationship of any kind
happy or sad
crying or laughing
lying or sitting
whole or broken
dwells within me
accepts me as I am
listens without judgement
replenish my depleted soul
nourish my imbalance body
heal my fragmented heart
reboots my scatter mind
revitalize my creativeness
nurtured me throughout my journey
gifted with her beauty
growing with her grace
created with her resilience
equipped with her communications
stored with her wisdom
bestowed upon with her love
beheld with her memories
strong with her strength
still with her peace
Categories:
depleted, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
As we expand
populations increasing
resources depleted
what will sutain us?
As wealth is held
controlled by the few
with so many deprived
when will there be justice?
As power is polarised
conflicts encouraged
the others abused
when will there be peace?
As we accelerate
communications ever faster
responses more instant
where are we heading?
As we leave behind
oceans polluted
space above cluttered
how will this end?
As society collapses
environment degrades
sea levels rise
who will survive?
As we lose intelligence
to artificial control
our humanity lost
who will we be?
The remnant will subsist
knowing how to cope
reusing repairing restoring
what little is left
finding new hope.
Categories:
depleted, angst, conflict, destiny, fate,
Form: Didactic
The birth of an indomitable only instigates forces to envy
he comes to the world complete but flawed by a blonder
the journey will be long, his sail will be wavy
but his glue to success, he's letting no asunder
obstacles only makes the climbing more classy by the Ivy
the thorns are overcomed to reach beyond and yonder.
A car crash of the 70s and his fate is inflicted with scurvy
possessing the billboard's apex, that's his first rejoinder
three consecutive albums of the year, this is not a movie
even with sight depleted, he's a 25-time commander
his "happy birthday" song that makes a sadist groovy
lets martin the junior-king grateful and honoured from under.
Accolades and trophies make the cabinet full and heavy
rock and roll, rhythm and blues, his prowess is on the calendar
who said disability is a hindrance not to make one savvy?
Those who ultimately lose are the ones who surrender
now an epitome of peace and freedom, that's our beloved Stevie
achieving against all odds to make the people always wonder.
Categories:
depleted, celebrity, people, political, power,
Form: Rhyme
She was depleted, drained, exhausted
But determined to live no matter what
Three days later her killer led police to her body
Except she was merely paralyzed, still alive
Categories:
depleted, murder,
Form: Free verse
Depleted...is all I can say,
From every ounce of abuse and pain,
To the point where you wanna shut off any negative existence,
You want to hide from the battle and keep your distance,
You find peace in the small things in life that take you away,
Until you no longer care or can feel the pain of yesterday,
And if you must deal with a feeling when it pops up,
You take it to God, and cry it out in hopes that's enough,
Because you cannot change what you can't control,
And your only option is to emotionally let go,
Your heart is tired, and you need a break,
And sitting in silence listening to the wind takes you away,
It soothing like a lullaby and you can finally feel rest,
Giving you beautiful solitude away from the mess.
Categories:
depleted, blessing, deep, emotions,
Form: Light Verse
Lost feelings are frozen in my city of memories,
Alone, I stand-an empty shell in a silent sea.
Depleted like sodium, my soul burns to ash.
Only the shell of flesh endures, a vessel cold and bare.
Trapped in the midst of unfamiliar faces,
Their eyes like distant stars, far away.
Set me free beneath the darkness of night,
Drowned in emptiness, lost in my soul’s dark tide.
In the quite, I fade, unseen, untold,
A shadow drifting where the light never goes.
Wander through the darkness what was and could be,
Chasing whisper that fades in the breeze.
Don't look for me in your sleepless nights.
I am immersed in the stillness forever lost.
Searching for hope, searching for serenity,
Searching for lost fragments of my soul.
Categories:
depleted, deep, loneliness, longing, lost,
Form: Free verse
Drink from the chalice of my lips.
Slowly, my love, and savor each drop.
My cup is nearly depleted from your sips
and I shall mourn deeply when we stop.
Our candle's flame burns grievously low,
but my love for you will continue to glow.
Perhaps this love was not meant to be
so with an aching heart, I set you free.
The mantle clock has begun to chime.
The hour's come and I must not sway,
so drink heartily from me one last time;
one last kiss before I turn and walk away.
If I should ever find you standing at my door
I will know the broken trellis has been mended
and our love will flourish to bloom once more,
rekindling a love that should never have ended.
Categories:
depleted, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
It would seem impossible for a house plant to have joy
loosely rooted in a glazed bowl of nutrient depleted soil
every third day fed plastic cups of fluorinated water
enduring yellow, rainless nicotine puffs
forever stunted like a secondhand son.
A withering witness, to squabbles and suffering
violent deeds and sudden ugliness
praying for sunshine=force fed shadows
wishing for a fairy on a breeze
but whiffing only shiny linoleum
bargain coffee and bacon grease.
Besides a bulb lit zoo puma, eternally pacing-pacing...
a house plant is the saddest thing I've ever seen.
Categories:
depleted, earth,
Form: Free verse
A warm ember that revives
The icy void that froze me from within
Whispers carried on the breeze like autumn leaves
Unveiling a beauty that forever ascends
My desire once depleted
Scarred from the burns that sear
Until you flared the torch of my soul
Illuminating my path of darkness when all seemed unclear
I felt the force of a sapphire storm in your gaze
A bond that crystallized as your hand fell into mine
The arid landscape transforms into a welcoming haven
Vibrant and bright as our souls intertwine
I wandered through the twilight of my own shadow
In the most fragile hours of endless longing
Mapping the contours that led me back home
In the crevices of your love, i have found my place of belonging
Categories:
depleted, deep, destiny, devotion, fate,
Form: Quatrain
Someone told me... "You look like you're going through the most..."
Was it that bad? I didn't realize it....
My frustrations, my anger... always tucked in... never present when it matters.
It seeks the light when it's already done... when I'm depleted, destroyed, delayed...
It sits quietly for fear of disturbance...
For fear of what it could mean...
But what if...?
What if it was the sanctuary?
The freedom
The upliftment
The change needed
The whip into shape
What if?
What if a let fear drift ceaselessly away?
Drip through me
Expunge out of me
I don't need fear
Fear needs me...
And I no longer want to be needed...
Categories:
depleted, anxiety, depression, fear, sad,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
The covers were over my head.
It was time for bed.
But still, my fingers twitch a bit.
My computer is brightly lit.
In the corner of my room.
Next to the dustpan and broom.
I was almost ready to sleep.
My computer does a gentle beep.
“When will you write again?
When will you share from within?”
I start to dream a little bit.
But my mind is throwing a fit.
Ideas and plans in the making.
The room starts shaking.
Ok, I suppose I’ll write a poem.
I turn on a song and start to hum.
Then falling asleep too quickly.
Waking up feeling sickly.
Assuming that nothing was completed.
Despite the sleep, feeling depleted.
But I must have written in my sleep.
I see my story and start to weep.
It had been a few months since she passed away.
In fact, three months to this day.
It was the first long sleep in a while.
And finally, a poem came out of my file.
After three months.
I said goodbye more than once.
My computer gathered dust.
While I lost my sense of trust.
I thought it was just a dream…
But it was more it seems…
Categories:
depleted, loss,
Form: Rhyme
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