I used to just hide from the tears and the pain,
But now I just stand and stay still,
So what’s soaking inside can escape the
restrain,
Of what’s coaxing my eyes to reveal…
What drenches me wrapped in a breeze with
the wind,
Then mixes with tears on my cheek,
As passersby stop and then stare to pretend,
That the drops are just rain at my feet…
So heavy it falls so I lower my head,
And barely can catch all my breath,
Preventing my lungs what they need to be
fed,
Convincing my heart to beat less...
As it muffles the sound of what comes in my
ears,
The rhythmic torn splashes of ground,
Lay silence to suffering coupled with fears
The second that no one’s around…
I used to just hide from the tears and the pain,
But now I just stand and stay still,
Praying my life has left something to gain,
And soaking my heart till it heals…
Terry
WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com
Do not wipe away the tears
That fall upon my face
For they are gentle reminders
A different time, a different place
My heart is still bleeding
From the wound that was left behind
It seems as though
Peace I will never find
Love and pain, sadness and joy
A contradiction in terms
So many emotions
You can live with, I have learned
You have to find the balance
Stabilize your life
For some days the sun will shine
Others will be filled with strife
Fill your heart with love
And for sorrow you can prepare
Letting you know that you are human
And even on the darkest of days
That you can still care
The End
By Greg P
In my top draw there are a box of Masks..
Each one for a different day and task..
I have a strong bold one for my work day..
A happy devilish one for those late night stays..
To many times in the past the sad one was worn..
And all too often the hurt look after my heart was torn..
Only you my love see the true face with no mask shown..
Just my naked open heart of love played in soft tender tones..
Still the draw is full for the ones who need a different view..
But now I only change my look for a certain special few...
by Michael J Falotico
"Mask Contest" by the lovely Nette
As I look outside I see it’s raining again
I remember the times when we were still friends
I start to feel lonely my heart grows sad
I try to remember the good times we had.
I try to remember how I lost all control
Emptiness grew deep inside of my soul
I hope the sun returns to bring a little light
I have problems seeing in the darkness of night.
I try to remember and then I slip and forget
I want to live my life without the regrets
I try to drop some cards from the hand I was dealt
I try to remember just what it was I felt.
I try to remember what I need to do
I drift aimlessly when I think of you
All of the laughter and happiness is gone
These become the things for which my heart longs.
I try to remember how I made it this far
I’ll just make a wish upon a shooting star
Over the rainbow will there be a pot of gold
As I look in the mirror another year old.
I try to remember my way back home
A place to feel comfort and not feel alone
I try to remember when the words were so kind
But it all seems to get lost inside of my mind.
My heart is filled with so much sorrow. It is aching from disappointments, betrayals,
deceptions, and lies. How can I stop it from hurting from crying, and from screaming
in pain. My heart is no longer whole, but in fragments. How could I start mending
you when I need you to cope. Where do I start from to make you whole again, and
how do I protect you from further crumbling in pieces. Even though my heart is filled
with pain, I never stop lovingl How could my broken heart keeping loving, keep
hoping and keep praying just to be rescued,and there is no rescuer insight. Where
do I start to go to be mended. Pain has invaded my heart and squeeze out every
desirable feelings, leaving me cripple in agony. My heart is crippled in pain. I no
longer know how to be loved because pain has seized my heart.
MY POETRY IS CATHARTIC
I write poetry about my fears.
Poetry is medicine for the heart,
The heart which has suffered
Pain of isolation, rejection,
Felt the claws of loneliness
And choked in the prison of solitude.
Misfit , different,
Outsider on the inside -
Single-cell confinement
Of a single cell organism
Whose love is unreciprocated,
Or yet unfulfilled,
Or only a painful memory of loss -
Loss of a loved one -
Strapped in an ambulance,
Trapped in a cell of disillusionment,
Wrapped in a nightmare,
With a heart suffering.
Calmed are my fears
And balmed is my heart
By the poems I write.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Written for Leighann Anderson's Contest "Free for All"
the measure of a man
a lot can be read into
the position of his hand
is he a friend or foe
or perhaps a needful soul
a hand held extended with the palm up
or a hand held extended in the position
of a hand shake
it is for you to be aware and to decide
which of these two positions of the hand
is the greatest measure of a man
but also be aware of your choice
it will say a lot about
what comes back to you
the position of the hand will determine
if he will give or a take
or if he is willing to work for what he will make
or perhaps it will determine if your heart he will break
be aware of what you see
and what you understand
in the position of the hand
just what you are willing to except into your life
will protect you from a lot of heart break
and human strife.
Dennis Davis
4/8/11
I at once with humbled gaze
Caught sight of beauty’s prize
With skilful sly and knowing craft
Medusa met my eyes
Ne’er again will sight so fair
Afflict a heart so sore
What yielded I so freely
Was tossed upon a floor
Lovely eyes of hazel brown
Cloaked the soul behind
And hid a heart like diamond
And a tortured troubled mind
What twists a spirits natural grace
With ugliness and hate
What turns the fire once beautiful
To ashes in the grate
There is a law surpassing all
Whose statutes truth impart
Though beauty lies within the eye
Love dwells within the heart
How long ago did she lose her tears
honest tears of sadness or joy
a trusting heart lost for years
pretend emotions now her decoy
weeping heart captive and barred
concealed essence slowly clears
bound emotions begin to shard
now feeling her inner guide
showing her she should not fear
her trusting heart will open wide
when she finds her unshed tears
Flawless
Her skin shone with radiance
Peach and rose in perfect balance
Flawless as the diamond on her hand
A sparkling jewel on a gold band
A black heart rested within
Ominously jet, a flawless twin
Flaws
Pretty she was not, had many a flaw
Chubby cheeks which needed a thaw
Fingers hardened with hard work
Was a simple wife of the town clerk
A kind and golden heart within
Helped one and all with a happy grin
you sped by and I glimpsed your face
your stuff all packed for your quick getaway
you've tried before but it didn't take
a fool never learns from the old mistakes
you left a treasure under a Palo Verde tree
down in the Valley where all was green
you're heading north with your heart mapped out
forgetting a tiny piece that lays due South
you hit the brakes as the interstate forks
your heart a little heavier than you had thought
the song that plays on your radio
says you stayed too long...it was time to go
without a thought or without any cares
you say again your silent little prayer
"don't let what I'm doing be a huge mistake
am I too early or just an hour too late"
you hit Phoenix and you're feeling fine
ready to try it all one more time
the dust won't settle on your yesterdays
the shadow on your soul you thought was filed away
like a 12-step program you try to justify
take all the wrongs and make them all right
but it all comes back when you try to go to sleep
the love that is new and the one you couldn't keep
The crashing tide of this turbulent sea of emotion
As Autumn turns to Winter
And as snow falls
So does my heart fall so much deeper.
Never have i felt like this before
And never have my thoughts been so complex
Fighting the rivers that flow before me
As my guides through life,
As my guardians of Nature.
The prevailing winds of this unforgiving land
Tell their own tales
And i am defeated by their strengths
As they are by my weakness
And as we stand upon this battleground
My heart knows not of which path to take
But it still wanders forwards
Carrying Hope to find Destiny.
The power of Mother Earth does move me
And i am at her mercy if you will
For this land on which i lie upon
Holds many a secret unrevealed.
Time does not wait
As its hands move faster towards the end
And i am certain of change if not my own
And this heart is somewhat fulfilled
As it is eager to face what lies in wait.
somewhere West
between asphalt and azure
nestled in a valley verdant
shadowed by mountains and fluffy clouds
saguaro standing...guarding it all
a restless heart dreams
somewhere East
between asphalt and architecture
nestled in a suburb and increasing smog
shadowed by oak and evergreen
rain that falls nearly everyday
a restless heart dreams
somewhere in the middle
between happiness and heartache
nestle feelings that go deep
shadowed by wonder and doubt
interwoven these two that bond
when restless hearts meet
I push past the reasons and expectations
no comparisons or judging, unexpected gyrations
you do your best with all that is offered
while I pack my bags and head for the border
call or don't, write it all out or not
don't fill me with songs that you once forgot
sing from your heart or don't sing at all
dance with me once or fill my dance card
hike up the mountains for a grander view
once you get there, there is nothing that's new
drink from your bottle but it won't quench the thirst
for knowledge you possess but bruises and hurts
you thought that you loved and all was so easy
but it just leaves you numb and feeling queasy
the one that you want boards a plane for the coast
and there goes your heart with the one you want most
the one by your side that hangs on your word
is silently sleeping and lays undisturbed
Harsh cold wind blowing through the mind, the patron within is hard to find. Within that mind
there is something that shines hidden deep behind two eyes that are blind.
Looking within there is only one mind feeling; hearing what it finds is highly defined. Used as
a pawn through the mind of a king smiling; ever knowing never showing that was his thing.
Feeling strong and bold inside cuts the mold, to have and to hold for reasons forlorn but
never told. Out of body is this soul, always lonely, never cold bound forever to unfold.
Among the light that shines for the humble and the many, dark magic provides no promise if
any. Redemption follows the heart and soul not the body, pray it’s not too late to repent from
your folly.
When all alone feeling midnight and blue hands and heart frozen not knowing you were
chosen. To represent all who stand in the light bring all out of darkness no matter the plight.
James C Bryant Jr.
May 25, 2002
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