Sleep wont come, nights are never ending.
Beyond all the pain my spirit is descending.
You ripped out my heart. I am an empty vessel.
Devotion, and feelings of loathing, both wrestle.
Your hateful, bitter words on my soul left a stain.
I showered you with love, you greeted me with pain.
So many questions, my tortured mind is ill at ease.
The man of my dreams, now impossible to please.
Toxic thoughts encircle my mind like a plague.
Shell shocked and shattered, my feelings are vague.
I cannot comprehend why you lost all control.
Leaving a void, an abyss I am no longer whole.
Memories are so clouded of that fateful night.
Bewildered why you lashed out, was it all in spite?
Visions of you laughing at me behind those bars.
My broken body lays dormant covered in battle scars.
I refuse to be known as a victim of violence.
There'll be no labels. A survivor, without silence.
You took all the love, an abundance I had to give.
Maybe this time I wont be so quick to forgive.
The Song: Battle Scars The writers : Guy Sebastian & Lupe
Engineer & singer : Jemma
Copyright © Speaks Volumes | Year Posted 2023
Indeed, the most successful thief of them all is Death.
All the pain and suffering one has to withstand,
After death has lashed out terror.
All the gallons of tears one has to weep in order to feel calm,
But instead, it only cleared more room for more pain.
Looking inside that wooden-framed structure, face to face with a pale face.
Only memory flashes will be alive, as I will be in a world of my own.
Where death is only a name, but I know all good must come to an end.
“Death, the bride’s mate of all families.”
Till we meet again, as I was robbed of time,
Till we meet again, as the light will shine once again.
Yeah, I’ll miss you, but life is moving forward—so in heaven, pray still,
As I’m still on earth, and death roams free. ©
A fly flew through the kitchen window, I was frying,
He was big, fat and very black,
He nonchalantly settled on the drying rack,
No doubt had followed the aroma of food, uninvited prying,
With tea towel and fly swatter, was armed and eyeing.
Flew closer to the gas burner, unafraid of dying,
Both of us ready for deadly battle,
He would certainly not live to tattle,
There got you, but as hard as I was trying,
He was edging nearer to the liver I had frying.
Searching with his compound eyes, he found an aperitif filler,
A small onion, his taste-buds now craving,
My anger now increasingly scaling,
Then with the prowess of a tactical serial killer,
Lashed out with the tea towel, wiped out the critter.
No one lit a match.
no lamp spilled,
the air kept kindling its hot heart,
it pulsed red all day
The heat-heavy evening slumped
toward a simmering earth,
clouds began to roil,
they swirled,
they broiled in a death dance
of fuming dragon tails,
a wounded flickering
that lashed out blindly.
We laid down our souls,
they were too hot to rescue.
We were weary, too numbed
to be either beasts or humans.
When the sun slowly fell,
carving its way
through the dark rims
of fiery hills,
a smelter of sweating rain
cut the strings of our voices
and revived us not.
" Every act of abuse, deepens the misery. Every accepted promise, brings death closer." ~The Poet~
Sleep wont come, nights are never ending.
Beyond all the pain my spirit is descending.
You ripped out my heart. I am an empty vessel.
Devotion for you, and feelings of loathing, wrestle.
Your hateful, bitter words on my soul left a stain.
I showered you with love, you greeted me with pain.
So many questions, my tortured mind is ill at ease.
The man of my dreams now impossible to please.
Toxic thoughts encircle my mind like a plague.
Shell shocked and shattered, my feelings are vague.
I cannot comprehend why you lost all control.
Leaving a void, an abyss I am no longer whole.
Memories are so clouded of that fateful night.
Bewildered why you lashed out, was it all in spite?
Visions of you laughing at me behind those bars.
My broken body lays dormant covered in battle scars.
You took all the love, an abundance I had to give.
They say, there’s nothing they can do, I wont live.
Uh-oh met Oops
made an egregious error
Mistook Oops for Boo-boo
thought a kiss'd make it better
Oops lashed out
called Uh-oh a name
Boo-boo's not cured ~
Is Uh-oh to blame
When my father was in a drunken stupor,
He could be a disgusting, nasty pooper
His paranoia would send him into a rage
Everyone was against him took advantage,
So he thought, while inflating his self-worth
A vain man of massive ego and matching girth
He lashed out at those who loved him most,
Of his superior qualities he would often boast.
When he was sober, he could be Mr. Milquetoast
Some said he was one of the finest men on earth
It is true, he could exhibit considerable mirth
We wondered how he could turn the page
He was, indeed, a smart man, …even a sage.
Among friends he was considered a trooper,
But he could be a disgustingly nasty pooper
When my father was in a drunken stupor.
Written March 8, 2022
[Verso-Rhyme]
#68 on List of 100 Best Poems
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April 1, 2022
I gently stroked her neck, as she lay calm,
and ran my fingertips along her back,
although surprised, she didn't seem alarmed
quickly relaxed, with both her shoulders slack.
But seconds later I increased my grip,
pinning her face down upon the bed,
panic set in, she tried her best to slip
out from my grasp, she writhed, twisting her head.
She cried, lashed out, and managed to draw blood,
I gasped in pain, but still I held on tight,
despite all her attempts, it proved no good
she now lay still, had given up the fight.
Few things in life are much harder than that
of trying to put flea drops on a cat.
I looked and I looked,
As deep as I could,
And just when I thought,
I knew all I should,
Then, there was more...
A drop in the corner,
Had oceans to speak,
That held a whole storm,
What I thought was weak,
Oh! Today it will pour...
Twice did they blink,
And 'lashed' out the worry,
Put 'lids' on the feelings,
Had a lot to bury,
Never saw this before...
The calmness was scary,
I could not peep inside?
Was there a decision?
To fight or set aside?
Shook me to the core...
Then they 'opened up',
There was no fear,
Warm 'gaze' embraced me,
And the sky was clear
These 'Eyes' I adore!!
The mightiest of weapons
Forged by will alone
Stronger than steel
They cut to the bone
In contact with the very soul
In harms, befouls, cuts deep
When sung with love from mothers’ lips
They put you straight to sleep
The mightiest of weapons
Lashed out in anger
Wound your kin
Befriend a stranger
The power consumes my waking mind
How can I with this danger rest
Can I strike out with careful tongue
To deaden, to stoke, to pass the test
The mightiest of weapons
Here the power grows
To humble mighty emperors
To halt your wrathful foes
Power corrupts the incorruptible
It kills what honor is left
Can I reach out for goodness
Without harming the bereft
The mightiest of weapons
Use with utmost care
The wise can bring peace
Where danger once did wear
Once raised by folks who screamed and yelled
He grew up in a living Hell
He hardly knew he acted strange
Forgive him, please, for he has changed
They fought by day, again at night
Each sure that he was in the right
His tender mind they rearranged
Forgive him, please, for he has changed
At times they lashed out and they hit
They thought he wasn't hurt a bit
But he almost became deranged
Forgive him, please, for he has changed...
Those years have passed, he's all alone
He hopes that he can start a home
His life he seeks to rearrange
Please help him now, for he has changed
Iambic Tetrameter
Europe's concerned
The world will burn
Russia's a tad worried
Her ambitions may be buried
Mr. Obama's lashed out and chided
His country's withdrawal as "seriously misguided"
Ordinary residents of the Middle East
Do not want to unleash war's beast...
High up in the sky
Beyond where eagles dare fly
One angel confessed to the Good Lord, his Friend:
I was counting on Mr. Trump
To act like a Chump--
Did he? ~ 'Think the world's gonna end?'
Were Startled and Cringed
We had become startled and then cringed,
Loser Trump lashed out and was unhinged;
We would wonder,
About his thunder;
His stupid hair looked ugly like it is singed.
Jim Horn
They were with me the whole time
as I yelled and cried and cursed the whole of existence.
They held me
They fed me
They did all they could.
They nursed me
and cried too as I cussed them
and lashed out
and hit them
and stole from them
and ran out on them without a word
of thank you.
Then, when their time came,
(we all have our time,
whether or not we deserve it
or merit it)
as they stood helpless
and I was their witness,
I denied them.
I didn't have the time,
you see.
I was too busy living the life
they'd given me;
a life I'd never known,
where I was free finally;
where I didn't have to run anymore,
to or from anything.
You need to understand,
I couldn't jeopardize that.
I couldn't go back for anything.
Not even for them.
So, I walked away,
denying my life once again.
Now there is no one to save me.
Now there is only me.
And I know what I've done.
It seemed everything were on the canvas
The cow boy looking man just couldn't paint it all on the portrait
I saw litters of colour on the wooden stand
All coming together in harmony
Each one making the man on the canvas a beauty to behold
The man in the portrait... The man from my past
Cowboy looking man painted the fine arc of perfectly shaped brow
Crystal white eyes and the oval shaped face
Glorified with a smile as enticing as freshly baked cookies
But, cowboy couldn't paint it all
He couldn't paint the brows that join in fury
Each time he lashed out at my mum and I with his mouth
He couldn't paint the strong lines that rise from his face
Each time that mouth invokes in us words of disdain
You see, he is the only inheritance my dad left us
The uncle from a distant past
The man from my past...
Beauty in portrait... Beast in person
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