Left Over(P) Poems - Poems about Left Over(P)

What's left when there is nothing left

The stench of shame fills the air
Tears fallen choked her words
Laying in a pool of red
Her massa had stolen her innocence 
Bruises decorated her already scarred flesh
A mark of ownership

A sinister smirk sends shivers
As the white man admires his coloured canvas
Pride engulfs him
Watching her struggle against the shackles
Her screams silenced by his hands around her

Part Two

He asked to stay till morning: he'd walk to get some help. I told his to grab a chair, handed him food told him to help himself. He dip toast bred and complimented the taste. We sipped wine and played cards, cigar smoke all over the place. I bought a box of stoagies, smoked up

What She Left Remains

A red wine stain stays
seared into the wooden grain —
the table keeps watch
how their laughter filled the room
last time they were together

Jellybeans loiter
on the shelf in cookie jar
I wish none remained —
better emptiness than this
waiting for sweet that's hollow

Perfume on pillows,
a scent that's too strong at times
still wafts through the air —
sometimes the scent warms

After Rain, I'm Left with an August Day

After the Rain, I’m Left with an August Day


My ears ring as I sit in the loft
and the sun shines through haze.
It rained last night and I know
it will rain again. I’ve already
checked through my emails
embracing my ritual to start the day.
The house cat rubs against my leg
until I allow it onto my lap.
I visited

No time left

Oh, I have plenty of time darling 
I just have no time left for you, 
I don’t care what you are doing, 
Have done or are going to do.
I don’t see you as a husband now
Heck, I don’t even see you as a friend,
Just so you are sure- it’s because of you
We have reached this

After she left, they said she was a complicated and mysterious soul

After she left, they said she was a complicated and mysterious soul,
She had secrets hidden in the corners of her mind, shadows she never revealed;
Her gaze never matched the smile that seemed painted on her face,
She wrote words no one read, lost in time and space,
Cried silently in bathrooms, with the faucet running, hiding her

The Real Left-Right Divide

(“Halves of a Whole”, 2019, original encaustic)

The Real Left/Right Divide

I consider myself a “classical liberal” 
Which means I’m a freedom loving
‘Live and let live’ kind of guy.
And that puts me firmly on the Right.

It also marks me as a “conservative”
In today’s political world
Because live and let live doesn’t mean
Change for the sake of change to

I Left No Trace, In Empty Space

Three days ago, I was buried on 
the ground as it seems!
A cascade of issues as the days go by.
The unrelenting sorrows and pain---
Weak, broken, desolation it brings!

I seized the world with open hands,
optimism, smile, love as much as could.
Full of hope, peace and wisdom.
Still joy would vanish out of sight.

I left no trace in

Love That Left Without Goodbye

There are two days I know
Yesterday and today 
Yesterday laid the cross I bear
Cross I dared not to wear
Forever we stay, they say,
But the thorns stares away
In the pasture last known to stray,
Cradle land, a means to an end 

Forgive me if I stray to forever land 
For my kin, I bared my soul to

What's Left of Me

I don't know where pieces of me have gone, it seems they just vanish, disappear without even as much as an Abracadabra, orphaned in some barren place where desire goes to die, Sure I've wasted some, threw alot away without regret, I've even given pieces of me to others, but I still have a small

Honolulu

If you're going to Honolulu
be sure to wear a flower behind your ear
if you're coming to Honolulu
you're going to meet some gentle people here
more than just a fashion statement
a plumeria represents birth love
spring and new beginnings
so it’s no surprise
a woman's romantic status
it can also symbolise
if you're married or unavailable
wear it behind your left
on the right

Lefty The Left Handed Poem

They built this world for the other hand,
Every door, every tool, every scissors command.
Ink smears across my palm like war paint,
While spiral notebooks mock me with their constraint.

But I am the mirror breaker,
The rule shaker,
The one who writes backwards
And dreams in reverse.

Ten percent revolution ninety percent poetic evolution 
I am the southpaw standing alone
Against a

Something Left Over

It must have been made
and rejected
in times grinding gears –
a knobby irregularity,
a leftover of smelt and dross.

This is all there is
a gobbet of oven clinker,
but behind it I sense cracked teeth,
soot seared across burnt eyeglasses,
blackened bones,
for after the gas came the flames.

Here it is,
a fragment long convulsed
from its own incineration,
an irregular rake-off, smithereens
dragged across a

Why we need to leave left behind letters to our loved ones

There are many Christians today, that are advocating always,
That we leave 'left behind letters,' to be read latter on, after 
The harpazo of the church has both come and also gone.
Instructing our left behind loves ones they can still become
Saved during the earlier portions of the tribulation days.

And they won't be on their own, but

What are the three physical signs that Bob Barber is predicting to immediately proceed the rapture

These are the three physical signs that Bob Barber believes could proceed the
rapture

1  The ink becomes dry 'on the covenant that is signed by many'.
     And after the rapture when the Anti-christ arrives on the scene,
     "he will prefect it and sign it." 'They keep kicking

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