Long Abandon Poems
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I have no wish to partner with armor making my defenses sharper –
it is spiritual truth I seek to garner
I choose to never deliberately hush any moments passing brush –
but try absorbing its full blush
I strive to never miss night’s surrender as her curtain unfolds tender –
flaring my sense of splendor
I retain my dreams with no border or restrictive list for order –
to nurture even as I grow older
I will not abandon laughter as one sure inner joy crafter –
well worth sharing and looking after
I shall never avoid emotional pain or swallow their teary refrain –
though I refuse to tote their stain.
I decline to record my mistakes on any lined journal page -
errors serve my life's as my sage
walk slow and light my feet
to the corner of my time
where my best self is dwelling,
waiting to be claimed as mine
To handle dreadful time, to cherish it
although I have no gall for such-
past the ennui of night’s workload,
this jive which I embrace relentlessly
fizzles like soapsuds in my nails;
a voice quelled with the dirt of blue mood…
How lethargy chokes me, its tar roasting
my senses humid as air, more apt for birds,
that I cruise along an alley where piano tunes
with acoustic strings invite a certain madness--
the scent of rhythm and blues perks
ached limbs, gradually tapping a free
movement pleading abandon…cheeks lighten,
enthralled by an opulence of notes;
till I scream, yes, time, though you're a dreadful bane,
I will hold you wildly, once again.
1/6/2018
For Craig Cornish: Blue Contest
Such abject misery abounds right about now
Abandon hope all that enter here.
Abort plans of happiness I do implore
My own plans are failing I fear.
Our plans in the offing going all wrong again
Happiness is turning around to obsession
Now of course obsessions not in because it’s lame
I’m just editing my awesome session
I call one happy if you always smile
Everybody join in with one more ultimate quest
And walk along with us this overlong mile
Overlong but it will all work out best
And let's all break out with a smile even for awhile.
© ~GG~ 08/02/2013
Entry for David William's Con/vowel contest
Frayed Baggage
by Odin Roark
Dreamt fields
Where wall-less interiors boast stunning views
Personal vistas of imagination
Requiring only attachments be left behind
The resentful
The angry
The baggage labeled heavy
For just as everyone can’t be
Who or what they think they are
Revelation often becomes frayed baggage of the mind
Clutched with guilty claws
Self-loathing that refuses to heal
Narcissistic defenses
Deliver delusions of grandeur
Driving the moral compass further downward
Where an icy kingdom of vicarious reality
Becomes one’s personal abyss
Such is the plight of a luggage-laden life
One’s weighty attempt to always be part of something
Rejecting being one with the singular self as success
The fortunate abandon that which can’t be changed
Unshackling the drag-behind regrets and disappointments
And breathing in the oxygen of continuance
Discovering closure reveals the eternal opening
The paradoxical passage into meeting
One’s innate traveling companion of wager
The one who travels with toothbrush only
Sharing weightless wins in life
We know not of…
Yet
Writing a masterpiece
Takes so much effort and thought
My mind’s settling in my comfort zone – feed me with flawless peace
Words seem to escape me…my feelings mean naught
Anger molds me in inside and out…I feel insecure again
Peace barely meets my body
Joy seems to abandon me like an orphan
Faith passed away – it’s buried too far below the debris
Have I lost the race?
Writing a successful book…writing in general
Takes so much confidence and self-control
My mind is stacked up with debt…
Words splinter my tongue – I can’t repair my tarnished soul
Danger is placed in many corners
Happiness is a few blocks away from me
Fearlessness dives into me
Acceptance of who I am – God’s chosen one
Have I won the race?
Have I found His grace?
"I want to play too! I'm Mich, I'm from Connecticut, and I got RTI and RIT."
What an adorable way to make sure you join in the intros. Tho you're a bit of a copycat, stealing my answer and all.
He is so delightful...
I’m just his friend. I’m just his friend. I’m just his friend. She said.
All she heard was the sound of a passing SUV and her footsteps on the sidewalk.
"I wanted to go to Maine for college hockey, but then reality set in."
After his beautiful brown eyes left mine, I lower my gaze to this "chubby" he mentioned to notice an alternative bulge.
He is so charming...
I’m just his friend. I’m just his friend. I’m just his friend. She said.
All she heard was the starting of a Chevy Cruise and her footsteps on the sidewalk.
"Does this make you embarrassed to be my friend?"
I just watch with giggles as he tries to eat the pizza but instead drops all of his papers on to the floor to abandon them.
He is so cute...
I’m just his friend. I’m just his friend. I’m just his friend. She said.
All she heard was an ambulance sounding it’s siren and her footsteps on the sidewalk.
“I’m just his friend.”
There's a great rain clouds hovering
I could almost feel my anguish winning
Like the grass that shivers in expectation
I bowed to brace myself until it falls
I will never abandon what is left
Of the chain that you and I have created.
I have seen marshmallow clouds
On Sunday morning I have marveled
I have wandered on that lazy day
Lazy days in the hammock, I always
Find you there
Your beauty engulfed me alive.
There could be more of this coming
I wish I can take you to a safer place
To watch us both drown in the flood
Is the hardest part of my existence
Glory days, glory days forever gone
And there's nothing here to blame.
Black man, do you remember who you are?
Before temples were carved from stone,
before books whispered borrowed truths,
you were already divine.
You walked with spirit, not religion.
You read the stars and the rivers,
you spoke to the wind and it answered,
you heard God in the thunder and
saw His face in the lion’s gaze.
But now—
You kneel before foreign names.
You pray to faces that do not reflect your own.
They gave you their gods and took your land,
gave you a white savior and stole your soul.
How can your liberation come from
those who bound you?
Abraham is not your ancestor.
Jacob never tilled your soil.
David never danced to your drums.
Why then do you chant their names
and forget the names of your grandfathers?
Why do you reject your lineage
and embrace the chains that erased it?
They told you to forget your ancestors—
called your roots evil, your spirits demons.
Yet they revere theirs in books and statues.
What hypocrisy blinds you?
Spiritual suicide—
that is what you commit, daily,
when you abandon the sacred drum,
the sacred tree, the sacred fire.
When you see your oppressor’s god as your own,
you will always kneel beneath him.
How can you rise
while worshiping your captivity?
Wake up, Black man.
You are not lost.
The ancestors are waiting in the wind,
in the waters, in your bones.
They whisper still.
Remember your gods.
Remember the rhythm of your bloodline.
The power is not in Rome or Jerusalem—
it is in the dust of your homeland,
in the echo of your grandmother’s voice,
in the prayers said with bare feet
and a pure heart beneath the baobab tree.
Reclaim your spirit.
Reclaim your throne.
The world rejects you
because you have forgotten
how to speak your original name.
Speak it again.
And rise.
I dream of a home
Where children run free
In sync with their heart
Dancing to the beat of life
Exploring with reckless abandon
Loving with pure innocence
I dream of a home
Where adults commune together
Connected in TRUTH
Moving in harmony to music
Creating with jewels surfacing in the water
Loving with curiosity
I dream of a home
Where generations gather
Sharing traditions and values that serve
Adjusting beliefs to heal and soothe
Restoring broken vessels to cherished children
Loving with gentle hands
I dream of a home
Where communities meet every need
Inviting new ideas, innovations
Markets fill the streets with fresh food and goods
Celebration of living experienced daily
Loving with authenticity
...and forever, finally has a home
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-13-2026
Dear friends , I just want to let you know that after seven years on poetrysoup, I feel its the right.time for me to take a break.I do not know if its going to be a short one ,or a long one. I thought I ' d let you know, so if you don't see my supporting comments on your poems and blogs, you will know I didn't abandon you, but its just not being here on poetrysoup anymore. I will miss you all, and will keep you in my thoughts and prayers.Please , do keep me in yours. I tried to think of something beautiful to write for you before I take my break, but my muse isn't helping so I picked two lines from a poem I 've written in the past , and I will post them below.I do wish you all to keep writing plenty of poetry, to keep building a community and not just another poetry site, to have fun on here, and just be happy you have.this opportunity to be here, to meet people from all over the globe , to share what you love doing most-Writing. That is the kind of journey I always tried to have here. Don't feel offended if I don' t reply to your comments.My notifications are off....And guess I'll be off soon too . Take care, be kind to eachother because life is too short .Use your mind , heart ,and soul , lovingly.Use your amazing talent wisely.
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In the sand my lonely footrpints
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