Long Happy Poems
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I don't know how? or why? i'm feeling like this, that plague of sickness that exists in my gut.
The stress in my head and the constant belief that i'm stuck in this rut.
Is there anyway of escaping this mental illness that has taken over my life?.
with all that's going on with me how am i expected to become anyone's wife.
The medication doesn't help me much, sometimes it makes me feel worse.
if only i could find a way of breaking myself free of this torturous curse.
I know that there is no one who can make me feel better, its something I've got to do on my
own.
I have to get up, get on with it and grow myself a backbone.
Its easy for others to say as they don't seem to understand mental illness.
they just think that the way in which i act is down to my own silliness.
maybe so but i'm trying, and it is such a hard illness to beat.
though when i do i will be happy again, back to normal and my life will be complete.
Danger said to hold on tight
Tonight will be a bumpy ride
Birth the self full-armed to fight
Cuz there's nowhere left that we might hide
The topplers heard you were the bird
That sung such pretty lies
The sleepless truth you have now stirred
And would tear those pretty eyes
Life and death are vying for me
We clamber from the shores unto the seas
Hoping the moon well receives our pleas
The winds upon the tides promise no guarantee
The prophets are aligned
And too, our fates resigned
But we pledge all our light
To remain free
Tho' the end be in sight
We rescind that destiny
Angels are on high
Fires churn the watery deep
If I try bide the time to cry
Will the world wake from its sleep
And try in its humble way
To comfort me
I can see the light spilling upward forming day
I can see the sinking clouds parting in our way
Fallen in the fray
Is this the destiny you've chose for me
Love is the candle that lights our way
I tremble at these words you say
Tables ever turning
Luck is giving sway
Don't ever let me catch you settling
For the fates others pay
Leave them to their days
Dying in the craze
They never paid their—praise
Go on
Be what you must be
Truth is happy and is sleeping
Tears of joy, weeping—
Night fills with day
Hearts and roses is how we say
Have a wonderful Valentines day
It may be a secret or the person your with
Show them your love it's a perfect gift
It may be a crush or maybe not
Nothing to lose give it a shot
The fourteenth of Feb is the date
Day of love definitely not hate
So get some flowers or a card
Think out of the box it's not too hard
Show your feelings and let it be known
How your love for this person has grown
Hold their hand look into their eyes
Lay down by the sea look to the sky's
Tell them how much they mean to you
How when your apart you feel so blue
Tell them you will love them forever a day
That your love will never go away
Now this is not just for the man to do
A woman has feelings so show them too
If the person had no idea how you felt
Perhaps you made their heart just melt
And if they did you have but reassured
The love you have has not been blurred
For the one we love with our heart
Let them know you will never be apart
I hope you have a long life together
Love and care for one another
Hope you like my poem today
Have a happy Valentines day
Raptured memories, it brings contentment
Unquestioning cherishing thoughts that were
Of contagious happy sounds of laughter.
Life rhythm that spoke volumes and dreams that went?
Tearful moments of happiness and loss,
Smiles, hugs of comfort warmth that were revise.
Wrinkle glint and reflection in their eyes
That were woven by the sign of the cross.
Cherished silence experienced under
Dawn's scarlet, blue, and gray skies of the bond
That bordered nature and as the day yawned
The moon's light sparked between the trees wonder.
Cherish new moments as they're being made
A second chance to live before days fade.
4/1/2021
Poetry Contest: Writing Prompt - Cherish
Sponsored by: Constance La France
I was always hopeful.
There were things and people back then.
I was also kind, and happy.
Words crossed out on my grocery list.
Depression is as forgetful as me.
Forgetting the grocery list.
Remember everything.
Scribbling all over my hand.
Depression is as patient as a blank wall.
Writing words as if I am hopeful.
Sometimes, we write.
I don’t know much about words or people.
I became more mindful.
So did my depression.
I became more hopeful.
He pretended to as well.
I was always depressed.
Even when I choose my favorite sweatshirt on a chilly day.
I didn’t get over it.
The chill again.
I was always kind.
I believed it.
When you’re always kind.
They believe it too.
I had friends back then.
It wasn’t much, but we went to the park one time.
I don’t have much now.
Just depression.
Her parents’ patterns were easy to learn.
Mom did the cooking, cleaning, laundry.
Working nonstop from the minute she woke
To the minute she fell exhausted into bed.
Her dad was the lucky one.
He worked during the day but the nights were his.
He had hobbies – fishing, hunting, trapping, coin collecting.
He listened to music and tried to dance.
But not with Mom because she never stopped working.
She worked from the second she awoke until the second she went to bed.
As far as their daughter could tell, life for a woman was no life at all.
So she faded her parents’ examples and went out on her own.
Determined to not have the cleanest clothes or cleanest house.
Determined to not cook and bake and iron and vacuum every waking minute.
Her light, happy, airy do-whatever-I-want lifestyle made her mother smile.
Her piggery disgusted her father, who now had six more hobbies.
She did not care, glad to escape the drudgery of a home where
Daddy did whatever he wanted most of the day
While her mother worked tirelessly to cook and clean and dust.
Stopping finally when she was dead, not enjoying life at all.
The days of Summer are here
On this beautiful earth sphere
This season of shine
The beach we do pine
Our time to appear draws near
The day we have awaited has arrived
To the seaside we carefully drive
The kids and their daddy
Singing Showaddywaddy
The excitement in us now thrives
In adventure they play on the dunes
Through the reeds the breeze plays a tune
A symphony so grand
As I'm barefoot on the sands
On this glorious sunny afternoon
For these days of Summer cheer us all
As the sounds of happy kids en-thrall
Our day is now ended
As darkness has descended
My kids and I had a ball
When did you first fall in love with me...
anticipation of miracle and wet wonder in her immaculate smile,
A blizzard of rose petals and blood riddles swirl within my heart
it seemed like an impossible question to answer,
it was so long ago, yet it feels like it was just a moment ago,
when did beauty become a purpose...
when did passion first pulse on virgin lips...
When I first felt...
the impassioned poetry of your womanhood,
the strike of your passion wrath upon my manhood,
when I first saw...
how your eyes of lioness scorch blazed a grin of gusto on my face,
how you crowned me King of Virility with your ultra sweet gasps,
when I realized...
that my mouth of nocturnal nurture could be your medicine,
that the landscape of my love would be the sanctuary of your dreamscape,
I asked her with a happy urge,
When did you first fall in love with me...
with a dance of wilderness on her voice she answered,
When your poetry gave me faith in my heart...
J.A.B.
Will you be my friend
By Dustin Branum
I think I hate my life today.
Why must I feel this way?
And this pain just won't go away,
And there's no sunshine for me today.
My blue skies turned to gray.
I think I hate my life today.
There's got to be a better way.
Orchestrating my own dismay,
I need to find my happy place.
Fake smile on my face,
Please help me find Amazing Grace.
I think I hate my life today.
Can anyone hear the words I say?
Please help me find a better way.
I don't want to be alone today,
I think I need a friend today.
Please help me find my happy place.
I think I hate my life today.
Must I need to compensate?
Suicidal thoughts I contemplate.
I think I hate my life today,
All alone, and to my dismay.
My beautiful mind, it fades away.
Does it really have to end this way?
No friends, no life, no reason to stay,
There isn't much left for me to say.
I think I hate my life today.
Will it be just another day?
Will someone finally hear the words I say?
Sunshine through the blue, no longer gray.
I think I hate my life today.
I think I found a friend today,
Will you help me find my happy place?
I think I like the words you say.
I think I like my life today.
Dismantling my reason for dismay.
You helped me find a better way
With your gift of blue to paint my gray.
I think I love my life today.
You are more than just a friend today—
You're my Destiny, my life, my happy place,
My hero, my heart, my reason to stay.
I think I love my life today.
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Love peewee
He tells me he wants me in his life
And he tells me he wants me to be his wife
He tells me of a house that I didn’t know exist
And he tells me of something he’s been searching for --- a wish
He tells me rarely that he loves me
He tells me he lives by the Atlantic Sea
He wants to sing again, he says
But seems so lost in his own ways
He tells me all the things I want to hear
He tells me he can banish my one fear
He’s completely across the United States
But yet he tells me he expects me to wait
He can’t make up his mind on what he wants to do
Everything in New Jersey to him also is new
His kisses when he gives them melts my heart
He tells me he doesn’t want us to be apart
He makes these plans that I just don’t see
He’s initiated before about being on one knee
But I feel like he avoids me after all that he tells
I feel like I’m drowning in thousands of wells
He wants me to leave my family and move on
But I feel like he doesn’t think I can be strong
He’s been there before to kiss away my tears
I can see him in all directions of all mirrors
Silently sitting my tears constantly fall
But for him I hold my head up and stand tall
Any girl would be proud she’s in his life
Any girl would be happy to call her his wife
But questions float through everyday
But at the rate we’re going, there’s no way
What I’d sacrifice to be in his arms
My love for him couldn’t fill up a million farms
But will he come through and claim me as his own?
Or is he just borrowing me because he’s alone?