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In a small field by a tower,
Grew a sapling next to flowers.
Its own petals bloomed this day,
A promise of fruits without delay.
A cherry tree young and sweet,
All the other trees it'd greet,
And together sway in the breeze,
Bathing in the rustling of leaves.
A lemon tree young and cynical,
Its branch growth was liminal,
It had begun without a start,
Made yellow stones to never depart.
No further fruits it bore,
Crooked tree now an eyesore,
Floating among the other trees,
Rotten fruit enriched the seas.
Its branches grew full of hope,
They grew down and around,
In the water theyd soak,
Round and constrict the trunk.
It released the creaking bark,
Among company it feared,
Their differences were stark,
Then the sound was seared
Into its roots deep down,
The creaking of its neighbors crown,
As the constrictor claimed
Itself as it strained
To view the cherries once more,
It too had bore.
A memory lost to both,
It was the price of growth.
An apple tree lone and empty,
Produced no fruits for any,
Since its neighbor parted in two,
Had left it without hope to sow.
Why walk when you can fly? I wondered then,
When she had left me standing on my own,
When I was left to mourn her yet again,
When all I’d wanted was her love alone.
She was no angel, but a demon; still
I thought she was an angel sent to me
To give me peace and love, my heart to fill,
My one true love in this cold world to be.
The things she put me through, the hate she poured
Into my life; the sounds she made and roared,
Were later healed when I stood up to face
That demon who had tried to take your place.
We could have flown back then, that girl and I;
And so I would have given all, I know.
Therefore I asked, why walk when we can fly?
Though she would not deserve that love, oh no.
I felt not sad at all, but softening
For what you give is what you get; the twist
Is that you left, and you took everything.
Your karma now awaits, and you’re the .
When you had vanished, then it was I flew
Toward a life away from hate, and you
Are left with him you chose, the wretched beast
Who on your anguish and your pain will feast.
I’m happy, always, living with a smile,
And you’re in pain, you hurt, and wish to take
Back everything you did to me. Meanwhile,
I write this, not for yours, but for my sake.
The words stick in my head when I don’t write,
And back me up, so now I put them down.
It is not that I think of your sad plight,
Though when I do, I laugh at your sad frown.
They say that which we sow is what we reap,
And so each night I drift to lovely sleep.
I loved you once, although I should have known
That you would walk, although we could have flown.
I remember my phone ringing loudly
The sun had only just begun to peer across the horizon
There was a familiar voice on the other line,
“It’s grandpa...”
I knew what that meant, even barely awake at 7 AM
But still, all I could say was “what do you mean”?
I’m not quite sure what I expected her to say, anything other than;
“He’s gone, honey"
But that's all she said
Although we didn’t say goodbye before you laid to rest
I’m positive now, that I could've never guessed;
All the words I might have said, while you laid there dead
All you are now is a memory, a fragment in time at best
But you will always be my grandpa, my hero
The man who saved me from the dangling edge
Life is full of pain and sorrow
Struggles today and struggles tomorrow
Grief, regrets and worries we borrow
But there is One who relieves all our sorrow
Chorus:
He makes a way through our worst days
Teaches us to give with love that does amaze
With hearts full of grace, mercy and praise
He fills up our lives with a Holy fire that does blaze
Life is full of chaos, toils and cares
At times we fail to see past the woe and tears
To the beauty of our blessings and prayers
Where we meet the One who relieves all our cares
Chorus:
He makes a way through our worst days
Teaches us to give with love that does amaze
With hearts full of grace, mercy and praise
He fills up our lives with a Holy fire that does blaze
Life is full of dread, mourning and heartache
Weeping that comes even before you awake
Leaving you with fright that is surely a mistake
But there is One who relieves the worst heartbreak
Chorus:
He makes a way through our worst days
Teaches us to give with love that does amaze
With hearts full of grace, mercy and praise
He fills up our lives with a Holy fire that does blaze
“Snowflakes are pretty patterns etched in a bride’s dreams.” By poet.
Theme 1
Silver snow fell silently on the spruce.
Delightful dreams invaded her all night.
She saw him there on the treacherous path,
All dressed in a fine formal tuxedo.
Despite the snow, the spruce and cold dark skies,
The bride walked elegantly and tall.
An aura of bright light surrounded her.
Her wedding dress was made of fluffy lace.
A fragile, bright veil hid her flushing face,
The groom wandered around searching for her.
And then he saw her clearly up on high,
With the fragrance of roses everywhere.
Suddenly, a mist filled the pastures green
And the groom lost his bearings completely
The sky, though dark, was cleared of intense clouds
She moved back, turned downwards, among dark spruce.
The poor groom was desperate and soon knelt.
Tears fell into his bearded face, now wet.
Above blazing stars shone bright like lilies.
His heart knew she was not to be his bride.
Placed 1
“It’s hard asking someone with a broken heart to fall in love again.” – Eric Kripke
I'll excuse you for not being ready to give
Your broken heart to me. I could see it bleeding
Right through your eyes. Its also in...
Your voice, your fragile smile, your body language
My sweet, I promise to give your heart all the time it needs
To repair, to beat, without skipping beats
I'd love more than anything to put a tourniquet
On it to stem the steady hemorrhaging
To make it smile the way it used to
For me, for the whole human race
Submitted for...
''H'' Contest, New Or Old Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Original Titie: Broken Bleeding Heart
Theme: Heartbroken
Date: 09/07/2021
Date originally written : 07/19/2019
You had it all wrong.
You were never a fling,
And there was never an ex.
You were his first—never a flex.
We warned him not to simp,
That it was a sign of weakness;
That men must never love,
That body counts matter more than a GPA.
We warned him
You would make him vulnerable.
Now he finally sees why.
We said he'd want to marry you,
And every word came true.
So, did you feel the same?
Now he knows
He was never the only man.
But was he the main?
Were we really honest?
Is this the true meaning
Of love is blind?
Must love make us blind,
Or are we simply blinded by it?
He rehearsed his pickup lines:
"You're hotter than lava."
"I hate my last name—can I give it to you?"
And you smiled...
Was it genuine?
He believed we'd never lie to him,
And we always warned him about you.
But mistakes make us wiser.
Even so,
He would still choose you again.
It's a brand new year,
only a few hours old
and I have hope
that it will be better
A clean slate,
without any new
problems so far,
but old problems prevail
My heart is still heavy
with my son's mental
health condition and his
unwillingness to get help
The heaviness of harsh words
from family members
who are sure I am handling
the situation poorly
Feeling lonely on this hard
journey because I can't do
anything to really help, yet
I can't stand back and do nothing
The feeling of powerlessness,
because he is an adult and
legally, I have no rights,
yet he carries a piece of my heart
That only a mother understands,
that goes with a child when they are
born and they carry that piece of
their mother's heart their entire life.
is this then my fate
watching the scurrying crabs
rearranging sands, counting the waves
the wary eyes of the magnificent frigates above
your eyes were to me
exotic birds of aquamarine
whose free flight
stole my thoughts
my breath
my heart
now i have a horizon
where the world disappears
the universe begins
azure is more than a color
how ironic
how often said
love is blue
herein are only remembrances
of shared happiness
a gentleman never tastes bitterness
in what was not meant to be
i had a professor once, well more than once
who explained that we needed
to reach into the depth of being
to write poetry
that sentiment was to be avoided
as some shunned member of society
a useless masked whore
this poem is my gift to you
not to impress a world i could care less about
but to validate the point
sentiment is the foundation of poetry
innate to the heart's wings in the quill
that fills the dreams within
or walks in mourning upon the beach
Fergus Falls 2000
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Tom Waits - "The One That Got Away"
Some people right now are battling silent wars too:
• Someone is crying over a home that is breaking more every day.
• Someone lost a job and doesn’t know how they’ll feed their family next week.
• Someone is fighting depression behind a beautiful smile.
• Someone is grieving a loved one they will never see again.
• Someone wakes up to violence, fear, or heartbreak and still carries on.
• Someone is stuck in a relationship where love feels like pain,
but they hold hope that life will be kind again.
Someone is battling with cancer or sick
Yet somehow — we are still here.
We wake up.
We keep breathing.
We survive storms people don’t even know we are in.
And that alone is strength.
So today, even with sadness,
Even with pain that still heals slowly,
I want to choose gratitude.
For life.
For the courage to speak.
For the belief that better days will find us.
For small joys, even if they come gently like a whisper.
To everyone fighting their own battles —
May you find peace.
May you find safety.
May you find love that doesn’t hurt to hold.
And as Christmas lights shine across the world,
May they shine into our hearts too.
May this season remind us that we survived what was meant to break us,
And better days are still ahead.
Merry Christmas ??
Be grateful, stay strong — you made it this far.
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