Long Lost hope Poems
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His Last Olive Branch Went Up In Flames
he threw the last olive branch into the fire
watching with tears as the symbols, aflame
as the last embers of reconcile with her expire
into ashes of lost hope he knew he was to blame
he could love her till the day he dies, he does
but he knows the tree now is barren of olive branches
with her, as she sees into his sad eyes somebody else's
breaking his heart to see her sidestep to another's dances
he cries at what he had and doesn't have now
like the wind, her, blowing into him, as the sea
cascading waves, exploding into whitecaps that endow
her, as she rides his back onto the sandy beach only to flee
he sadly watched her become smaller in the distance
running, yet looking back at him, mocking his life
yelling words of sadness to him ... of no other chances
yet shaken he didn't want to believe he wanted her as his wife
his broken heart, on a slippery slope, now shrugs
of lost nights with her, lost words, time, coffee and no hugs
connie pachecho
2/8/2017
So many men who take
And in doing so cause damage and Heart break
To women who must put the pieces back together
They rise up from the pain
They start looking once again
In the stormy weather
For this beautiful thing called love
They rise above
The pain
With new hope again
Only to meet the same or worse calibre as before
Not realizing the drama that's in store
Men want their needs to be met
So they will pressure for it until they get
A woman's chastity. They...
Spend a little but expect a lot in return. They
Keep women as back ups for when they get burned
Her parents never told her about the nature of men
And how to be smart in dealing with them
How to be assertive and when to walk away
And how to attract only the right one to stay
So after all that happened why did she stay?
When this was clearly not the only way?
She lost all hope and was tired of looking
They all cause pain
The efforts of looking once more will all be in vain
The routine of hurt will remain the same
What she seeks does not exist
Therefore it was futile to persist
In the jungle where animals roam free
From atop the highest tree
A seed falls to the ground
In the earth, its' roots of life are found
The mighty oak was once a seed
An acorn with the instructions it needs
To become what it was meant to be
From the jungle floor it rises to become a sturdy tree
The seeds of hope reside within our being
In winter, there is the hope of spring
When there's drought, there is the hope of rain
When all seems lost, hope still remains
In this vast universe love is king
It's the reason for sunshine and rain
The reason why we're here is plain
The seeds of love dwell within all things
I should relax,
Instead, I'm stressed.
I got the blues,
I'm depressed.
It is like there are
Chains on me.
The lessons of life
Don't come free.
I find it hard to believe
The things I'm seeing.
I've lost hope,
Need to start believing.
I have lots of places
To go.
It's hard for me,
I move slow.
Can't catch a break,
I spoke
Can't laugh
This is no joke.
I keep searching for
Some peace.
Bad energy I need
To release.
It's hard to be
Strong.
Everything feels
Wrong.
I refuse to be thrown
Off track.
New mindset,
I'm coming back.
I'm battered, beaten
And bruised.
You could say,
I paid my dues.
Turbo1904 ?
Faerie was sad that she had lost hope.
It was on the couch cushion last night, she thought.
This is crazy. Is she kind of a dope?
This was said by a stuffed cat, store bought.
Hope was on the stairwell this morning the puppy barked.
Faerie found a giant caterpillar curled on the top step.
Hope left an hour ago, he said. His dance ticket marked.
I didn’t know he had a ticket she said, keeping up with pep.
Sure, hope always has a ticket, a goal, a thing-a-ma-jig.
Faerie began to smile at the caterpillar boy.
I knew that said Poinmeister, the puppy’s pot belly pig.
Hope slid back in and gave her back her joy.
Suicidal tendencies
never seem to be barriers
for the affection of the damned.
When I die,
throw my shoes up on that powerline
at the intersection of homosexuality
and the shortcomings of the Christian religion,
the place where animosity festers
below a guise of neutrality.
On the corner of iniquity
and the depravity that comes with appropriated acceptance,
think of the times I almost jumped;
fly high on my J's to end up deformed
on the pavement in front of the chapel.
Think of the sadness I hid in the tear stains on my mattress,
not to be confused with typical teenage skeletons
in the closet, but a manifestation of the manslaughter
I wanted to impart on my own sentience.
Throw all of the shoes of the broken hearted,
the worldly departed,
the mutually destructed
up on that power line of lost hope.
Let us finally feel the electricity you seem to have humming underneath your bones.
My mouth won't say the words in my heart.
My lips are too soft to say what is in my heart
The heart is filled with a lit of emotions.
My soul is covered with a dark cloud
While my tears filling my eyes.
I wish I could say something.
The wrath in me is compared to nothing.
Blood is turned blue and circulating anymore.
I don't even believe I will see tomorrow.
I can't even talk to myself.
I wish I could say something.
I wish I could say something.
My heart prefers to speak to my mind.
My body is loosing a sense of feeling.
I remember this, I was here before yet I couldn't survive the night.
My body is weak and numb.
My words won't express how the heart feels and the mind can not tell what is right.
My words needs tears to be understood better and expression of crying is nothing compared to what I'm going through.
Nothing interests me like being alone because my heart can tell my mind how it feels.
I go silent when something upsets me or hurts me.
I hoped that this never came to me again but nothing likes to visit my world like a dark cloud.
My happiness seem to be a threat but my sadness is everything that keeps me going.
I've lost hope in happiness because it doesn't lasts long.
My anger and my emotions takes me to a place which once existed in my life.
I wish I could say something.
What's the point of saying it no one will understand me.
I wish I could say something!!!
The bars are barricade,
Fears echoing in deep solitary,
Hold your ground in life's parade,
Hide in isolation for this is history.
My tender throbbing heart loves hope,
But she's packed and leaving down the slope,
No one is asking her to stay,
Not even the pope for her did pray.
I watch the streetlights flicker low,
While silent prayers refuse to grow,
The windows rattle with the rain,
And every night feels just the same.
If hope should ever turn around,
I'll meet her where the lost are found,
Till then I'll guard this fragile light,
And write her name into the night.
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People amble by in view of the placid lake
Mesmerized by horizon adorning scarlet
While not far from the Oak tree, I stealthily lay
Enthralled in musical repertoire of Blue Jays
As squirrels run wild in a purposeful race
And searching for food woodpeckers peck.
Trust me when I say they are no friends--
One by one they devoured my mates
And now here I am, the only one left--
Thanks to the kid who curiously picked me
And threw me away in callous disdain
Landing in a pit just a few yards from the lake
Still within grace of the golden daybreak.
My endurance burned in hot summer days
And resilience ached in stormy, rainy haze
Till cooler nights met dewy vibrant dawns
As resplendent vistas autumn witnessed
And falling colors floated in evening breeze
Burying me in cloak of fiery-red leaves
For semblance of warmth in winter forlorn.
In misery of wet, cold my core utterly soaked
As I almost lost hope of sanguine heart echoes
Until aura of life the young spring invoked
When my roots formed, sprouting new growth
And slowly I up-rose in a delightful world
Marveling rising skies of ruby brushstrokes.
April 24, 2020
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Flying from out of the eerie world of spirits
The Sphinx has come to crouch and pose :
'To close Pandora's Box solve the puzzle of Greed !'
Trust not Luck , nor Fate but work with wits ;
The fire of greed and desire plays havoc ,
Crippling the ability to seek content even in bits
And wipe out the artefact of divine replica ;
"Abracadabra " ,here is the only panacea that befits ;
Will Oedipus or Jason rescue the race , comatose
' Solve the puzzle of Greed to close Pandora's Box ! '
And find the new glow of hope that emits .