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LOVE IS LIKE.........................
Love is like a pair of shoes!
Easy to abuse, or tossed in the trash when over used.
Love is like fire,
soon you'll get burn, or the flames will just simply turn off!
Love is like a car,
always finding ways to get it fixed, or searching for a better one!
Love is like a calendar,
changing days, weeks in 12 months, with resolutions never accomplished!
Love is like dirty laundry, you put it to the side!
Love is like a song, winds up all kinds of emotion before it ends!
Love is like a teacher, never appreciated!
Love is like dirt, easy to step on, or sweep away!
Love is like make up, easy to remove with tears!
Love is like a battery, draining all it's juice till it runs out!
Love is like a model, full of $h*t!
Love is like a Doctor, dumping hurting news with a cost!
Love is like a remote control, to many buttons to push!
Love is like the universe, confusing without knowing what's out there!
Love is like power, to hard to handle!
Love is like a fart, it really stinks!
Love is like a coloring book, scribbling pages to get it over with!
Love is like a flower, that will die eventually!
Love is like an egg, one way, or another it has to break or rot!
Love is like a shadow, it only happens with light!
Love is like a roach, waiting to get crushed!
Love is like a unicorn, does it even exist!
Love is like a heart beat, easy to stop!
By; p.d.
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I think I had to much fun demoting love.
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Love is like wow! if you really must know!
The quiet hush before the morning light,
Reveals the gentle promise of the day,
An epiphany dawns through darkest night.
When doubt and shadow tremble out of sight,
A golden thought begins its bright array,
The quiet hush before the morning light.
Bewildered hearts, burdened by their plight,
Find solace in the words so say they;
An epiphany dawns through darkest night.
The shifting gloom surrenders to what’s right,
In beams that paint the world in softest gray,
The quiet hush before the morning light.
We lift our gaze, our spirits feather-light,
While revelations gently sweep away,
An epiphany dawns through darkest night.
So let us greet the dawn, our souls contrite,
And bid farewell to fears that long held sway;
The quiet hush before the morning light,
An epiphany dawns through darkest night.
An epiphany dawns Poetry Contest
2/1/2026
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It feels like
cold water was just poured on me.
Okay, I’m awake now;
you’ve got my attention.
Are you telling me
to simplify my life
rather than take on complications?
So, remind me:
what am I reworking, and why?
“Your life, what’s left of it,
because your feet are glued to the ground.”
And how?
“Bury your locomotives and muscle cars;
you no longer need brute power,
clear away the thorns and sticky bits
plugging access to your soul,
sweep away dirt and ashes
left from other faces,
leave those boxes of doubt and guilt
in a grimy alley where they belong,
hide the clock.”
And then?
“It may be trite,
but give what you’ve made to those who will care,
paint landscapes that twitter and green,
watch the moonrise then sunset and moonrise again,
learn the language of your lover,
say goodbye when the time comes,
help yourself lean deeply into whatever lies ahead.”
Thank you for your visits to this motivational series. I appreciate the visits and comments. This may be the last of the series for now, as I take a break with other poems. Then, I may continue.
This poem is for anyone who has experienced, trauma, tragedy or abuse.
#9: Motivational Series
Healing Deserved
I know it seems at times, there may be no way out of the pain
Abuse and trauma can change a life, bringing spells like the rain
Sometimes the skies are so dark, if you are reliving horrible things
It may be difficult to hear anything out there that sings
The feeling may be that no-one could ever understand
It truly does take someone to stand in your shoes on this land
Maybe you’ve been told hundreds of times, things will get better
Yet, it may not feel that way even with a loving letter
All I can say is, abuse and trauma to anyone is so wrong!
Every human is worthy of hearing the beautiful song!
The song of life that brings joy, in that place you belong
I’m here to tell you, I made it through the darkest doom
Things that you can’t just sweep away with a broom!
But I am just like you, hoping for the best in life to be
At my doorstep, each morning with beauty to see
Whoever you are, you are deserving of love, safety, healing!
All of this is possible, no matter what it is you are feeling!
Heidi Sands
1/9/19
Hunger
As my youth approaches me so very quickly
I discover the desires of my flesh
It cries out for more and more!
The hunger for touch has darkened my being
The need for attention obtains me once more
My close ones impart only what they can
But I am never fullfilled
Just to grasp the love I seek
I turn to anyone, who will give me what I yearn for
Never caring of the consequences for my need of fullfillment
Never caring of who I hurt to get what I require
The hunger envelopes me and overtakes my judgement
So I seek the one who can cover my soul completely
The being that can stop my search for another
The one who can kill my flesh and sweep away the cries
Until the hunger is no more
By: Tammy R. Flanagan
Shattered pieces of glass bangles
Stepped on one and pierced my foot
The pain was not much as compared to
that which numbed my mind….
You were gone that day
The glass pieces fallen in array
Revealing the story of my shattered life
A dream gone askew….
Nostalgic times of picking pieces of glass bangles
in the school playground
To make, to design a beautiful kaleidoscope
Glass pieces stuck together on a card board….
I bandage the bleeding foot
And sweep away the pieces
Glass bangles to wear no more
But kept the piece that pierced my foot
A memory that life is no greater than a broken piece of glass…
We are never satisfied with a single kiss,
willing to explore and feel all that's thrilling...
as clouds slowly descend to shroud secrets.
Even night refuses to leave, it gladly allows
more time while dawn is steadily marching...
chasing shadows and stealing our warm kiss.
Nothing can put out the intense desire of tenderness,
no invasiveness will end the delight of our embracing;
we will not give in to threats and give up the last kiss.
Clothes blown by the morning wind seem rolling leaves,
ecstatic moans fill the bedroom, it's intense lovemaking;
if only memories could freeze the sweetness of secrets!
Sunlight brings back a reality so ambiguous;
immensely saddened, unwilling to stop caressing;
we are never satisfied with a single kiss!
Will time, in its haste, sweep away all secrets?
I Knew
David J Walker
I
I knew a priest
Who blessed the best and
worst of us
Saying
Go in Peace
But leave your burdens here
II
I knew a man who bore
His chest
And cursed the heavy verse
That tore his breast
And left him overcome
With fear
III
I knew the sound of
Distant thunder
And feigned the smell
Of distant rain
In dry wonder
And long-deserted days
IV
I knew the phrase of
Remittance
The key to every golden door
And who so swore would
Join the banquet
And thirst no more for
Wine from the golden goblet
V
I knew a woman who
Foretold the fortunes
Of worried patrons
Who burned their aprons
And locked their doors
Vowing this time no more
VI
I knew the tales of
Reconciliation
Leaving the burdens
On the steps for the
Priests to sweep away
In the mornings after
VII
I knew life when
The sun was burning
Hot
In the midst of a
Lush garden
People have the wrong impression of your life;
Seems you never liked your father’s second wife.
You let the prayers of childhood go unsaid;
Spent a humid adolescence in an unmade bed.
Your sisters always tended to their chores,
Then they’d have to find the time to finish yours.
While you would pick narcissus by the pond,
Thinking how you’d look much better as a platinum blonde.
All your fantasies of cartoon musketeers
Drape like curtains in the space between your ears,
As though to catch the echo of a thought
Before it can distract you from the shoes you’ve bought.
One should only wear glass slippers to a ball
If the dancing floor has carpet wall to wall.
Don’t tango down and down those darkened stairs,
Or take the clock for granted as if midnight cares.
Now the dirt that’s on the paving stone today
Ain’t the kind you take your broom and sweep away.
The Prince is busy looking for his Queen,
While you work hard to get your reputation clean.
This is no time to die
Surely the time has come
Surely the time is near
When God and his angels
Will come out from the things
Of this world we worship asleep
In golden glossy mummy cases
And sweep away the dust of millenniums
Gathered in an old world of sarcophagi
Overturning the worn-out pages of
Death scripts and gross materialism
This is no time to die
Which brings in a new reality
With the force of the archaeologist
Shovelling dirt from the tombs
And launching it out into the wind
Over the Valley of the Kings
Into the wind of a discovered reality
Of joy and blessedness and life