Poetry Form: Limerick
Sponsor: Joseph May
Date: June 14, 2025
A crow on a wire watched me cry,
He cawed at the clouds in the sky.
“You break, then you mend,
But the hurt doesn’t end—
Just learn how to smile when you lie.”
Into me
A voyage
To discovery
Oh what strength lies ahead
Ain't afraid
Ain't ashamed
Out there searching
Forgetting the past
So focused on the future
Where skies will never gray
I part ways with my inner demons
Cast them aside like I was once
A brand new me
In the flesh
Don't judge
Don't criticize
I'll stand here
Till you see all you are missing
I might not be the cutest
The most gifted
But I am inspiration
I am my own interpretation
I struggle and fall
I always get up
I will continue on despite you
I am everything you are still searching for
Perfectly broken till we mend.
Best way to mend a broken heart:
To fall in love again, make new start.
To mend a comforter have you ever ponder to be biases free---
After eight unique life stories, you will find at last, atlas, a recess to be cellular free
Btw,
Ozone and Viola will start from scratch again, to inflict punching or hatching, her three
Whence,
You will remember pascal, oracle and Miraculously miracle all are turning black
The Orion,
In Mid forties, you do not need nieces and nephews to play along face booking
Motherhood
You long for so long to genuinely understand ingenuity, that sparkle on dew drops
Pearls and petals
And prayer bids that glow in the dark, and you play hide and seek with a gone yesterday
They all, as they
Soar higher in voice over fading a far for a distant sound, as the sound of the pristine may
She never called my good name
I never heard my good name, too
They both called each other with so many, so others, bundled a soar, that does not matter
Anyhow, anymore.
9:14 PM
9-2-2024
While I sit here thinking about the world and our people, every people, from everywhere, all the differences, and similarities, the cultures and colors. We are so beautiful, and peculiar, a virtual cornucopia of variety. I think about all the most wonderful things we could be if we would just let go of our differences and put away our fear. The love we combine to mend all the broken could bring us closer to heaven, with its peace, love, and light.
Evey moment, cherish like gold
Regrets can't mend when you are old
A time wasted won't come again
Reminiscing will just bring pain
A time to shine may just come once
So waste no chance and dare to dance
Bitesize poetry contest
2nd place
Your heart is so cold
why do I even bother
trying to mend us
How Do You Mend A Broken Heart
*
I stand by your grave
Hands clasped before me
My breathing shallow
My legs unsteady
I summon every
Ounce of strength
To keep from falling
*
All the days to come
Without you
All the nights to come
Without you
How will my heart
Endure your loss
*
In hospice
We reminisced
You were comforted
By the memories
Of our time together
You were proud of our
Rip-roaring compatibility
And our never going
To bed angry
*
You held my hand
And said
Fall in love again
*
My smile was faint
I said
No woman is interested
In a man with a broken heart
*
With a mischievous smile
You said
She is
When she knows
She is the one
Who can mend it.
*
The sky’s painted gray
My heart is bruised
My mind is cluttered
But I have you
You mend my wounds
And organize my space
Light the way
My pain is erased
Even when sorrows and woe
Refuse to wander astray
You’re always there to comfort me
On my most melancholic day
What was once dull and grim
Now inhabits a vibrant hue
Your loving regards
Are that of morning dew
An angelic presence in this confusing place
Deserves a gentle and affectionate embrace
I love you
And that I will forever state
Our hearts are heavy with the world's woes.
It seems lies and hate follow wherever one goes.
Added to that, the unjust war in Ukraine,
and Earth's breath slows for she's now in pain.
Greed has spilled across our beautiful land.
Dollar signs seem all many understand.
How to change minds that have been made,
when counting millions that they've been paid.
Lies float through the air, toward the absurd.
Truth is out there, too, but seldom heard.
Some stories I've heard beyond comprehension!
But they succeed in adding to growing tension.
Some days I want to just give up on Earth.
It's then I turn to nature for mental rebirth.
How can we not try to save this lonely beauty?
We are her shepherds, it's our call to duty!
Is it a pipe dream to think we can mend?
or possible if our hearts can extend.
Can enough love cancel all hate?
We must give it a try--it may open the gate.
November 7, 2022
For Unseeking Seeker's "Rotate Conscioness Polarity" Contest
Read my pages,
Rewrite me, please,
Let it go easy on me.
Read my pages,
Feel the world around,
Lighten its weight on me.
Read my pages,
Still the tempest,
Bring perpetual tranquility.
Read my pages,
Go through my door,
Aid my strivings.
Read my pages,
Push away the darkness
that trails and interfere.
Read my pages,
Don’t leave me part way,
Walk with me to the last line.
Read my pages,
Traverse my world,
Glide with me.
Read my pages,
Shield the tumult,
That drenches my day.
Read my pages,
Disperse the gloom,
That infiltrates sunshine.
Read my pages,
Don’t just archive me,
Be pleased to rewrite.
September 30, 2022.
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 15 Poetry Contest,
Mark Toney.
A manual sewing machine
Strenuous but beneficial
It sews dresses
Two edges meet
And being stitched together
Passion and reunion in life too
Two hearts meet and stay together
It mends dresses
A hole in life must be patched too
Life isn't easy
Deficiency to be filled
Scars to be healed
Pains to be reduced
Misunderstanding to be unraveled
It corrects dresses
Corrections are made to life too
To suit your expectations and dreams
No doubt
Love, tolerance and wisdom
Are parts of a happy life
Resembling a sewing machine
For days on days now in our house we’ve thought of ways to save money.
Perhaps the rule should be only to spend when we feel the scratching in our tummies!
We thought about the sewing machine to mend and make do. This was value engineered when we found a pack of sewing needles too.
We contemplated the lack of wine would make us healthier as well!
The cheaper biscuits taste just fine but we’ll give these up, what the hell!!
Walking on feet attached to legs is a novice yet tried and tested means of transport, who knew?
It’s nice to live in sixties Britain in twenty twenty two!
We’ll give the PS5 games a miss and now a hula hoop will do!
What’s the point in V.R. Games when you climb and fall out of a tree for free?
I never knew you could re-use tea bags… perhaps not though with Yorkshire Tea!
Broken hearts turn into crimson roses
Meant to be held as prized artefacts
Even if they shall never mend
For hearts are as brittle as window panes
And none has ever been able to glue
A broken pane back together
Yet,
Broken hearts also turn into flying spirits
And allow themselves to be blown
Across the lands and over the oceans
If they allow not the closed minded ones
To keep them as captive roses in well secured
Gardens or in colourful vases!
But it happens that broken hearts
Meet with the one powerful enough
To create, in their midst,
Acceptance and thereby setting the ground
For healing to happen!
These blessed ones tend those hearts
As fervently as the devoted would pray everyday
Or as determinedly as lovers would fight for their beloveds!
Broken hearts then turn into magical elements
Being that which others want them to be:
Either a rainbow for some,
Or a unicorn for others,
Regardless,
As long as they would ignite sparkles
In the eyes of those who would cross their paths,
For,
Their motto would solely be:
To hold out a healing hand!
TIME CANNOT MEND A BROKEN HEART
There are moments when I think of my life’s
ups and downs, as well as the beauty and
splendor of wonderful memories and the
pains and sorrows that came my way.
Then I think of my younger days, when life’s
pains, sorrows, losses were quite distant
and how they started trickling in my life,
breaking my heart … how they hurt …
Those times were hard, those times broke
my heart; but somehow I made it through.
The times I spent hurting, I would also think
of the delightful moments I spent loving.
Loving the people who touched my heart.
Although, some are dead and some are
living; they broke my diminutive heart,
torn it to pieces or left deep cuts in it.
My broken heart never mends for this heart
of mine is very sensitive to pain, when
those old memories come in my way for
time did not heal it; it just dulled the pain.
2/25/22 Some Broken Hearts Never Mend Poetry
Faraz Ajmal
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