Messaged Poems | Examples

Away from the Wreckage

Holding up traffic
is a terrible pileup
on the interstate -
the opposite side also
is slowed by rubberneckers

Many are injured
while six have been declared dead
as folks wonder why -
cops investigate the scene
while sirens are heard wailing

flung far from her car
lies a woman and cell phone
which has solved the case -
messaged at time of the crash:
“I am dying to get home”

Music and relationship continued

On 2025.04.04, in "Music and relationship".
I wrote
"The thing was, I supposed to find a song,
Not to be given from someone.
This was the first time, 
It was strange and I wonder if it would happen again."

Well, it has not happened again,
And properly it would never be.
I had been playing Brahm lullaby
Ever since, but without singing it along,
And without JC heard the lyrics of the song.

Four months and four days later, 2025.08.08,
As requested, I was playing a song,
And as I played on, I felt the lyrics,
Suited for me to describe our relationship,
As I always do in the past to others,
I messaged JC about this,
Knowing him never received or read it.

"Hello, was it me you looking for?
I could see it in your eyes,
I could see it in your smiles.
You were all I ever wanted to help me,
To write my poems and sing my songs,
To travel around Victoria country towns,
Then Sydney icons' places,
And finally Australia and may be Overseas...
I know you never read this message.
Nevertheless, I write to confide
As I still remember you."

Sense of the End

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you."

The sky is as blue as the day we said goodbye
My heart is as heavy as it was when we said our last I love you
My taste buds taste something as sweet as our last kiss
My nose twitches as it smells something as strong as your perfume
My hands are as warm as the last time I held you
My eyes are as emotionless as the last time we texted
My body is as hollow as the time I realized our chapter was over
My memory as chaotic as the time we first met

But it's not as if I miss you
I miss the warmth I once I had for you
I miss the smile that had once been reserved for you
I miss the way my face lit up when you messaged me
I miss the feeling of being alive
I'm not calling you a mistake
I'm just saying...
I miss the man I was
The one who felt whole for a few seconds
The one who was starting to put his heart on his sleeve
But...
I don't hate you
I wanted to thank you
For showing me that there's more to me than sadness and guilt.

Revival

Revival


We humans wept for the revival 
Nothing nor time can be at arrival
Yet, the redshift of revival was horrendous
It often creeps the dream of wondrous 
Sadly, shirked the throbbing drums
Yes! The soreness after the bubblegum 
Thumps that messaged the wounds
Click away the silly sticky bounds
We, humans, sobbed for the curves 
And constantly impairs the scattered nerves

Universe testified the forbearance 
By passing phases of physical sufferance
We, humans, unable to speculate the fade
They rolled the unexpected blades 
Blades that cut and curse the embrace
And we kept shouting with space to trace
Time, clicks away the antidote for pure
And eventually vanishes the miles of endure
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable 
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable 

Newness wakes after a decade
Decade of dullness and bone headedness
Create the covering cure and activeness
Yet, unwrap the belief, yet unwrap the belief
We, vulnerable, we, vulnerable.

Loved, loathe and will leave

Early October.
I accidentally came across your message,
I dare not open it, after it caught my eye "Police contacted. You..."
What did he try to prove?
End of September, a note was hand delivered direct to your letter box.
I did that to have a closure and
To show you for the first and last time,
I could also be in control of the situation.
I loved you so much, I did not exercise it in the past.
I let you enjoyed it, then you abused it. 
I thoroughly checked with the Police, 
My message was loud and clear,
To accept what you have requested.
Police assured me, it was fine to deliver,
Because it had no threat nor harassment either.
You only messaged to intimidate me further,
As you always did with the use of your language.
It was not long ago, I crafted on the apple's skins, 
"We loved you, we loathe you, and we will forget you".
What have you done to my dear friend?
What did you do to Reach and Sent? 
Please go away, leave me and my memories alone.
You have done enough to our relationship,
There was plenty of bitter and sweet.
Goodbye, good luck and good grief.

Let go

16.8.2024,
For the first time, my heart sank
When my bus went pass his 2nd home.
In the past, it was either, 
I got off the bus to meet him or
Messaged him about my movement.
Now, everything was in silence.
I really don't know what has happened.
Why did he become so indifference?
Did I say or do anything, triggered all these unfriendly treatments.
BB, I can't put up with this any more.
It was hard enough not seeing you face to face.
It hurt more for being ignored,
When we shared the same place,
Please let me know what I should do,
And help me to let you go.

You walked into my life

This year, you walked into my life,
Brought me music and sunshine,
Triggered my brain's artistic side.
I loved all those time we were together,
Messaged one another via Conversation Apps,
Carried out the "Put lipstick on the pig" projects.
Repaired the rear boundary fence,
Assembled the coffee table,
Went shopping and preparing food,
Shared simple healthy meals of veggies and fruits
Listened to music and watched videos.

It was my pleasure to share with you,
My daily music adventures stories,
Traveled from MCC, MC to MUni,
The heavy weight on my shoulders,
Carried those fruits of your favor, 
Delivery to you at the front door,
Patiently waited till your second home closed, 
How happy I was to see you,
The moment you washed and munched those fruits.
Now, all that lives only in my memories.

NOW FAR AWAY YOU ARE

T'was eighty two wonderful years,
Before you departed to leave me in tears, 
My loneliness hearkens to the fears left by the hearse,
Even the harmattan couldn't dry my streams of tears,
Because I know now you are no more near.

You left through the corridors of November,
Twenty eight is a number I will forever remember,
It can't even be withered by any winter,
As long as the sun shines and the stars twinkle,
I will remember you even after my cheeks wrinkle.

I came out first under your big umbrella,
You rhymed my name and I became a Cinderella,
You left me on a path illuminated in high candela,
You decorated my life with beautiful chandeliers,
You poured wisdom full into my many tumblers.
Before God made all the angels your trumpeters.

Now with God your soul now forever stays,
Your demise messaged more things than you could say,
To your honour I shall live my days,
May God almighty continue to guide my ways,
Rest on dad, till we shall meet at the heavenly quays.

I flipped the script: Does it make it better?

,,someone messaged you", 
said the classmate I asked my mom before to go to birthday to watch a film through.
The hall was much more tight in the brain I drew, 
he was facing me with the phone in my hand and my mom standing beneath the door didn't sense true.

                          W h e r e  d o e s  h e  c o m e  f r o m  ?

*Michael*

showed big on the bright screen.

M y  p h o n e  i s  n e 
    v
        e  r -

,,regardless" and faced my mom.
Never saw a confronting scene.
 
,,this much? You really care Hahahha" 
He sent with a laugh emoji.
Responded to a message where I something like: ,,I love you 70.000," blah blah blah.
But I deleted 

a l l  p a s t  m e s s a g e s

lowkey, I also blocked, 

Emojis I always use are here keyboard prompet.
,,no sry"
I deleted it quick, my thumb.
,,as I would"

I left my phone somewhere put.
I know I left him on read because I still stood.
Blue two hooks.

Another day I dreamed about his.

He left

I wanted to say sorry and make you stay 
But you never gave me a chance
You left before I could have any say 
You never called, you never messaged 
I waited the night , I waited the day 

Over and over, I played the memories 
I tried to figure what I did wrong that you cast me  away
You just left while I stayed in your love and hate 
 All I ever wanted was our connection to grow in play 
I am relearning how to live life without you 
But all I think is about you, wish I could just turn this time away

Draw Add Wet View

   Blossoms line my laden descent 
down to the perked watering hole 
that plays empty theater, 
awaiting my creative path, 
a royal welcome -
represented by accumed variety and presumed clarity, 
of intentional therapy of renewed sensable youth. 

Periscope complicity is channeled by heart's stereoscopicity, 
Dryad/Satyr Satire, no dry ads, only wet views.

Season facets a wild cherry scent to your vantage point 
of attitude and beauty proximity, of dripping cues.

Draw the liquid curtain on the canvas 
of insanely intimate hues.
To a crash on the rocks of the mind-blown 
by windswept rescue chasing you behind a messaged massage, 
Baywatch, Oasissed Dunes and slow Djin mirage.
Nature is no stranger to being the muse, 
Rebel with a cause,
cause maybe this time you stay 
and snuggle awhile, sailor.

How Does Soul Enters the Heaven

soul said the journey of pain and love has ended, we all left our loved ones behind.
Even if I am going to heaven my memories are making me fall behind
Even if I am going to live near god I will always wish to see you by my side.
God was there at the back listening to him in hide.
what you left was nothing kid all was in your heart inside,
come to me let me show you the real side, whenever you fell behind in your life I was there to hold you tight.
 the loved ones were messengers of mine who messaged the love back that you gave to me even when you were suffering at night.
what you did in the world was karma of yours that was counted by the world but here you all are children of mine even if you are the bad one I will teach you here never let you burn inside
that's how I enter the soul in my heart what you call heaven and there is no hell beside.

Sadden I Say- I Have a Swollen Heart-

She walked from me alone;
Left me at my home, broken;
And yes I have a swollen heart;

In time and in due part;
I searched my abandon, thoughts;
She had messaged my swollen heart;

Cold and callous, heartbroken;
Misguided words screamed yells misspoken;
Whom am I, who are you to deny;
My purple heart cries melts;

Like an ice cube in the dessert;
Such a hypocrite;

Left me at my home, broken;
And yes I have a swollen heart;
She walked from me alone ;


12/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©

I Am Grateful

My faith uphold me, for whom I am today,
      A past that was not a bed of roses but full of pain.
     During, my abusive years, I did not fear,
      Because I knew my God was always near.

     He protected me every time, even when I almost died.
     Depression tried to corrupt my soul,
     I stood firm, in faith and was bold.
     In my darkest days, I received a vision.
    From Daniel, a beautiful angel,
    With a messaged, he protected me, when I was in danger.
    God heard all my prayers,
    He was there when I was in despair.

    Without faith, I would suffered from multiple addictions,
    Especially when a monster ex-husband get us evicted.
    On the streets I would have been with my kids.
    But my faith kept me strong,
    In front of Jesus feet I hang on.
    Now, I share my story to the world, using words of poetry.

Love Is Not Love That Alters

love has drifted and shifted from old days,
from daisies, roses and chocolate trays,
we fall in love, not after meet and look,
love is often through twitter or facebook!

her eyes were so dreamy on her webpage,
her lips so rosy they lit in me rage,
I fondled, kissed the pillow next to me,
dreamt with her I had a family tree!

I messaged her twice and got no reply,
good girls of that age I knew would be shy,
googled and Yahood, finally tracked her down,
knew exactly where she lived in my town!

that evening when we met, my love went cold,
her photo on her webpage was 30 years old!

Written 27/06/2021
Contemporary Sonnet poetry contest
Charlotte Puddifoot sponsored
10 syllables each line
14 lines aabb rhyme sequence with final rhyming couplet.

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