Like a storm trapped in her chest
she moved in circles
footsteps restless
heart pounding louder than thought.
She had lived inside a lie
vowed to love through anything
clung to promises already crumbling
made peace with pain to feel something.
When dawn rose, it lit the truth
the smiles were masks
the kisses rehearsed, and yet, she stayed
not for love, but for the hope it might return.
She bled quietly
trying to piece together shattered glass
holding on to something
that had already let her go.
I read through my old poems
And my heartbreak is just words
I can’t even remember what I felt for you
Or why i was so desperate to hold on to something that didn’t even exist
I spent years pining
Overanalyzing your every movement
Thinking that maybe next time you’d say something.
You never did, yet i still held on to hope.
Until you gave me the light of day
And i realized in that moment
That you never wanted me
And I didn’t know why i wanted you.
See Me
I want, desperately, to Impress
Why
I don't know why
Hmm
I just, despairingly, want to Impress
I, sincerely, wish you knew why
Why, pray tell
So, interestingly, I may want to Impress too
Oh, my dear friend...
Yes, buddy
It, unfeigned, has to come from within
That, undoubtedly, makes sense
Sure, unequivocally, it does
If not, unwavering, from within
It, unmistakably, doesn't matter
Yes, but...
But what
But, dear confidant, if I don't...
Yes, you're on to something
Feel it from within...
Yes
And I, forlorn, strive to Impress anyway...
Yes, almost there...
Then, sadly, I'm not happy...
Yes, say it goddamn it
With who I am
Yes, I'm Impressed
*
Someone stole our best hound, he told me.
He is eight, and angry about it in a curious way.
Maybe he ran away, I suggested. Maybe no one stole him.
They did too! He argues.
How do you know?
He came home dragging the dog house they chained him to.
He might be on to something after all.
Black silhouette
One of the reminders that her child had existed
He cut it out himself after his friend drew it
She admired the imperfections of the cut.
Loved remembering how quickly Jackson had to do everything
Not caring if it was perfect, as long as it was done
So he could move on to something new
My Tenement is short and soft
Its rooms are bright but small
Windows here are tinted blue
There's music in the hall
A roof of light loose shingles
Seldom stays in place
Uneven wall are vexed by time
No siding can replace
But is warm and safe here
Where laughter shakes the walls
Loosening the mortar
So bit by bit it falls
I have this space and nothing else
Although I need much less
With all its flaws I love this place
Run down sometimes distressed
When soon my soul will leave here
Move on to something else
Then I shall surely miss this haunt
My tenement, myself
while walking
seeing before me
a rock sticking out
of the ground suddenly
i stumbled
on to something
that blew my mind
as if the sky wasn't blue
enough
Falling in & out of you
Holding on to something true
When we touched
You quelled a thirst
Subjugating love with desire
Throwing what I believe in the air
When we kiss
We set off solar flares
Blind & deaf to everything around me
Sensitive when it comes to you
When I look in your eyes I see the universe
Holding you sets me free
Dreaming of you
Thinking of you
You believed in me
I believed in you
The world is better with our love in it.
Letting go
Isn’t easy
A fight can cause a loss of life
Holding on to something
That meant to be free
Can only cause harm to you and me
Compassion means
Not expecting in return
Instead it is with honest heartfelt concern
A prayer is offered up
Without an ego’s disrupt
Give them to the Lord above
So He may choose a velvet glove
Bring me faith to walk away
Give me strength to this
I pray
Leave my shallow wishes at bay
Create more freedom
Which to relay
Little by little releasing that fear
Until it is made abundantly clear
This is not an end
Just a new start
For each of our human hearts
Like a clock that’s ticking away-time flies too fast.
Try to hang on to something and make it last.
Dreams are for the naïve and the undaunted.
Hard to have dreams when you're broken-hearted.
Give 100% anyway but you’re not getting anything back.
Got to pull your self up and get yourself back on track.
One day it will all make sense.
You’ll get your recompense.
Seen it before and we’ll see it again.
Sooner or later you’ll be on the mend.
At least that’s what they say.
It’s hard to believe it today.
Dreams are for the naïve and the undaunted.
Hard to have dreams when you’re broken-hearted.
At this juncture, we all are in different moods and states
One is happy,
another is sad
One is smiling,
another is crying
One is celebrating,
another is mourning
One is succeeding,
another is failing
One is rising,
another is falling
One is sick,
another is healthy
One is free,
another is imprisoned
One is born,
another has passed on
One's heart is rejoicing because it has found love,
another's heart is broken because it has lost it
One is holding on to something or someone,
another has lost hope and has let go.
If now all is going well in your life,
be grateful and enjoy the moment.
If it's the other way around,
stay positive, good moments are yet to come.
PoeticMonwa
The backbone of America is broken
But that doesn't keep her from finger pointing
In her judgment and her blaming
And all her self-righteous shaming
America once stood strong and tall
Clearly hands above them all
Too much pride can lead to shame
Tossing humbleness in the grave
America is walking with a limp
Tripping on the dark secrets she has kept
But all secrets eventually come to light
Have we all signed on Satan's dotted line
Has America lost her sight
Now that we find her justice blind
Finders keep and losers weep
Have we lost all humanity
America needs her mouth washed out with soap
From the words that she lets go
With much to do about nothing
She really thinks she's on to something
Can America get back on her feet
I believe that's up to you and me
Put a love brace on all that's broken
And stop with all the finger-pointing
INVITATION TO DIE
Pink Lady, I have loved you,
all of my life, I've loved you,
some things won't change and they're what nobody sees.
I feel the wind, it's blowing,
where I am always going,
I'll be the sunlight flashing love through the trees.
I've filled my life with loving,
giving and never taking,
living for others, in some ways never seen,
Pink Lady what I'm doing
is only more pursuing,
and only God will ever know what I mean.
I hear the forest calling,
sweet summer rain is falling,
Pink Lady there are no more things I should see,
life will go on to something,
though it has come to nothing,
all of my life I've reached for things that can't be.
Some night when God is speaking,
I'll feel his love around me,
I'll end it all and I guess this is why;
reaching the highest pleasure;
living the great adventure;
all of my life, is invitation to die.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
I never wanted to give up on you
But as time passed, you made it clear
That this was something I had to do
It makes no sense holding on to something
That doesn’t want to be held on to
I was so used to having you around
That I felt lost without you
Who would have known
That’s over time
I’d be better off without you
Now I’m not here to argue
And I didn’t come to fight you
I came back for one reason
I came back to thank you
D.Christian
Phil doesn’t go to church
but after midnight he enjoys
watching preachers on TV
swing their bibles in the air,
march across the stage, yell
about the joys of heaven and
louder about the pains of hell.
He likes to see believers sing,
raise their arms and dance
in ecstasy down the aisles.
They might be on to something,
Midnight Phil thinks, clicking
his remote and wondering
if they could be right and if
they are, what about his bones.
Where will they lie after midnight.
Donal Mahoney
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