Don’t owe to you
Just because of you
Drew the figure
Don’t owe to you
Just because of you
Got in bloodline
Said an apple To
Its tree because, it
Told I belong to the landlord.
Constantly pulled in multiple directions
Demands on me from everyone
Time fleeing not my own
Drained... I'm but a shadow of myself
Before I'm pushed right over the edge
Need to retake control of the reins
Take a long deep breath
Find the strength to be myself again
“Due to personal reasons, I will be continuing to be myself.” – Unknown
AP: 1st place 2026
Your monologue put on pause
don’t interrupt to feed me more platitudes
~ listen or say something nice
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I owe It all to you
My Father
I am happy that
You created me
With you holy hands
Many years ago
And placed me here
On earth to live
With my siblings
Also your young children
Are now youth
They already lived their teenager
Lives many years ago
Siblings I am your older
Brother
I am going to die
Before you
And I know that you are
Going to miss me
Because I will be in heaven
Living my new life
And I also will be resting
In Peace
how much that we owe
is what we will have to know
then balance did show
You found me a broken soul
You didn’t need to know my past
You just lifted me and carried me away
Your gentle touch assured me I was safe
Your soothing voice was most comforting
Your tenderness was the validation of the
possibility I have a chance to make it
I couldn’t bring myself to look into your eyes
I was too afraid to open my eyes
In my confusion thoughts you were an Angel
Perhaps you’re here to take me up to Heaven
Away from the pain and ugliness that’s breaking me down to pieces
And in my broken heart I felt your spark of hope
You didn’t need to ask me for anything
Seeing and understanding who I was
You went about your way and cared for me
You healed me
You filled me with hope
You gave me a validation there’s much to live for
Now I can look into your eyes
My heart embraces you
I’m smiling for you
And
I suppose I owe you a million of thanks
Akkina
8/8/23
POTD 8/10/23
Hello poets, been a bit.
I know now why I'm always mad
It's a little deeper than just hating my dad
or the beautiful family that I never had
The inferno that burns within
Fueled by rage and deception
Was lit by my own obsession
Yearning for your affection
begging for your acceptance
Following the humiliation of rejection
The falling short of expectation
I am the product of your creation
Weak-minded and lost in duration
Thus born my soul of hatred
Not long after my heart cringed
With madness and revenge
The knowledge I must possess
Is simply too much to confess
So in your interest it would be best
to go ahead and put me to rest
For it was you that made this mess
Yes I know my story is sad
But it's the only life I ever had
Now do you see why I'm always so mad
Yeah maybe I was too hard on my dad
So long ago
Choices were made
Words were spoken
Bold they were
But not to the point
Hurt they caused
Straight to the heart
Knocked you down
I wish i could take them all back
I took that love
Stomped it in the ground
Took all your caring for granted
Misunderstood your concerns
I never considered your feelings
Treated you like someone i should not have
My love for you is true
Someday i pray you see
All this change is first for me and all for us
I ask for for just one more chance to prove this change
Is real
No more broken promises
No more mistreatment
You are the axis that keeps my world spinning
You are the foundation for all that is strong in our life
Forever grateful to you and truly sorry for this pain i caused.
What do I owe to you,
Beloved,
Who loved me once all night?
You never gave my soul two wings,
Nor sang to me your songs.
Sighing oh, to her I loved above,
Everyone naught else.
And you who loved me then not now,
I once knew her fitted gate;
That led through heaven, it's tall walls.
LET US RISE FROM THE FALL
In the beginning, on this brand new earth,
Before there was need of a new rebirth,
Adam and Eve in their innocence stood
With power of choice to do what they would.
We know of their choice and how they did fall.
We know God loved them and gave them His all.
He sent us His Son from heaven above,
How can we ever repay for such love,
We owe our Creator a debt we can't pay.
He is willing to change us in a wonderful way,
To make us like Jesus unselfish and true.
Yet in all this, we make our own choice too.
Why do so many choose a world that's lost,
When truly it is nothing but evil and dross?
When the God who redeemed us offers us all,
A glorious future, in spite of our fall.
Such love should shame us and restrain us from sin,
And yearn to know Jesus, let Him dwell within.
The life that He promises to one and to all
Should cause us to answer His dear loving call.
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Life you owe us joy
Owe us love you sowed-
In your deep mortal ploy,
As if to hate we are endowed.
You toung kissed our souls
With insipid affection of fear
Breath of death in our nose
Whispering pain for us to hear.
You owe us what you gave others
Propensity to headway a fanthom
And be proud future fathers whose-
Success be our kids anthem.
Sure life you owe us more-
Than sunshine to a bushy green,
But mother to the son she bore
Indivisible like allele gene.
Life, fill that chasm with flaxen
Fairness that picks none to be chosen
Pay that debt you owe.
I owe it all to my mother ,
who held me on chord light as feather
I owe it all to my mother ,
who nurtured me like a hoer
I owe it all to my mother
who's kind ,polite and sober
I owe it all to my mother
Who is a teacher ,nurse and counselor
I owe it all to my mother
Who gifted me a wacky brother
I owe it all to my mother
to make us live together
I owe it all to my mother,
who stood with me all those nights I did suffer,
I owe it all to my mother,
who went through tough grueling weather,
I owe it all to my mother,
who is as powerful as victor
I owe it all to my mother,
If I searched globe, can't find another.
for two years i expressed misery in poetry
who knew why and what had ate at me
my depression deep rooted in mystery
changing who i was most apparently
then repressed memories started showing me
mist which hid my history lifted for clarity
because i wrote my feelings down
my head cleared up and knots were not
it was the hope behind the cloud
I said with fear I'd lost the plot
poetry kept me sane
released the pain
cleared up the brain
poetry made me again
All I want to share is that,
You have educated me,
Unlike anybody else.
Standing strong I accept,
Hard work and corrections will give me success.
The sun is blazing torridly,
And the wind piping drearily,
I'm about to lose my mind,
Because I'm running out of time.
Battling with the winnowed tastes of the ages,
One can see the dimness of my sealed eye and soul,
I'm no longer fluent as a rill, that wanders silver-footed down a hill,
Because I'm swept off the field of battle like a monsoon.
I'm almost kicking the bucket with Idle hopes, like empty shadows,
Maybe I'm going home for the last time,
Looking pale and grave as a sculptured nun,
But I wish to survive.
The breathless hours like phantoms should disappear,
These evanescent words shouldn't snap like a whip-lash,
Because they are painted sharp as pang,
Till death like sleep might steal on me.
Until then, I'm giving the world the best of my poeticalness,
That's all I owe.
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