We promised each other the world
When we were only five years old.
But now that we have grown,
We will take different paths.
This promise we made so long ago,
Will it, someday in the future, become real?
And alone in my room,
I find myself wondering
About the reliability
Of childhood promises.
Have the poems of ancient times ever spoken
Of this kind of romance,
Worthy of the greatest works and novels,
One that might enlighten us, the grown-ups?
Because when we are five years old,
We promise each other our candy,
Nothing to do with the cycle of existence,
Just innocent love
That, with time, drifts away.
A lie rarely dies with the one who told it.
It lingers,
finding a home in the next person
who dares to believe.
Promises made too easily
leave strangers paying debts
they never agreed to carry.
The next honest voice
must answer for someone else's silence.
I've seen trust change its face.
It doesn't disappear
it just learns to stand farther back,
arms folded,
waiting for proof instead of hope.
People who were once gentle
begin to speak like they're expecting the worst.
Not because bitterness is who they are,
but because disappointment kept introducing itself
under different names.
The wounds no one can see
are often the ones that speak the loudest.
You hear them instead
in the pause before they answer,
in the way every promise is questioned,
in how they leave before hope asks them to stay.
Eventually,
anger starts sounding like wisdom,
and silence feels safer
than believing one more beautiful lie.
I will not make promises
For you that I can't keep
I will not be jealous of you
Because you have more than me
I don't need the things you have
You worked hard to get
The things you have
Also you collect some
Stones from the sea
I know that you are a sea lover
Also, you spent most of you days
At the sea
I will also treat you
With respect
I am not telling you lies
My dearest friend
I will not disturb you
When you are sleeping
Because you need your sleep
Also I am an honest person
That you can trust
I will not mistreat you friend
I know that you don't need that
Also I am not planning to lose you
Because, I need you in my life
I am so glad that you are
A part of my circle of friends
For a long time now
Yes friend you know me
From inside out
I know you try hard to please me
With your prayers
When we pray together for each
Other
In our prayers we ask God to
Give us
More peace and some health
Because we have no peace in
Our lives
AIso we are no longer healthy
The asking
A request
No answer in the Earthly sense
Maybe that surrounds
Time frame period
How long the wait?
It seems more like hesitate
Emotionally drained
What is thought could remain
Then a higher Heavenly reply
Granted in favor
Unseen becomes seen
Test of Faith
Passing Grade
Most high
From Thy
Connected and true
Promise uncertain in the human tense
Spiritually results came through
Nothing to do but lift those praising hands
Heaven is known throughout the land.
His hat sat
cocked,
toward his chin
like a swainish boat,
afeared in masculinity,
not coy; cocksure,
but rebuffing
the skeptical in-laws.
Sharp, his uniform,
raven-black, white t-shirt,
seriously buffed oxfords.
Did he even move his lips
when he spoke the script;
she remembers hers,
insistent on the promise.
“I do,” delivered. I doubts,
reserved past the honeymoon.
White the glare of the moon.
Spectator stars
keep their mouths shut.
An angel, with a sure smile,
rests her hand upon her chin.
She knows it will take a while
for claws to retract, to polish
their tongues. She has time;
they think they’ve none,
but they do “I do,” looking ahead,
looking back at the good times,
looking at future generations.
Hoping that the kids keep
their promises. An angel
has her eyes on them too.
We are swords, yet so silent,
Living on this planet.
Like birds that sing every day,
Telling us that the weather is bad.
I fear many things,
For the jungle is deeply disturbed.
Lions think they are the owners;
They rule the goats without mercy.
Hens are persecuted by lions;
They burn while waiting for the rain.
Peace is only a dream in the jungle,
And difficulties begin when we wake.
People pray for the night,
Not for the daylight that brings suffering.
They beg for help because
The elephants disappeared with their promises.
They abandoned the jungle like strangers,
No longer longing for their home.
Who will save the little birds from the lions,
Lost in the darkest part of the forest?
Only brave knights can rescue them.
Did you lead me on?
I had dreams you might measure up.
Was it really just illusion?
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AP: Honorable Mention 2026
When the heart is hopeless
Everything around feels so restless.
A promise is like a ray of light
That soothes the heart,shining bright.
A promise made,is an eternal vow
Nothing against it,the heart feels to know.
It makes one feel on top of the world
With blessings, one stands strong and bold.
When promises seem false and broken
The words hurt and split,once spoken.
The heart fills with grief and sorrow
The pain is deep,no one can borrow.
The hopeful heart breaks into pieces
All one dreams,at once,ceases.
The heart cannot accept the truth
That was a mistake of hopeful youth.
The glow and shine vanish at once
There remains no courage to take another chance.
Life seems to end with a broken heart
Everything seems puzzled... from where to start?
when promises
aren't etched in stone,
they drift away with the breeze.
words hold no meaning,
even if regurgitated
a thousand times.
with their pinky fingers,
interlocked,
he promised
he's all hers from now on,
after being caught
dead to rights sneaking around
with his paramour,
but the world knew
he wouldn't stay true,
that his word
isn't as good as 24-carat gold.
yet again, he did sell her
a kingdom built on blatant lies...
abandoned her
on the battlefield, naked.
the betrayal, brutal, cold
and cuts like a sharpened blade.
against her better judgment,
she exhaled on his latest promise
with relaxed assurance
only to taste
stinging disappointment and regret.
she's been made a fool of
once again,
but that was enough.
he'll never change.
the erosion of trust,
a relationship coup de grace.
the bridge of redemption,
of forgive-and-forget
burned beyond repair.
"What I have Learned about Broken Promises is Priceless." By Poet
As a young child,
friends would make a promise.
They would break their word,
followed by hurt.
The dating world was famous for this trick,
as boys loved to break their promise.
Did it make them feel powerful?
Maybe!
My dad was a very wise person,
he never made many promises.
Guess he knew the pain hiding behind words,
words that were unkept are friends with lies.
He would say,
we will see or maybe.
I knew if he had made me a promise,
it was guaranteed to be done.
So glad this lesson was learned as a child,
thanks dad.
Broken promises, broken heart,
Deep within sears the pain,
I trusted your truth from the start,
Instead you tied me to the train.
Drowned in the waves of feelings chained,
Like falling leaves, I am tossed,
Washed upon the shore, colourless and drained,
Unable to reclaim myself, my freedom lost.
Now every memory feels unstable,
I played by your rules, never fair or just,
Your words now just a bitter fable,
Now my life lies in the dust.
Smile and pretend everything is normal,
Laugh so the tears are disguised,
Withdraw deep within the abnormal,
All my dreams are denied.
How do I rebuild for a future?
How can something broken remain?
Can it be healed with a suture,
Or are feelings hardened by pain?
My life is stripped of all meaning,
Each thought pulls me further away,
No comfort is found in dreaming,
As I disappear a little more every day.
He
nourished
my soul with
his promises,
and like a rosebud,
I thirsted for the rain
of beautiful vows that fell
from luscious lips I loved to kiss.
His very presence lit up my world,
and for a while, I thrived in his garden.
Suddenly the sunshine sustaining me
became endless days of dreary gray.
I’m wilting here now, knowing that
nothing he’d told me was true.
A bee, he sweetly sees
new blooms as I die,
petals plucked. He
loves me; he
loves me
not.
Cool calm soft serene
humble heart of mine
aching being lone,
as crack was shown
on once -made promise.
leaving a permanent bruise.
My heart beats are to pulsate
in slow rate as I’m alive till date.
Not expected tragic end of love.
Surely I didn’t deserve.
Flow of tears to start
piercing crust
of my wounded heart.
Wow secreted from tears-flow
yielded pearl of dolour to glow.
Fractured heart hard to be healed
The holes couldn’t be sealed.
Dreamy desires lost expectancy
Me sinking in deep despondency.
He promised me to be back by tomorrow .
Years had passed, my heart is now hollow.
For that ‘tomorrow’, I’m still awaiting -
My heart is sweating !
He promised me never to be apart,
but walked away leaving my broken heart.
she has closed up her soul
tighter than Fort Knox,
no lover has been able
to peel away the layers
like an onion petal
her heart broken,
lifeless,
by your broken promises
of love and marriage
while you were away
fighting in the war,
finding love abroad
to occupy your time.
she was here waiting...
planning the perfect wedding,
the perfect home.
white picket fence
in the country.
rose bushes and lush lawn
with a long gravel driveway.
now she struggles
to crawl out of bed,
and focus on getting
through the day.
her vivacious spirit gone....
her glow gone.....
all that's left
are hollow eyes
into emptiness.
Promises are dubious transactions
made by lovers in their interactions,
often given by one without a thought
for affections of the moment, they have sought.
The naive, so often they believe,
words not meant really to deceive,
but spoken, in sincerest fashion,
in a moment of romantic passion.
Shakespeare said it and I agree,
"Neither a borrower nor a lender be".
The same might be said of promises -
we should all be doubting Thomases.
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