Poetry is more than a feeling to me.
It's a path to express what others can't see.
It's what I feel when the glass is full.
What I do when I feel breathless
and want to feel whole.
The kind little girl is trying to live.
She's swinging her wings.
She's trying to give what others denied,
trying to feel which feelings are right.
Poetry is more to me than just art.
Even if ,the road is stark
the soft words of love coming from my heart
are always there, even in the dark.
It always stays,
won't ever break,
won't be destroyed
or ever be late.
It gives me reason to stay
instead of trying to escape.
Poetry is the love to myself
that I denied to accept
because I was scared
that it'd be taken away.
But no one can take the words out my mind.
The weapons I spit to feel defined.
The words I use to cut myself
and everyone else who tries to help,
because there's nothing I need more
than to express myself.
Thoughts can overwhelm,
but this is the tool to fool your mind,
make it believe all you write and rhyme.
Poetry means life to me.
He is the poems I write
The solace I seek
He is my reason to wake up
And my reason to stay in dreams
The reason I smile
When I wake up
And the mess in my heart
In which I am forever stuck
He is all of that
And a whole lot more
And maybe my feelings will never see
The light of the day
But loving him was not a chore
It was something I chose
Without knowing the end
Everyday
And the pieces i glue back together
After loving him is the cost
But they say
It's better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
slow wind blows through the afternoon
when its hot outside and i'm sitting near a window
feeling the surrounding silence
and its just distant sounds in background
the sun rays hitting the yellow walls
and its too hot to even walk outside
i look around, i look around
trying to find a reason to stay alive
Fortune telling squirrel was dressed to the sevens
She had things to tell us, that puffed some up to elevens.
She had nothing to say to my cousin that weird day.
We left disappointed, no more reason to stay.
It’s odd she had so much to tell the rest of us I said.
No one likes me said my cousin, she’s always full of dread.
She only lasted one week more, my cousin, Ilene.
Which might be what the all-seeing squirrel had seen.
2026 WHAT AWAITS US
BY ALICE MARAGLIA
I have to say, 2026 seems so near, yet far away
Far from the expectations of a presidency, that
promised so much.
I never did see the sense of giving away all that cash,
when my health insurance is now in the trash.
Pay down the deficit, we ask, while promising our SS won't be touched.
2026, What am I still doing here? At 69, I worked all my life.
Served my country, in debt up to my ass. I see no
reason to stay and see more of the same, Only if and when
I can lay down to sleep, will I embrace the year of 2026.
I said goodbye to family and friends, one after another passed
Sickness, or financial collapse took them too soon.
It makes you wonder, Jesus are you coming, or is that a lie too?
2026, Promises, promises, promises.
It’s the last day of school and everyone is finally becoming friends
While we all start to understand
Old sad sentiments
I’m outside on the soccer field signing yearbooks
Name loopy
Hearts scribbled quickly
And for some reason the sun already seems to be setting
Mason and noah steal a kiss when they think no one is looking
Samantha gives her number to callie
It’s the last day of school and everyone is finally tolerating eachother
After years of longing to leave
We finally have a reason to stay
Those old sad sentiments suddenly seem cruel
And evil teachers cry while receiving hugs
The sun sets on one last day that you will all be together
The bus ride home is bittersweet
You let tears fall as my head rattles
Roughly on the window
Its my last day of school nd I hope that we will still be friends after this drive
When I move away
Call me when adages start to feel to accurate
Or when sad sentiments feel too real
I promise to always pick up the phone
I waited for you to kiss me
So your love could set me free
Sadly you were concerned by looks
Nightmares aren’t only in books
Sure it is true that I am green
Inner strength isn’t easily seen
So my dear I am still a frog
On a lily pad in the fog
A Prince trapped for eternity
You Princess did not set me free
I would settle for just a hug
Instead I’m dining on a bug
Today I hop along my way
You married no reason to stay
A toad you chose that’s so absurd
Better looking that’s what I heard.
“The Double Swap Contest” hosted by Joseph May
I am a self made machine,
Told I couldn’t fail,
Yet told to have fun,
Told to be young,
But there’s work to be done,
When there's work to be done,
Do it in order,
Takes you off course,
When the time is thrown off,
Throws me off course,
When nothing is in line,
What throws us off is the lack of a dime,
When a machine breaks down,
They fix it inside,
When I break down,
I’m told im out of line,
“To be or not to be”,
As shakespeare would say,
To get up or lay down,
And work in this head,
Why is it so hot,
To break up or throw a shot,
Into this broken machine,
The machine I,
Myself,
Wanted me to be,
To be a machine is once in a day,
But when your like me,
You will always find a reason to stay.
How do we do it? How do we go on
when the ones that we love are no more?
How do we face it, when each day is done
and there’s no footsteps crossing the floor?
When the house is so empty, and so is your heart
and the silence can drive you insane
When the memories of love lost, are all that we have
and the night’s filled with nothing but pain
When your arms are just empty and nobody’s there
when you sit down to breakfast each day
and the tea pot stands idle, as now there’s just one
and there’s tears on the bed where you lay
And the days stretch away into meaningless haze
Because all that you lived for is gone
There’s no one to care for and nothing to do
and you can’t find the strength to go on
Old photos remind you of all that you had
that now has been taken away
and you know in your heart that you just can’t go on
There’s just no more reason to stay...
For what is the point of a hollow existence
Where every day turns out the same
and the pain never goes, because nothing can heal it
and the darkness just whispers their name
2/4/2025
Light has no purpose to me
I'm living here in the dark.
My future from this point
At the very best is stark.
The calling of my Dark Angel
Is intensely beckoning to me.
I fight to ignore its temptations
But its persistence won't let me be.
I'm doing all that I can to ignore
My Dark Angel's every demand.
The struggles I face are taxing
I cannot continue to withstand.
The persistence and temptations
Are proving to be too strong.
They are wearing me down
My defenses will not last long.
I'm growing tired of fighting now
Let my Dark Angel take me away
I feel this Dark Angel may be right
I can no longer find a reason to stay.
One day from this hell I’ll escape
To the hell of the lesser disgrace
I’m fed up with the country of apes
Imitating they are human race
Their antics are no more a fun
How the apes idolize alpha male
Is painful to watch, so I’ll run
There’s no reason to stay, no avail
However, the more decent hell
Is way too much overprotected
If you lack the most horrible bio to tell
Most likely, soon you’ll be directed
Back to where you come from, because
This superior hell is considered asylum
For the millions of seekers, and those
Who slip through and police never finds them
Between these two hells there’s a space
With a runaway line to the skies
There’s no promise if I get my place
But to find it I’ll pay any price
Though you can sneer: both hells
Is an overused, flat metaphor
Mate, I’m glad you can’t hear those bells
See, another one’s coming, and more.
Picture this,
It is a beautiful Summers' day,
And you don't want to waste the day,
Yet there are things to do inside that could spoil your day,
That won't go away,
Which needed your attention the day before yesterday,
You pour yourself another cup of coffee,
for your decision to delay,
Washing your cup brings another delay,
You shift the washing in the way,
And decide you had better wash what you will need the next day,
But forget to hang it out as lunch gets in the way,
Finally you decide outside you will go to make some hay,
But the sun is no longer in play,
And now the rain is here to ruin your day.
You go back inside and give the day away,
As nothing has made your day.
When doing something, anything, yesterday,
Would not have given nothing, a reason to stay,
On this beautiful sunny day.
Hands softened by diesel oil
Strengthened by daily toil
Scarred by physical work
Lie helpless while they talk
Softly of time and age and
The shifting of life's sand
The artisan listens sadly
Sixty years so badly wanted
Fifty nine years are granted
His life ends that terrible day
He has no reason to stay.
To the one who shines bright like the sun,
the one who brings light to my life,
He who made my heart flutter
And now is my comfort.
Whose smile makes me fall for him
Every time,
But he holds me firmly showing that
True love doesn't make you fall but raise.
To the one who gets me like no one,
May you shine bright everyday.
When we have so many reasons to let go,
May we find one reason to stay, everyday.
May every year be like this year,
Filled with joy, fights and happiness.
May u have whatever u wish for,
And in the end,
I wish to have you forever.
i can taste her on your lips.
the stain from her lipstick is
infused to the fibers on your
white work shirt.
I'm guessing the color is cherry red.
the scent of her perfume
weakens my stomach,
knots my heart,
takes every hope i had
of our future and turns it into mud,
blood boiling like shower water
you washed with to scrub her touch off your body
but could never get clean enough to
lay in bed next to me.
early morning, your gone.
you say its business
but you are just putting your business in her.
you say its nothing.
men have needs.
what about my needs?
exactly nine months pass, and you have a child,
not born from my organs
but from her.
struggling to put this past me
like i did with our first unborn child,
i have no reason to stay.
i have no belief in saving our marriage.
but still, i stay.
i am lost without you.
i am lost without the person
who shattered my heart into a
million tiny pieces.
i am lost without the person who
sold me tornado lies.
i lost myself to the person who
crushed my soul one thousand times
and without a doubt will go it again.
that person is my husband.
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