air-conditioning
turned up full blast still can't cool
summers lingered heat
Art.
A
Release of
Tension
squiggles make me smile, looks like dancing in ink
line sketched zigging or zagging on purpose, leave room left to think
eraser shavings from every Mark drawn. where your mind said,
"no such thing as happy accidents"
having learned a real artist,
makes friends with freshly painted trees.
whispers to the babbling brooks, as the water trickles down.
Relaxing under the shade of the tree that you just drew on your notebook
putting yourself out there with squiggles and zig zags
a
release of
tension
art
How sad do you think I truly felt,
When the rock struck her head?
She tumbled right over the cliff’s edge,
After all the blood we'd shed.
She broke my nose, she cracked my skull,
While playing the "best friend" part
All because I found a love
That she lacked in her own heart.
Such relief, isn't it?
F - For every thirsty throat in every season
R - Relief it gives like an oasis in a desert
U - Unlike others, it is served before and after meals
I - Irrespective of age, it is liked by all equally
T - Taste buds long to savour its each and every bit
S - Sugar or jaggery can be used in its making
A - An elixir on earth to serve on every occasion
L - Loaded with pieces of nuts and cubes of
colourful fruits
A - A rare feast to every eye it provides
D - Day or night, the more you eat the more you
want
Oak tree stands tall
Roots grip the stones
Sky it has known
Sun shines above
Shade brings relief
To men in grief
On firm branches
Birds build their nest
At dusk to rest
Storms it has faced
Winds rush and roar
It withstands more
Emblem of strength
It endures gales
Amidst the vales
Silent it waits
Seasons will turn
Lessons we learn
Vagueness
boundaries blurred
inviting the imagination
to find a narrative
a clarity to appearance
to draw boundaries
and apply names~
Stories pop up
with a sigh of relief~~
Up in the morning
Make your bed
Get your breakfast
Wash the dishes
Don't forget what you read
Take the test
Do your best...but it better be best
Friday is near
...Saturday cartoons
Weekends, holidays
Special occasions
The summer
Days where we can...
Snap, peel, core
Can...jars that never feed
Run with neighbors
Til dark takes the sky
...Sunday roast
Adulthood took childhood
But you wouldn't know
The body changed
But the rhythm is the same
Different playground
But we know the game
Submit, comply, yield
Never go against
The fence
...World's end
Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-16-2026
A fleeting satisfaction
A silent pain
You use this to cope,
Can you call yourself sane?
An effort to relieve,
A try to be okay;
A silent cry for help,
Yet you hide it meticulously.
Other times you deserve it,
Or at least you think you do.
A punishment for being you,
A pathetic comfort.
A tiny metal,
Slits of satisfaction;
Bleeding and breathtaking,
Deadly yet fulfilling.
Each day's solace
Is each life's too.
Ending's relief, panting for.
This hour breathed through!
Of mist, becalms.
Mist, vanished in!
As world-detached, coming back
To my senses
As myself, no pretences
Again feeling.
love, life, death, heartbreak, loss
trees, flowers, butterfly, moss
identity, life and grief
writing poems is our relief
SWEET GRIEF
A bee just stung me;
Stinging keloid memories:
I miss you, honey:-
Relief
Relief,
A time away from the grief
A moment of peace,
Even if it’s just a piece
Time away from it all,
When you can take time to play ball
Finally just care for yourself,
Even if it’s by yourself
Relief
do you ever have your contact bother you all day,
and then, just before you take it out,
it fixes itself?
that’s how i feel
when i’m
with you
***
we were almost to the end of our walk.
“i’m dissatisfied,” you muttered, avoiding my glance.
i wish you had met my eyes.
we could have both seen
we were both
afraid of
***
i dreamt that we lied in your bed for three hours.
you said, “you’re such a f*cking beautiful human.”
i tried not to whimper.
in your bed
for three hours
i told the truth
***
you almost told me last time.
your lip was quivering.
to a passerby,
our hug may have looked
a little bit
too long.
Hard work…boss a jerk,
took credit…for your work.
best friend…blew you off,
still has…your favorite top,
Traffic…had you late
for your…diner date,
the stress…has you mean,
get to…blow of steam.
Girl put on your best,
I’m coming to get you,
better than the rest,
Friday night, I‘d never forget you.
Friends with…benefits,
but we’re…more than this,
I hate…when you’re down,
a break…you’re allowed.
We’ll dance…to the dawn,
forget…the weekend long,
show you…I can stay,
and love…you this way.
Girl put on your best,
I’m coming to get you,
better than the rest,
Friday night, I‘d never forget you.
Said you couldn’t see yourself
with a guy like me,
but you keep on coming back
when life gets trying.
I am not the doctor type, we fly,
can’t make you a rich wife,
but we both now I’m the one
who lets you enjoy life.
First drink…glowing eyes,
on the…floor we fly,
it works…like a charm,
you’ll sleep…in my arms.
Girl put on your best,
I’m coming to get you,
better than the rest,
Friday night, I‘d never forget you.
Poetry soupris
Soupris being French for sighs
And we all breathe them
At different times in our lives
We breathe them in relief
And maybe in our sleep
Exhaled after we've railed
Against the nightly thief
Poetry soupris
Potato soupris served cold
Alphabet soupris
Spelled out in the bowl
Sighs of relief
Sighs that matter
Sighs of release
In thoughts that scatter
(Carole Landis
"The sigh heard round the world"
Only Twenty-nine
When we lost "your baby" girl)
Sorrowed soupris
During suffering endured
Godly suffering
Soupris when your cured
Soupris relenting
Served during your sentence
The sighs, the soupris
As we seethe through repentance
Now that the war is over
And you have traveled home
Awaiting and waiting
To breathe out this soupris poem
Let the soupris fly away
And all things al dente (to the tooth)
If this were the Seventies
I’d hope your needle finds its groove
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