The pains of my pains ,
Was watching you lying straight
In that wooden bed
Whilst mourning with pain
I knew then
That your eyes are forever closed Mdali .
The pains of my pains ,
Was you leaving me for betrayals
In the hands of whammies and families
So is friends and my enemies .
That was the was my pain .
The lesson which left me with no gain ,
The scars compared none to Abigail.
I cried silent cries for decades ,
Hurdling with my knees
Griplling with my finger nails ,
But still no sign of you or hail .
The pain of my pains ,
Was you leaving me with repos .
Today , it sadens me when I see toddlers .
That angers me when I see mothers ,
This occupies my peace not
When I see others playing mothers .
The pain of my pains
Comes when it rains .
It is then that I see my shelter drains ,
That know it is the end of me,
Whilst neighbors are chanting .
That is my pain .
My pain that echoes everyday when the sun sets
And when the day dawns .
The very same pain that has no prescription
Nor a remedy
And this pain will take me one of the good days
Categories:
repos, death, loss,
Form: Rhyme
My lover is a little like the rain,
An element of nature I can’t easily explain.
When she’s gentle I feel blessed,
But when she storms, I get no rest.
My lover is a little like the rain.
Mon amant se sent un peu comme la pluie;
Un élément de la nature, je ne peux pas facile à expliquer.
Quand il est mou, je me sens bénie,
Mais quand elle les tempêtes, je ne reçois pas de repos.
Mon amant se sent un peu comme la pluie.
My lover is a little like the rain.
She’ll either choose to deluge, or just sprinkle her domain.
Whether drought or flood’s her goal, she always needs to have control.
My lover is a little like the rain.
Categories:
repos, allegory, heartbreak,
Form: Lyric
When the towns only tow truck breaks down, the not-yet repos have time to hide in the garage. While I am still stuck in the mud.
11/03/2019
Pithy Pome Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Maureen McGreavy
Categories:
repos, car, cute, humor, humorous,
Form: Epigram
notre objectif est-il la mort
la reponse a cette question je l'ignore
peut etre il n y a que ca de reel
datteindre le paradis et le repos eternel
de rejoindre les etres qui nous ont quitte
de rester pres d'eux pour l'eternite
de quitter ce monde rempli d'impurite
pour trouver une place qui nous est reserve
en nous quittant l'anne derniere
tu nous as montre a quelle point tu etais essentiel
te revoir rien qu une fois serait mon voeu le plus cher
en tout cas notre prochaine rencontre se deroulera dans le ciel
Categories:
repos, death,
Form: Free verse