Short Pits Poems
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When
we have
had enough,
and can take no
more-
at
this point
stop digging-
invite Jesus
in.
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All Peaches Have Pits
By: Tom 8-12-2019
Haiku
Life is like a peach,
Sometimes its warm and fuzzy.
But some days, the pits.
There once was a lady named Terry
Who's favourite fruit was a cherry
Till one day she bit
Down hard on a pit
Screamed bloody murder, quite scary!
There once was a lady named Terry
Who's favourite fruit was a cherry
Till one day she bit
Down hard on a pit
Screamed bloody murder, this Terry!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Burn pits veterans,
you stood tall in bravery,
we honor you.
The U.S. government passed
the PACT Act a few years ago,
and President Biden signed it,
to give you the care you deserve.
My military brothers and sisters,
many pray for you,
Welcome Home. ~
You dig
pit
after
pit
after
pit.
Then wonder why nobody comes around.
The few that tiptoe into your eggshell world
are only there to use you...
In greener years you were just another cutter
graduating to just another pit digger...
Blood or not, I won't dance in your self-inflicted pits.
I'll just sidestep the "hole" mess and say happy digging.
Life is like a bowl of pits
From in the cherries someone spits
And though there are some juicy bits,
There aren’t quite enough.
For often things go very wrong
And even if you think you’re strong,
You find it’s hard to get along
When hit with painful stuff.
I’m feeling just a little sad
Because of incidents I’ve had.
I know that life’s not mostly bad
But man, it can be rough.
Far beneath the sands of guilt
A new relationship is built
So sorry for the pain you feel
You'll never know my love is real
My heart I'd rip out of my chest
Thinking it would be for the best
So tiny and small they made me feel
Their hatred of me is so unreal
Never forgiven & never ok
Hating my feelings
For all that I say
My feelings, I don't
Know how to deal
Help me Please
My life is unreal
Form:
I'm stuck in a hole and cannot shout
To ask for help to get me out
Out of this hole of deep despair
I feel no pressure while I'm stuck in there
I feel a peace when I am on my own
My thoughts belong to me alone
The walls surround me like a glove
The hole does not allow thoughts of hate or love
Trying not to think at all
In the darkness of this pitch-black wall
I think that in this hole I'll stay
Until all troubles fade away
The outer expression of hatred comes from the depth of my past,
Eating the love shown and shined on me and captured by the pitiful memories,
Each day is mourned, never healing but pressing out the brokenness,
In the pit of my hate, the encapsulated heart beats to the uneven beat.
No one can began to imagine the pain bestowed upon me,
How my life was rushed to a standstill before the time needed,
Childhood stolen by the silent truth of this world's reality,
Never to be received nor seen again.