Short Recovery From...Day Poems

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That was a day of no postponements
No procrastination
No rain checks
There was no need to “think” about it
A day where no more advice was sought
No consultation
No intervention
The day I seized my freedom
The day the line was drawn in the sand!

Note: (Just a flashback from yesterday)

© Audrey Haick  

I promise myself
                                     shall try to read level best
                                            I missed earlier

                                          all poets' treasure
                                    storing building day by day 
                                         God's blessing upon









Requesting note:- Please no comment. Just read

© Bl Devnath   

You look over she has a smile 
But you don't realize the pain inside her
She laughs and plays til the day goes away 
Just a normal kid you would think 
But behind those laughs and smiles 
You wouldn't know she's a survivor 
From a disease that took everything but her spirit 
When people thought it was too late 
A miracle happen that day 
She made it through sitting in the hopsital room 
Behind those laughs and smiles 
You wouldn't know she's a survivor

© Katelin Barben  

How could I know,
that you were there but though
somehow I knew my mind had flown.
Perhaps we should have known.

The day before I sang our song
To tell you of my love .I was still so strong.
And then the pain came, in the dark of night
and I fell, brought down my chest was tight

My heart had gone and in one last breath
I seemed to know I was near death
But you were beside me there
Somehow I knew you were

You kept that death away
You gave your strength day after day

© Brian Terry  

i am gone
no longer here
no song
no fear
sadness
and madness
its filling my mind
i want to feel the rush
want the world to hush
want to be heard
want to be saved
everything is craved
i reach for the pill
for my fill
just one more time
just one more thrill
want to feel happy
instead of crappy
there is the rush
there is the pain
there is the picture frame
of a little girl
before the pill
before the day she was never there
before the day she died
before the day she ever lived

© Diana Americano-Sanchez