Your words they cut worse than a knife.
You push and you shove me around in life.
You yell, you scream but it's still not enough.
I tell myself, "I just need to get tough".
You never are happy unless I'm in tears.
Just how much longer, how many years.
You corner me watching me fall to my knees.
I beg, I plead... Oh God please...
Being sad
Isn't bad
It's okay to cry
Once in a while
You just feel like you have to sigh
All your problems just pile
Depression is like recession
You can't keep filling up a jar
Not expecting it to overflow
It can only hold so much
When you have to stop you'll know
When the water passes the rim
All your emotions will come out
You can't stop that on a whim
But youu can control if you pout
Don't be afraid of crying
No one wants you lying
In the hushed thrum
between first light
the first bird
the first mist's
touché touch on cheek
the world pauses
to catch its breath
to sigh softly—
like a mother at
her babe's first cry.
Written: April 29, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Constance La France
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"Quote: True beauty is a ray that springs from the sacred depths of the soul, and illuminates the body, just as life springs from the kernel of a stone and gives colour and scent to a flower. By Rumi"
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The springtime voice moves daintily in the air,
A silver sigh like dawnlight through the trees,
That wakes earth from winter's silent prayer.
It lures the buds with dazzling, perplexed breeze,
A mystic murmur, attractive as a rhyme,
that wanders down the meadows, talking to the bees.
Each seed now stirs, as though it recalls time—
a sleeping spark beneath the melting loam,
standing like hope in some forgotten clime
The hills grow warm; wandering winds bring home
The flocks of petals, gentle as falling snow,
Their hues light up every meadow and dome.
O Spirit Spring, whose translucent streams glow,
restore the earth—let every heartbeat grow.
petals flutter down
dewy feet
spring sigh sweet william
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~~
Young girl so brave
May God grant you all you boldly crave
In your silent mind
That keeps faithful bids well designed
Shine on like a star
Either at the brightest or darkest sky afar
As you strive of life
Be great and avoid everything of strife
Happy birthday dear
Six looks forward to many a great year
I can't tell if you care.
Or if you notice
ice cream bars left at my apartment,
hazelnut chocolate,
you said you didn't want it
Do you just want to feel
heat in your palm,
a push on your shoulder
Something?
in your chest,
in your hands,
the lack of rest, clothes full of sand
Am I just fun
someone you go to
when you can't sleep,
basketball, crunching leaves
To you?
a voice filling an empty room,
crossword puzzles, guitars out of tune,
bagels, gummy bears, sleep in 'till noon
Did those two seconds mean nothing
a handshake, caffeine to stay awake
movies, burnt popcorn, the flowers I gave
to you?
"I don't know what to say,"
a cold walk home, clenching my waist,
salt water, hope, streaming down my face
I have a headache
I've had it for the past three days
warm showers, waiting for
hours,
it won't go away
I can't tell if you care
like I do
a chipped fingernail,
I don't know what I mean to you
Like scenes from a romance the world passed by
When you came into view and Time stood still
As I sat agape, mesmerized until
Our cars moved on before I could say “Hi!”
Now my heart’s left with an eternal sigh.
October 27, 2025
wind’s soft s i g h
through fields of marigolds . . .
butterflies dancing
June was a blip a blink and a sigh
I thought we might be ten days in when I realized
We are well on our way to July
Summer solstice is tomorrow
Where did June go? She slipped in quietly.
Danced around with August weather.
Our low today in Kansas was eighty.
That was our LOW!
June used to be for weddings; May used to be for proms
Now weddings are in October; and proms are in April
If July is as sneaky and tricky as June it will be Christmas in five minutes
Time is racing past faster and faster as I age
The softest sound becomes I wonder why?
SUMMER'S FINAL SIGH
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golden leaves descend
falling softly, twirling slow
summer's final sigh
A sigh passed from her soft lips,
like ice cracking over the pond.
It was not for fear I trembled,
but for passion freed from its bonds.
A glance entreated from her bright eyes,
like a hunter’s horn across the fields.
It was not for pain I flinched,
but for the path I could not yield.
A caress lingered from her slender hand,
like molten fire on the plains.
It was not for anguish that I moaned,
but for the need I can't explain.
A warmth passed between us
from heart to heart and
through her hand.
When she pressed
against my chest,
I was lost before I began.
Sunset Sigh
pretend it was me and not you
in love. Cupid put down his arrows,
they were aimless, anyhow -
he sees that now. still,
there’s a beauty and a cutie
so Cupid decides to shoot
his mouth off. the couple turns,
a miss…what is this…what is this…
each off their rockers, rocking away
from dusk to dusk, wondering why
they can never find love. the moon
drifts, separate beaches sunset-sigh.
Cupid reminisces about the two
who got away…did he save the day…
two fish caught in love’s net
sent back to school, then all alone.
the woman says to no one particular, but
really to Cupid…pretend it was me
the man says the same…was love
really that lame…two arrows,
side by side in glass frames…
the ones that got away.
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