It is said behind every cloud
Their is always a silver lining
I am told stand tall be pround
Stop whinging and whining
Though quite often bowed
Down by grief,in tne momment-
l am redifining
Feel like another face in a crowd
But not the one who is shinning
To anyone thing l am devowed
Perhaps not always the right timing
No confidence to speak out loud
Perhaps my self l am undermining
Old idea 2014 came from a nother poem idea
Called skies limit just a play on words anotber introspection
(8 words).
New Year, happy vibe,
Cheers to our tribe.
Every cloud has a silver lining
In the skies that I can’t see
And those silver lines are gliding
With the wind that bends the trees
Silver falling down on land
Covering your garden plants
By your window I could stand
If I only had a chance
But those chances were quite slim
And we knew it though we tried
To continue our dream
And it still goes on my side.
Storms may come,
And rain may fall,
Shadows may linger,
Yet light finds its way through,
For every dark cloud has a silver lining.
They say that after the storm
there always comes a rainbow
but to the one who mourns
that's an insincere blow
Perhaps instead of a silver lining
You can look back later and see
the benefit of the timing
and gain peace and clarity
Had it not happened a certain way
or taken a hard left from my plan
I wouldn't be where I am today
and my current reality is truly grand
It was never easy
I was broken and emotional
A few years wiser, now I see
It had to be intentional
When joy was all but forgotten
Through the pain and long hard days
the good thing about rock bottom,
is nobody ever stays
It feels forced for a while
exhausting to get up
then you catch yourself smile
healing's one not to interrupt
So my friend, if you are low
please accept this bit of advice
I won't try to sell you some rainbow
but your efforts will suffice
I ran into a man who was mining
clouds for their silver lining.
And for just a smile, you could buy
an endless supply of good cheer from this guy
to keep the sun in your life perpetually shining.
Mortality
fills our lives
with meaning
Procrastination
the future’s
bane
Today is prized
tomorrow
questioned
The moment’s
treasure
— our souls to claim
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
Drowning was so easy aspiration had no cause.
All 'cause once it started raining then since only ever pours.
It's a spiral of destruction nearly out of control.
I'll keep getting worse willingly digging this hole
Drawn to mental illness like I'm plotting a graph.
Like the times I bawl my eyes out then maniacally laugh.
Cant say I'm concerned about the self that I'm losing.
I've always been worthless and that was of my choosing.
Another common mistake bland and run of the mill.
Cannot be called tragic when there's nothing to kill.
Don't like hurting others I'm in love with self abusing.
Comical a let downs never been so amusing.
Never really fit in even if I belong.
Least I'll be a great example of what not to do wrong.
In its thunderous voice, the sky spoke
"Let the rains fall upon you"
"Beware the hurricanes" ...the wind screamed
Electricity filled the atmosphere
Gods raised their rods
Forests trampled by mudslides
Snow blanketed the plains, and...
The deserts oases claimed to be real
Then,
Showing its face; the sun
Spoke in warmth...
"Life"
Let there be!
Combing through the carnage
Questions outnumber answers
Derailed if dwell on the details
Will we forfeit all our advances?
Easy to get singularly focused
On second guessing decisions
Better to not ruminate on regrets
Since the past has no revisions
Power in pivoting to the present
As a new path has been charted
Final destination still unknown
But in a better place than we started
May we be blessed whatever our age
no matter how young or old…
Not to miss the silver lining in the clouds
because we’re too busy looking for the gold.
Some days are soft and pretty, like pale lilac
Others - cold as ice and dark like charcoal black
While some days preserve your peace of mind
Melancholy takes over some, leaving you in a bind
Today, your high spirits might be serving the perfect afterglow
Fears, rage, and uncertainties might hold your soul hostage tomorrow
One day, you could be imagining yourself on the final stepping stone to success
Achieving that dream might feel like boiling the ocean on the next
But that's life - a carousel of perspectives and sentiments
Some training the novices, some draining even the toughest presidents
Here's where you remind yourself of how you made it this far;
About how many bad days you fought through without a scar
And how you didn't ever surrender - being an unsung superstar
So, collect these triumphs to build yourself stronger than ever before
And remember - you must live the bad days to love the good ones even more
SILVER-LINING
Cheated life occasionally yet it couldn't play even.
In life's sequel, I'm swivelled into a deep sweven.
Where's conventionality in a cosmos that's so odd?
Everyone that ever rocked my world
I've dexterously dovetailed into words;
Lyric, ballad, elegy or love sonnet occupies 2-thirds.
Every single trusted love I've ever lost
and that ignorance had collaborated with lust,
I've resuscitated in verse, stanzas & enjambment;
And ameliorated into memory or emotional strength.
Bathed in past disconsolation and the aftermath,
I've never & will never remain on the same wavelength.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rondeau Prime.
Copyright© December2022.
On a forest floor
the sky suddenly flashes--
a flood's parting gift
Often she is at the end of her wits
Trying to understand herself
Trying to understand others
And why,
She is a dunce at life
It is said, life can be thought of as either a success or a failure
It is how they will see it
It is how it will be defined
And at the end of her years she will try and do the same
At least that's what Erik Erikson said
And we all define it differently
By her own degree she feels like she is lagging behind
She can't seem to find the silver lining
Much less draw it
Despite the hearing of what she deserves, and something similar along those lines
So allow her to weep buckets
Maybe then it did bring some relief
Like breaking out
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