Oh lovely lady of ivory hair
How your pale skin shimmers in the day
How your hazel eyes compliment your smile
With teeth as white as pearls
And lips of a blushing rose
Your walk as even as a calm stream
And your voice as sweet as honey
Such a shame for a soulless shell
She holds such an untrue beauty
Her eyes as empty as a soulless corpse
Her smile holds only a wicked happiness
Her lips shoot cold truth only to disturb
Her walk has no elegance but holds only pride
She lets her hair display her envy
Dyed red with rage of rejection
Her pale skin shattered with broken innocents
If you see this broken woman wandering near
Do not ward her away
I fear she may collapse where she stands
Like a branch under unbearing pressure
Of being alone and unloved
Will liveliness find its way?
Can I see my friend again?
I ask such questions in search of answers,
but find nothing but afflicted heartbreak
when contradiction becomes aching past.
Forgiveness becomes a price
if woe becomes your regret.
I search for reasons to move on with ease,
search for amends from reparation found.
I must atone for the perplexed lost years.
I shan't seek unbearing pain
or things facing forlorn tears.
Stretched out before me is courage and joy.
I need repayment for wrongs committed,
wipe away my morose and disturbed fears.
I drown in depressed anguish,
intense grief and imprudence
can only cease when given one more chance.
I need to find peace of mind, but quittance
could squelch my agonized and intense soul.
My path's lapsed if it's traveled
too light with no warm regard.
Seven-Ten Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
March 6, 2018
I read your poems with bated anticipation
and little reservation.
They make me laugh, they make me cry
a few of you make me say "Oh MY"!
That's okay,
everyone has something meaningful to say.
Thank you for your sharing
even your souls unbearing.
Let me see the real you
and I'll share a little of me too.
I miss you so much,
This aching in my heart is so unbearing,
It feels as if my heart is shattering,
And the only thing that can fix it,
It seems is your words, and your deep, crisp voice.
I miss you so much,
I am at loss of words,
When it comes to describing,
Describing how much I miss you.
It seems like I can't live without you,
Because you are such a great friend,
A friend I don't want to lose.
If I ever lost you, I don't know what I would do,
I would blame God, I am really starting to doubt him,
He has taken Pappy(grand-grandpa).
My sisters(best friends).
Ashley and Tiffany Brown,
And it feels as if he's trying to take everyone I love.
I MISS YOU!!
Always~N~Forever, Briana Lynn Palmer
Dedicated To:CAZ
Scissors and paper cuts
gashes, slashes, and crooked ruts.
Thank society, you made me this way
Everyone knows there's a price to pay.
Burns and scars, brutal pain
mind anticipating compensating insane
Thank society, illogic persuasion is completely sane.
Everyone knows society can blame.
Darkened dreams, morbid thoughts
my body churns while my insides rot
society deems the unjust and unfit
this part of life i have to admit.
Eyes bleeding, flesh tearing
why are dreams sometimes unbearing
society forsakes what they fail to understand
if you agree, take a stand.
falling inlove is like an unbearing gift
you feel it but dont see it
you feel it warmth and the passion it cause
you might say your inlove
but do you think about what it means
falling inlove like an firstborn baby
it crys out for you to care for it
but falling inlove can be like death
you could die without the passion
falling inlove can be many words
words that dont have the real meaning
it can be just your mind playing tricks on you
but does it play tricks when someone toys with your heart
dying without love is like dying without a life to go back to
its the death of a person whos falling in love with someone
who thinks they love each other
I never understood why people always have to know what happens with me.
Was it because they cared? I can't stand it sadly.
I wonder maybe after all I am heartless.
I wonder if they will ever be day where I wouldn't have this unbearing feeling over my soul.
See past the smiles and look at this the windows of my soul and tell me what do you truly
see. Do you still see a young innocent child screaming for help or worthless girl who is dying
with no sound at all?
Do you still believe yelling is the best thing? Do you ever wonder what pain you are still
causing.
Makes me wonder in the end of the day who is the ungrateful.
Who always asks and asks but never truly gives. I wonder.
You make me wonder.
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