Like a bombshell it's killing you
The day she said her love was through
It's time for her to hit the road
With bags in hand she's out the door
You're left alone just like before
So what will help to ease the load
Nothing hurts like a broken heart
The pain remains the day you start
To dwell only on the past
Each day is filled with fear and doubt
But that will change when you find out
That broken hearts don't always last
All the tears you try to hide
The bitterness you keep inside
But that won't help just how you feel
You drown your pain and all your scars
In cheap hotels and local bars
Sometimes it takes more time to heal
Your endless days of misery
And still your weary eyes can't see
Life turning out another way
But then when midnight comes to call
Those bad times then begin to fall
To the wayside of another day
Categories:
wayside, heartbroken,
Form: Lyric
Who lies now by the wayside stricken,
sick of body, sick of soul?
His eyes are closed, his ears are deaf
to the somber bells that toll.
I knew this man now sadly stricken
in happier days when blessed by wealth,
famed for both his strength and valor,
his soul and body in best health.
He saved my kindred, then the stricken
by persecutions, death and war.
He bound our wounds and brought good fortune.
Why lies he now at sorrow's door?
Shall we pass by the mighty stricken?
Ingratitude, this world's poor loan?
Those once helped must now be helpers.
No man or woman stands alone.
Categories:
wayside, friend, humanity, sympathy,
Form: Elegiac Lyric
D-on't fall by the wayside,
I-n spite of the rugged wind;
A-im to reach your goal,
N-ever let your ardor
E-nd.
F-all not by the wayside,
L-et not your fervor fail;
O-n the twenty-sixth of August,
R-ow your boat and sail.
E-ven though it's isn't easy to go against the tide;
S-tay focused to emerge winner, don't fall by the wayside.
Categories:
wayside, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
By this wayside
Here on the verge
See humble pride
Floral calm merge
I walk pass here
Sense stillness clear
Beauty dots near
As silence steers
Watch beauty grace
Such common things
Truth wears a face
Feel peace now sing
Green grassy patch
Contours to match
Joy waits to catch
A profound batch
Glimpse of odd cheer
By wayside verge
Nature speaks clear
Watch joy emerge
Leon Enriquez
14 January 2017
Singapore
Categories:
wayside, beauty,
Form: Quatrain
Near the garbage, I did see
A sad, discarded Christmas tree
Wrapped up in a plastic bag,
A sight to make the spirits sag.
With Christmas looming, it seems rash
To toss a tree out with the trash.
I wondered 'bout the reasons why
That tree was ditched, with no goodbye.
Perhaps it brought some bugs inside
Or else the owner up and died.
It's possible, with needles falling,
A fake version found its calling.
Maybe two folks bought a tree
Where one could serve the family
Or someone, in a Scrooge-like snit
Just chucked it, saying "This is it!"
Though this is not my holiday,
It saddened me in some small way,
But not enough to take it home;
Instead, it did inspire this poem.
Categories:
wayside, christmas,
Form: Rhyme
That wayside beatific nook,
With a crimson seraphic look;
Silhouetted against a dying sun,
Like dying embers of a satiny run;
Every twig lunging an officious bow,
For a kiss of the pasture lain below;
Hark, the trill of the melodious lark!
Clung to the bevel of the bare bark;
A raised horizon owing to an incumbent brow,
Dwelled by the shades in a nascent grow;
That divulge the affair of that distant west,
Of the sun avid for a nightlong rest;
And sink to the deepest of the longing horizon,
Unmet, tho’ for an evanescent crest!
Categories:
wayside, beauty, creation, sun, sunset,
Form: Lyric
the wayside flowers I see when passing through
never fail to touch my soul
God's offering to me
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3/17/2015
Featured poem of the week commencing 12/11/2016
Categories:
wayside, christian, flower,
Form: Kimo
He found a poetry lines written by the wayside
They were lyrical pieces of elemental sweet ride
So he hurriedly did post them
To the holy city of Bethlehem
Before he walked away full of pride
Categories:
wayside, funny,
Form: Limerick
Ocean gales and tidal shift
Pounding
Basalt and sandstone mountains
Boulders
Rocks tumble into pebbles
Mighty trees
Uproot and splinter in Neptune's fury
Under my feet,
Crumbled remains of life
Ground to dust by the unrelenting ocean
Walking barefoot on tiny shards of glass
Categories:
wayside, adventure, introspection, nature, sea,
Form: Prose Poetry