GARDENING SELF
Fertilize your mind…
Dig away self-worthlessness…
Nature your self-growth…
I've finally found my path again,
Feeling inspired with paper and pen.
Building a future, a community,
Seizing newfound opportunity.
Lost precious moments to darkness and depression,
Feelings of worthlessness and acts of aggression.
I hit my rock bottom with significant force,
Then spiraled so much further than I should have, of course.
But like the Phoenix, I rise from the ashes,
I rebuild myself, I heal these gashes.
With what I create, I will make my boys proud,
They will know that I love them, they'll know the field I have ploughed.
* 'Me In Three' Poetry Contest
* Sponsored by: Julianne Williams
* Entered on: 11/23/2025
Molding a clear mind,
rake away self-worthlessness;
naturing self-growth:-
## The Feast
They gather in the shadowed corners of my mind,
A ravenous horde, their forms undefined.
Not flesh and bone, but whispers sharp and cold,
They gnaw at peace, and stories left untold.
Doubt, the gaunt hound, with eyes that never blink,
He sniffs at joy, and leaves a bitter stink.
Anxiety, the spider, spins her silken snare,
Trapping my breath, and tangling in my hair.
Despair, the serpent, coils around my heart,
Squeezing the hope, tearing my world apart.
He hisses low, of worthlessness and pain,
A constant echo in the pouring rain.
They feast on dreams, and visions bright and bold,
Leaving behind a wasteland, barren, cold.
They steal my voice, and paralyze my hand,
Leaving me lost within this desolate land.
But even in the darkness, a flicker starts to grow,
A tiny ember, refusing to let go.
It’s the will to fight, the strength to rise and stand,
To reclaim my mind, to take back my own land.
For though they feast, they cannot truly win,
The human spirit burns, a fire from within.
And one day soon, I’ll banish them from sight,
And bathe my soul in healing, golden light.
Feelings of worthlessness consumed Derek
Of course it rained today, ruining his last day off work
Drips and drops of disappointment drizzled down his dendrites
He heard his sigh before he recognized it as his soul giving up
Wasted life
An eaglet raised with barnyard birds
will never soar to towering heights.
Though armed with wings designed for flight
It will never reach soaring height.
Thoughts are like wings designed to soar
They’re active every waking blink.
But how you choose to use your wings
can help you cope with what life brings.
So many souls are trapped by thoughts
Of worthlessness and “Never will.”
The hurtful words that they were told
like prison bars, their thoughts still hold.
Sad thoughts trap those who are depressed,
these thoughts like weights, press on their chest.
Dark thoughts like clouds hanging so low,
seem bent on snuffing out life’s glow.
Self-centered thoughts ensnare the vain
and bind them with a galling chain.
These selfish thoughts leave ugly scars
and traps the soul within their bars.
When men with minds greedy for gain
and thoughts of wealth possess their brain,
many do things that are insane
to satisfy their thirst for gain.
If you do not control your thoughts
they will one day bind you with knots.
Let noble thoughts your mind adore
and they will make your spirit soar.
April 30 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 1Chronicles 5-6
Key Verse – 1Chronicles 5:20 And they were helped against them, and the Hagarites were delivered into their hand, and all that were with them: for they cried to God in the battle, and he was intreated of them; because they put their trust in him.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO IS INTREATED OF US
Praise be to God Who is intreated of us because we:
Trust in His grace
Thank His generosity
Teach by His guidance
Toil for His gloriousness
Triumph along His greatness
1Chronicles 5:26 Praise be to the Lord Who
stirs up our spirit for:
Service with humility
Separation along honesty
Sacrifice against haughtiness
Stewardship with helpfulness
Surrender that honours Him midst holiness
1Chronicles 6:15 Praise be to the Saviour for carrying us away from:
Worldliness that breeds sinfulness
Weariness that builds up slothfulness
Waywardness that braces stubbornness
Wealthiness that brags about selfishness
Worthlessness that is branded with shamefulness. Amen!
April 30, 2024
My
Leaders
Of social
Communities
Are indifferent.
Society today
Is lacking basic order.
A disappearance of our norms
Of people's high standards of living
Results in feelings of deep worthlessness.
Lizella could not control the broom she inherited from her mother.
It had a mind of its own, wanting to do always “the other”.
If she said right, it went left, okay?
It set itself on fire at the end of one day.
You have to behave! She said to the singed broom.
The broom laughed so hard, it filled up the room.
With guffaws and giggles, that made her feel crazy.
If she wanted to sweep, it became insanely lazy.
Refusing to help or do work in any way.
She could not believe the worthlessness of this hay.
Why did you leave me this? She asked her mother one day.
I thought it would amuse you, she said. Okay?
There's no self worth in living only just to put others down, only worthlessness
November 19, 2023 3:10 AM, PST
APC
he hides himself into an empty wrapper
a hollow shell that remained after the storm
where life once resided before the heavy toll
of addiction arrogance destruction hurt and
the combustive mixture of void and destruction
an all-inclusive ticket to stagnant displeasure
a homeless abode untenanted wreck
futile worthlessness vacant desolation
disconnected and detached he does not half fill
the cover where isolation has taken his place
and shielded nothingness evaporates from his mind
in which melancholy oozes lost hope
a sheathed vacuum with suction pump attached
portrays the only reminder of motion and living
he feels very little but pictures himself
as Dali´s warped melted clock
a time bomb disguised as a land mine
for good expandable measure of meaning
12 November 2023
A murder of crows screech my funeral song,
disturbing the eerie silence that surrounds.
Heartless hands have left scars etched into my crumbling bark,
as bleeding sap drips upon ivory sands,
which fail to comfort the aches of my collapsed torso.
I once ascended under sapphire skies,
as golden rays adorned my emerald lush leaves,
but now I've descended into dismal decay,
realising humanity has no use for me -
offering me as a sacrifice to toxic tides.
I can still remember the sound of crashing to the ground,
as men with axes laughed at the glory of my demise,
allowing me to slowly sink toward the abyss of nothingness,
now I'm helpless as ripples of regret carry me into the sea.
Alone and abandoned, above me is only dreary darkness.
I'm barely breathing, listening to careless whispering waves,
smashing against my soaked motionless trunk,
drowning me deeper in self deprecation.
Frigid branches begin to crumble and snap,
as I slumber cradling echoes of worthlessness
....Floccinaucinihilipilification is the act of describing
something as unimportant, or as being worthless.....
Floccinaucinihilipilification....how to pronounce?
flow can awe...see in hill of files of caution, and....
speech can awe what's seen in piles of caution, so...
just say lots about nothing important, and may....
worthlessness be thee point of the conversation....
stans sand
Propelling the will to strive soaring high
Midst inspiring words for celestial fly
Poetry springing from the depth of heart
Enlivens hope against worthlessness’ sigh.
Exposing realities of word-paint
Verily presenting truth without taint
Bringing enlightenment glow to the mind
Advocacy poems stir up with “Don’t faint.”
Creating vivid scenes for soul-delight
Indeed exuding bliss of love so bright
Uplifting poems hoist kindness to reach out
With friendship-warmth kindling fellowship light.
Midst liberty bursting out bounty-gain
Proclaiming serenely, “The Lord does reign”
Divinely exalting poems prop worship*
Beautifying life against woe and pain.
Along free verse or rhyme’s melodic flow
Driving toward spiritual go and grow
Gratitude poems expose faith in action
Praising God to radiate prayer glow.
*Psalm 95:6 O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the LORD our maker.”
November 29, 2022
4th place, "Poetry is a life-cherishing force" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 12/1/2022.
Searching for sanity but I’m not looking for profanity. It’s just too much inhumanity.
We need to spread love throughout the world and into the underworld and within the spirt world.
We live in a lost world. Recycled by the heartlessness . It’s torturous, and filled with worthlessness.
Emotions and abstractions of explosions which appear in us all at times, within our consciousness it’s ominous to the sound of our compassion. Darkens our heart’s. It creates darkness which surrounds us throughout enternty
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