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Laura Loo Poem
I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her arms. She never knew how much I needed her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her soul. She never knew how much I needed her. Between yesterday’s old coffee and today's bright doom I broke in half. My heart slipped away into the hell of her death and my mind created LOST memories. So many moments of despair she held, and so many times of loneliness I lived. Beneath the darkness of the moon I drowned in a river created from her pain. It engulfed me into oblivion and I shall never be the same again. Sisters need each other and I needed her. Life seems over and death seems so FINAL.
teardrops in her arms-
woe brings rivers of d r o w n i n g
DEATH by suicide
I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her misery. She never knew how much I loved her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her heart. She never knew how much I loved her. After the downpour of anguish I fell asleep. Nightmares of our final hug GOODBYE. If only I had held on longer maybe she would have felt more love from me. Maybe enough love to keep her alive. For she never realized how much her pain caused me heartache. She bled in sadness and I bleed in regret. No time to heal because healing is no more. Life seems dark and death seems so BLEAK.
one final goodbye-
not enough pure love from me
two dead souls bleeding
I s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her remorse. She never knew how much I longed for her. I s l i p p e d in a puddle and I died in her essence. She never knew how much I longed for her. Before she was born she was already gone. A lifetime of sorrow and feeling different. It was hard for her to be a lesbian. Too hard. RIDICULED and damaged beyond repair. No more light at the end of her tunnel and the lessening of sunshine during her days. It’s depressing to think about what she felt her final moments of life. Her goodbye letter was awful. Full of pain and too much grief for me to read. I keep it in a journal tucked gently away. One day I will pull it out and read it again. Life seems wrong and death seems so BLACK.
suffered from regret-
too flawed and b r o k e n to heal
sister’s forever
~She s l i p p e d on a teardrop and landed in her grave~
Date Written: June 21, 2016
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Laura Loo Poem
The day you died you took me with you,
The way you lied shook me black and blue.
The sorrow you felt, I sure felt it too,
The tomorrow dreams won’t come true.
All the good hello's turned into dying goodbye's,
All the to’s and fro’s burned holes in my eyes.
You thought you were so sly, but I always knew,
You fought so hard to die and knew I needed you.
Depressing mornings and nights of pure hell,
Lessening of warnings and sights when you fell.
Deprivation of your soul saving wonder,
Trepidation of your whole wavering thunder.
Heavy-hearted moments with stitches on your wrists,
Broken-hearted atonement with twitches on your fists.
Unheard thoughts engraved in your soul,
The third day I tried to save you...you lost control.
Forgiveness with a burden held on my left shoulder,
Impulsiveness when you're hurting, (I couldn't hold her).
Bleeding and burning and
living and dying....
Needing and turning and
giving and crying....
It's been five long years since I’ve rested and slept,
I try to smile but in my dreams even the angels wept.
Date Written: May 1, 2016
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Laura Loo Poem
Twilight evokes my tranquility and silence of the night,
with my peaceful guidance between the moon and the stars,
the placid eclipse in the universe is so calm and bright,
I play my melodies so gently on my acoustic guitar.
With my peaceful guidance between the moon and the stars,
there is a symphony shining through the constellations,
I play my melodies so gently on my acoustic guitar,
between sundown and nightfall there is a correlation.
There is a symphony shining through the constellations,
I feel a tune so vibrant with echoes of a midnight chorus,
between sundown and nightfall there is a correlation,
I see the paragon moon reflect equanimity before us.
I feel a tune so vibrant with echoes of a midnight chorus,
the stillness exclaims compassion for the world to see,
I see the paragon moon reflect equanimity before us,
Mother Nature has created nocturnal brilliance, so free.
The stillness exclaims compassion for the world to see,
for some the silence of nightfall seems so hard to find,
Mother Nature has created nocturnal brilliance, so free,
as the halcyon dusk sets, ready for the destiny of mankind.
For some the silence of nightfall seems so hard to find,
the placid eclipse in the universe is so calm and bright,
as the halcyon dusk sets, ready for the destiny of mankind,
twilight evokes my tranquility and silence of the night.
The Love Of Nature Contest
Date Written: June 14, 2016
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Laura Loo Poem
I sure even
love a cup
my Cuz' of a
hot on hot
choc the sweet
olate week tea. I
in the ends crave
cold I do the
winter like sugar
days. a nice in my
I need cup belly
the sweet of with
taste but coff some
only on ee toast
week or and
days. jelly
DRINKING HOT CHOCOLATE, COFFEE AND HOT TEA, BRINGS
REFRESHING MOMENTS OF SINCERE CLARITY. I INVITE MY
MOTHER OVER EVERY TUESDAY MORNING, SOMETIMES
SHE SHOWS UP WITHOUT ANY WARNING. SUNDAYS
BEFORE CHURCH HOT CHOCOLATE I EMBRACE AND
ALWAYS GET MARSHMALLOWS ON MY LIPS AND ON / / / /
MY FACE. FORGIVE ME IF I SOUND STRANGE WHEN / / /
I SAY I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THESE BEVERAGES, I / / /
ABSOLUTELY CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT REFRESHMENTS / / /
MY THROAT MAY START TO HAEMORRHAGE! I EVEN / /
DRINK COFFEE AT NIGHT BEFORE BED AND YET MY / /
BODY COMFORTABLE AND AT EASE IS MY HEAD. IF / /
I DIED TODAY I HAVE BUT ONLY ONE WISH, TO BE / /
BURIED WITH MY FAVORITE CUP AND CHINA DISH. / /
IF THERE'S ONE THING I WANT TO BE REMEMBERED / /
FOR IS THAT AFTER I DRINK COFFEE I ALWAYS WANT
MORE! WHEN THE DAY BEGINS AND NIGHT STARTS TO
FADE I'LL BE GRATEFUL FOR THE AWESOME SWEET TEA
I MADE. PLEASE ONE MORE SUGAR IN MY HOT COFFEE!
March 8, 2017
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Laura Loo Poem
A very wise woman once said I must write just for me.
Let there be no other reason for e x p r e s s i n g my soul-
For I have l o n g e d for this passion to continue for eternity,
and at my worst is when my journal seems to be full.
LET my pen proclaim my adoration for only my heart-
Let my verses s c r e a m my insight for only my eyes to see.
If there are souls who would like to t e a r my words apart,
then I shall sit back and let it go calm and quietly.
No other can determine MY worth as a poetess,
I am who I am and happen to appreciate my benediction.
Tonight I will s o f t l y lay in bed and sincerely digress
on the meaning of what my QUILL bestows without restriction.
I may not be famous or hold a popular moment in the light,
I may not be the best at every l i t t l e thing that I do-
I can sure be stubborn and I’ll admit, not always right,
but s e r v i n g my internal purpose I shall ALWAYS continue.
My pen loves to rhyme and my parchment loves my pen.
I have become a woman with whom has great worth.
Then please tell me why I seem to get so upset when
I am condemned for what I WRITE when feeling mirth?
I am a child of God who pours sunshine upon every word I write,
though there may be others who don’t see the value in every word-
I will no longer be losing any more p e a c e f u l sleep at night,
and I will continue to write just for me, EVEN IF UNHEARD.
*Dedicated to a beautiful and wise poetess who taught me to write for myself. Thank you sweet lady...*
Original contest: Poem of the Day
Date Judged: April 25, 2019
Date written: September 19, 2016
For the contest, Writing Challenge 4, May 2019, No Placement Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
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Laura Loo Poem
After the snowfall but before the lily blossoms,
you were this woman who left by choice. All natural decisions
made from a place of despair. Darkness consumed you as you
fell into an addiction with expressions of deep sorrow and remorse.
step by step by step,
taking steps-
foot by foot by foot...
Slower than a run, yet faster than a turtle, closer and closer
towards your oblivion. Into mysterious unconsciousness I
whispered...
"goodbye, my love"...as you walked away.
After the spring but before the leaves, I found you drained of energy. Completely exhausted into nothingness, and through it all, you still
loved me. Seems like yesterday we walked side by side;
you
me
the gentle breeze-
You need not ask for forgiveness, sweetheart, it has been granted
long ago, and before you were gone I already whispered...
“goodbye, my love"...as you walked away.
After the sun but before the rain, you tore out the pages from your
favorite book. You wrote it at such a tender age. Too young to
understand, yet too old to make believe. Big brown eyes,
wearing a ball cap on your head.
Smiling while hiding and running while crying.
I couldn't handle this defeated
hopelessness you wore
on your sleeves
with patches
sewn on
to cover up the burn holes...
I sit at your grave once again.
No tears, no laughter, no guilt-
I stood up and whispered...
"GOODBYE, MY LOVE"...as I walked away.
I wrote this during a difficult grieving time in my life. It had been almost 6 years since my sister took her life. She was always saying goodbye, and it was finally time for me to say goodbye and let go of the guilt and sorrow.
There's nothing like losing someone you love to suicide. I couldn't decide which poem to enter today. My sister led me to this poem, I can feel it (that is exactly why I picked it). This was written on my 1 year anniversary here at PS.
Written: September 27, 2016
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Laura Loo Poem
Lament of My Life Contest
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
~My Bereaving Eulogy~
Time seemed to pass so much faster than I expected,
All the love, loss, passion and things I have neglected.
How many times have I lost a special loved one?
Well, now I am the loss, I'm so delicate and young.
Thirty five years of the clock ticking towards my end,
I hardly had any time to catch up and make amends.
I was born into a family full of love so passionate,
strong mother and father, siblings so affectionate.
At times as a sweet little girl I was scared to look in my mirror,
too scared to see disappointment in conjunction with my fear.
Times of broken hearts and left alone, never to feel peace fully,
friends left and at times was attacked by bullies.
Most of the time I was full of daisies and sweet honey,
I was content and silly, joyful and pretty funny.
I was raised with love, beauty and constant protection,
with my mom I have always had a deep inner connection.
Bonded by blood was I, with my brother and two sisters,
siblings so potent, conflict and resentment was never considered.
Wedding bells rang and the honeymoon came and left,
many years I lived with a curse of feeling anxious and depressed.
But my husband, sweet Nicholas, saved me from my damnation,
so in love with his wife, who felt I didn't deserve condemnation.
Then there she was my soul saving wonder, a petite seven pounds,
my ravishing sweetheart, a wrinkly face with big doe eyes so brown.
In my twenties is when I almost died from my addiction,
I was defeated and abruptly damaged with out jurisdiction.
Death should've been seeping right through the walls of my soul,
My body took a tole, out of control, and yearned to become whole.
I have the Lord to thank for my bravery and recuperation,
I'll never know why He chose to save me from elimination.
The older I grew the more wisdom I seemed to gain,
I threw out all the jealousy, regret and constant blame.
Back on December thirty-first of two thousand and ten,
my big sister died tragically and I lost my best friend.
The horror of our last goodbye still haunts me every night,
why would she take her life and give up up on her fight?
My inner essence was shattered and my joy found regret,
I never gave my soul a chance to heal, time to reflect.
But the next five years was full of soul-savoring moments,
I had an opportunity for growth, sapience and atonement.
When I died, the loss of me, destroyed everyone I knew,
funny how I hadn't realized how much their love for me grew....
I was chosen to be born into a warm family. Devoted mother and father with more than enough love and peaceful joy to go around. But my personal deprivation caused my fork in the road to veer off and create my own twisted global destiny. What was my destiny anyways?
My destiny was to nurture my loved ones and keep my heart safe from the damage of what could've become my daily struggle. I was born to be a daughter, sister wife and mother....
When did I get so lost in the madness of separating good from regret, and distinguishing my happiness and my lower class confidence? None of that matters anymore...what is important is the legacy I left behind is in my daughters eyes and in her smile. She will always carry my sensitive nature in her tiny ten year old soul. My husband loved me so much more than I can have ever imagined. I know this for a fact. How do I know? Well, being with someone for twenty years is enough proof.
Regardless of consequences and in spite of wrong doings, I always needed more. “More what?”, I wondered. I longed for the satisfaction in my core that only me and me alone could provide. My sorrow from losses beyond my control has flipped upside down and now I am the loss for others. Their sorrow is unbearable. I can barely shine down upon them because my empathy knows what it's like to lose such an important person in my life. Now more than ever, I realize my importance in the world. I was born to love freely, and I died being loved and needed...
loss can break our hearts
life was my constant blessing
grieve, but see me smile
be sad, not for long
empathy can shine beyond
death can be a gift
~Date Written: March 8, 2016~
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Laura Loo Poem
The sheets beneath the shadow lights a spark,
for whence we laid down he nestled his head.
Our enchantment lights magic in the dark,
but so much is spoken with words unsaid.
For love can be given without a sound,
and received within the silence of night.
Freely nurturing with touching, profound,
nevertheless understood without sight.
Let us keep the secrets of passion calm,
yet exalt beyond the whisper of breeze.
Free from apprehension and busy qualm,
longing for our souls to be hushed with ease.
For as long as we remain free from sound,
our mystical romance will be unbound.
~28 April 2016~
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Laura Loo Poem
Beneath the sunlit sky I see your face,
and in that moment you reveal your touch-
I feel the way you’ve mastered your embrace,
and through the night your passion is as such.
Above the twilit moon I need your kiss,
I beg of you to keep my secret safe-
For when away your fondness I do miss,
and as we said we need our tender faith.
The way the spark is lit beneath the sheets,
reveals the gentle ways you swiftly trace
my body like a sketch down to my feet,
for in your arms is where I leave my lace.
Before the Lord made man you loved me so-
But now it’s time for me to let you go.
October 21, 2016
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Laura Loo Poem
"THE ONE WHO REMAINS SILENT"
visions of happy encouragement and
loving growth I had been seeking-
I'll never know his name,
but it's just the same
he was the first who welcomed me...
for he was writing...and- I was writing…
and we were both writing for the exact same purpose,
intentions to enhance our passion for writing;
he has inspired that purpose in me with
a gentle reminder-
“the One who
remains Silent speaks
volumes in his
words”
many thanks Sir...
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: December 18, 2015
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