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angst, destiny, introspection, pain, philosophy, poetry, september,
My shadow flirts with the sun
As I caress the darkness
We are one and separate
As my shadow smiles
Anxiety suffocates me
The shadow will soon fade
I shall die
One happy, one not
body, grief, pain,
When pain hits hard, you might feel like your soul
is bleeding out, but there’s no blood to see.
Your body is the part that takes the toll,
and physically you feel agony.
Perhaps the pain goes to your heart as though
a knife has sliced right through it, or you feel
it in your gut as if you took a blow.
No cut or bruise is shown, yet it is real!
When both the body and the spirit seem
to reach their limit, tears are overdue.
You have to let those tears go! Let them stream
and carry out the bitterness for you.
An empty tissue box becomes the sign
that soon, and hopefully, you will be fine.
Checked with howmanysyllables.com
anxiety, dark, emotions, fate, grief, pain, sorrow,
Hope, A Little Remained
She walked the creaking floors of the rat-infested room,
trying to remember what tragedy had sent her to this shabby place.
Her heart felt the desperate pains, that lost love sends in aching waves,
praying her sleeping infant does not wake and cry out from its feverish thirst.
He paced the cold cell, languishing in deep misery, heart shattered,
each step an eternity echoing curses, a testament to his broken pride.
Although thousands of miles apart, he felt her loss, never-ending sorrows,
dawn would come, priest would take his last confession, yet Hope remained.
For Silent One's, eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late.
abuse, dark, grave, hurt, pain, psychological,
A GLOWING TREASURE
A glowing treasure of her beauty’s might,
attractive smiles of pretense to beguile
the fervid passion cast in darkest light
to please the eager touch of lust so vile.
A brittle façade hiding secret scars
with fairness shadowed by disgraceful needs,
regrets of past her fervent brilliance mars,
her semblance pacified by evil deeds.
Mischance to shameful acts of virgin sin,
her heart’s appeal replaced by frozen zeal
to hide aside an empty love within,
her morbid secrets never to reveal.
A soul a sacred labyrinth of pain
her life in tatters with her future slain.
23rd July, 2018
Your Finest 2018 Sonnet Poetry Contest, sponsored by Mark Massey
cry, deep, grief, pain,
I do not always stay on top of the mountain
The room is empty, tears produce no sound
The silence answered with deep thoughts
Grief feels like to drown in the depths of darkness
In my quietest and lonely moments
As the black chords in a sad play
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blessing, death, divorce, hope, life, pain,
No matter how distressing
Everything comes with a blessing
A bitter divorce
seems wrenching, of course
Yet through its crucible of fire
you can emerge inspired
Both legs blown off in the war
What's left to live for --
See what you have that remains
your whole upper body
and all of your brain
The death of a child so painful to bear
For the longest time you just sit and stare
No easy 'answers' to comfort you
but perhaps there's this ~
You're still here for a reason, that's not to be missed
Just That Archaic Poet
death, pain, sad love, sorrow, truth,
Tell me why, but tell me True-
Spare me the heartbreak of a Lie
I would lay forever in these meadows...
Forever, until I die!
To rid myself of all the Pain,
And the Sorrows of what I feel
To ease my Mind, my worried Brain
(Lord! The Cuts! I need to heal)
*Referring to my problems with "Borderline Personality Disorder"; many of us are "cutters"
angst, conflict, environment, grief, pain, pollution, senses,
The taste spread swiftly
around the room.
They pinpoint the doom.
A little old lady
Who's big on perfume.
At night, I w e e p, unable to s l e e p
(The day somehow passes in pain)
Alone with none to comfort
memories flood my mind
flowing out as dreams
built of gravestones
27th April, 2017
(Note: 'gravestones' counted as 2 syllables, and not 3 syllables as wrongly mentioned in howmanysyllables.com)
For contest: Form N - Ninette or Nonet
Sponsor: Broken Wings
abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,
The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes. Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.
‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’
courage, dark, death, dedication, depression, devotion, dream, faith, happiness, jesus, life, love, metaphor, nature, pain, sad,
She is the muse to her own sorrow;
She is the digger of her grave.
She is the painter of her ocean view
and every fatal wave.
She is the shadow of her Father;
She is the darkness in your sight.
She is the night without the stars
surrounding pale moonlight.
She is the music with no words;
She is sweet love without the reason.
She is your dreamer with submission
cold by warmth with every season.
She is your pet with cold intentions;
She is your baby scared and shaken.
She is the bold and pure- the lost and found,
She is a soul awakened.
anger, angst, dark, death, obituary, pain,
Obama drew his mighty line in the sand
Dare ye not to cross me
Assad replied in kind
Gassing thousands and laughing
A little Syrian boy has drowned
Siblings to weak to cross that mighty line
Salvation was the evasive dream
Father shall never escape the nightmares
death, funeral, grief, pain, soldier,
Lasting memories haunt a tearful mind
How distant the dreams that no one owns
Etched marble, another name to remind
Lay in silent fields of flowers and stones
To search for days that will never be
unearth youthful years that quickly passed
To stand in a field where soldiers are free
know their torment is over at last
Eyes flow freely at a stone so cold
Brushing her hand across a marble name
fingers tremble for a son she can't hold
years to live with the pain she'll claim
Handed a flag that eight soldiers fold
Knowing her son will never grow old
You had lots of fun
At the local where drinks flowed.
Night took you away...
One last breath in mangled wreck;
My heart aches. Why can’t I cry?
Contest: Tanka Tears
Sponsor: Rick Parise
Chosen POTD ~ 14th Feb 2015
confusion, dark, death, depression, farewell, fear, funeral, grief, life, lonely, loss, lost, memory, pain, sad, sympathy, me,
My heart was in such pain
I felt like I was going to go insane
I just don't know what to do
And my eyes full of tears that distort my view
I fell to my knees and felt the urge
My muscle tighten and pin needles struck me like a surge
My body was warm and with feelings so confused
My mind felt sadness had fused
I could not conquer my fears
I just sat down and fell into tears
When some close to you passes on
It felt like a warmth has gone
So I raised my hand towards a box that was empty with no tissue
I first was embarrass and had a little bit of issue
All my friends hugged me and said sorry for your loss
So now I cry in my bed and toss
April 14, 2013
Stefani Nicole Jeppesen
depression, grief, high school, loss, pain,
A light turned dark and gloom
Needing help but was invisible
Buried in the shadows
Dark thoughts consuming
A mission brought upon them
Soon to be completed
Warning signs not to be seen
Being warned but not knowing
Unsuspecting they fell
Into the traps of the dark
Bringing panic upon them
Tried to flee but failing
Terrified but united they stand together
They helped and supported one another
United till the end, but not to forget
Love the broken ones
death, loss, sad,
This despair is mine,
this seed was sown
The roots spread fast
their depth unknown
But no one knows
For it is my own
Bobbie Jo Price
abuse, anger, betrayal, depression, first love, horror, pain,
wrap your arms around me a little too tight
let yourself be the noose that ends my life
tear ladders in my tights while holding me down
pull a little too hard and drag me to hell
take my heart, its in the center to the left
its yours, my darling, take it right out of my chest
clutch my hand a little too roughly
shatter my bones and call me lovely
take me to the Eiffel tower, guide me to the top
hold me from behind and give me a gentle shove
rip my ribs out with your teeth, one by one by one
play them like the grand piano, show them how its done
lather your lips with venom, careful not to taste
kiss me until my last breath, simply watch me break.
and I weep
my heart is broken
in a few seconds it was done
I felt the life fading from her and she was so still
and in her death she was beautiful and utterly at peace and all the pain was gone
March 16, 2015
Poetry/Fibonacci/O, the pain
Copyright Protected, ID 15-654-563-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Entered in Any Poem #32 Contest, sponsor,
A Poet Destroyer
angst, dark, death, night, pain, philosophy,
Rudimentary medicine Watson
That’s what I say
Cures the soul, the bones and
For maximum resolutions
Whatever ails you
This swagger shall bring
Spirits to the soul
Yearning to the heart
A dance in your toes
If it won’t cure the sadness
No one but you shall know
Rumedicine my dear
No matter the cure soken
Your fears shall be less than smoken
For in the haze of the rumedicnes effect
You shall not have time at all to reflect
The final cure upon the weary suffering heart
Note: Dedicated to the inventor of a new word, or two!
grief, pain, sad,
Grief penetrates a person with untold,
pain and sorrow, a life lost, ever cold;
the puncture, the piercing permeates deep,
a thick mask hides the truth that comes in sleep.
I want to shout loud with booming screams,
memories and sadness swirl in my dreams;
I am empty, alone in my torment,
aching, bursting with sad disappointment.
On my knees, I ask God, when will this end?
When will this shattered heart finally mend.
February 28, 2015
Entered in the contest, Pierced, sponsor Rob Carmack, Placement N/A
dark, fear, grief, hate, relationship, sad, woman, women,
My soul pounds with rage.
This heart has been scorched,
by your burning words.
My soul gasps for light
By your hands of pain.
I bare the mark of shame.
Your touch has maimed my body.
My mind drowned out my screams.
Blow by blow,
Shamed so low.
Never did you know how,
Your hands of pain marked me.
Yvette Lisa Ndlovu
death, depression, devotion, loss, lost love, love, passion, sad,
Drowning is excrutiating.
More so in your own blood,
Slowly, I hum along to the
tune of my own death.
What else could a puppet do
Death is a treasure. Peaceful.
Life is torture. Unbearable.
Ashes lie where a bright flame flickered.
Choked by a diet of untruths.
My endurance is puzzling.
Maybe i was ensnared-
Inevitable isn't it?
To feel the ripping of a heart
And the extermination of young emotions.
The humming ceases-
The end is near.
His pulsing palm is
where my pump rests.
The fiction" I love you,"
sometimes seems so true.
Love is pain.
Pain is not love
dark, death, mystery, pain,
As a star to a child,
Far from earth,
Born in the wild,
Nurtured from birth,
By an addict within,
Leaves behind a mistake,
Forgiveness for her sin,
Sympathy she'll fake.
Disbelief arose the town,
Betrayed by their own kind,
Picture torn down,
No more body to find,
The departure was planned,
By an indecisive soul,
A printed story to stand,
The bones in the hole.
allegory, animal, bereavement, emotions, pain,
Shopping day arrives and the shopper
has in mind
A delicacy called veal she knows she
It's in a nicely wrapped pack its contents
She'll cook it just right with some wine
But there's a sad story behind that Plastic
A baby's calf's body not long ago was on
He had cried and cried where did mama
She had never left him alone like this before
Then they led him at last down that scary
His legs were shaking and he tried hard not
He heard the cries from the animals all around
He thought he heard mama as he fell dead on