Alas, you do not know me at all. You think you do, and shame on you for it. We've been by this time and again, you and I. Will you ever cease?
Of all those who run me down.. You, oh it is you who have done it best. My hope you know.. And I know you know, is that you'll see you for you.
You've partaken my hospitality, the bread of my table you supped and were it not for such civilities I'd have shed you years ago.
You who have slept below my roof, shared my homes warmth, enjoyed the pleasure of my time. You of all who repay kindness with harsh criticism.
You interject when friends compliment me, you discredit all their words. And as a thief, you would rob me of simple joys and dignity.
You patronize me and whisper seeds of discord within my thoughts. You've been lurking all the while, in my discomfort you take pride.
I'm done with you, You have nothing left I wish to hear. In fact, I'm quite done talking back at you.... within this bathroom mirror.
Copyright © Jesse Zerlaut | Year Posted 2017
As they said their last goodbye he asked,
"Was it when we stopped being lovers that made our marriage end?"
"No." she said smiling tenderly.
"!t was when we stopped being friends."
Copyright © Jim Yerman | Year Posted 2018
I have a secret happy place that's deep inside my head,
It's where I like to visit every night when I'm in bed.
I travel there by boat, the sail flaps gently on the mast,
The ocean shines a million shades of blue, the sky is vast.
My happy place appears on the horizon far away.
I land my boat upon the beach, the palm trees sigh and sway.
The sand between my naked toes is talcum powder soft,
And seabirds greet me, singing loud while soaring up aloft.
I watch the ocean push its white-tipped waves toward the shore,
And listen as each wave collides with beach then is no more.
I'm quite alone on this small isle, nobody else around,
No Friday footprints in the sand to spoil what I have found.
My island paradise soothes each and every body ache,
And sweeps away the pain and angst the daytime strove to make
So I drift away, serene and calm, my body free of stress,
And off to sleep I travel filled with joy and happiness.
Copyright © John Wilmore | Year Posted 2024
Have you ever had no food to eat .
Have you ever had nothing to put on your feet
Have you ever had clothes that were torn
Have you ever had no way to keep you warm
Have you ever begged for salvation to come
Have you ever cried out for your mum
Would you ever admit that this is true.
Would I ever yes I DO....
Copyright © Paul White | Year Posted 2023
I like to think as Shakespeare did,
"that all the world's a stage".
And through our life, we play many parts,
when one ends, we just turn the page.
Some parts we choose ourselves.
The others, we are given,
by one who knows our fate,
but keeps the ending hidden.
Maybe things are all laid out,
about the parts we are to play.
And the scripts have all been written,
each specific for the role cast today.
There are no dress rehearsals,
No cue cards to read.
You only get one performance,
and that is the role that you play the lead.
Copyright © Sandra L. Weiss | Year Posted 2018
Flying high
I am not sure about the theme
but this is one I know.
So, I shall write about a dream
I had not long ago,
my pen will let it flow.
It happened when I was asleep
I grew some wings one night.
When flapped them with a great big sweep
soon found I was in flight,
with vision sharp my sight.
And without fear I soared so high
my confidence just grew.
Went up and down around the sky
around, around I flew,
so dazzled by the view.
Took off and flew around the world
all countries went with ease.
Went up and down, I whirled and swirled
o’re mountains and the seas,
wings fanned by gentle breeze.
However soon my wings grew weak
and I woke up in bed.
My dream was like a lightning streak
gone in a flash instead,
t’was all just in my head.
Contest Quintain (English) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Copyright © Christine Watts | Year Posted 2022
the question is a basic question
the question is a basic zone
the question is a basic confidence
basic,basic itself with a zone
basic,basic itself with a question
basic,basic itself with confidence
basic is basic’s confidence
basic is the maturity of a confidence
maturity is maturity’s confidence
confidence is maturity’s confidence
a question lies the maturity
a question is a question of maturity
the question lies the maturity off its question
off the question is off the maturity
off the answer is off the question
off the answer is off the basic
off the question lies the answer
off the question lies the basic
off the question lies the maturity
off the question lies the confidence
off the question lies the zone of confidence
Copyright © Lucifer Very Very Very 1st | Year Posted 2018
Nothing is simple,
but we carve it clean—
label it, box it,
turn a question into a rule,
a rule into a law,
a law into a weapon,
and call the wreckage order.
We crave control,
but sharpen our knives in chaos.
We demand honesty,
but crucify the truth.
We worship free thought,
but silence it before it speaks.
We want change,
but only if it looks
like what we already know.
A zebra is the only thing
that looks good in black and white.
Everything else—
everything real—
drowns in the blur between.
We say we hate the system,
but gut each other
before we ever fight it.
We demand peace,
but kneel to the loudest fist.
We claim we want the truth,
but only if it sings us to sleep.
The universe isn’t laughing.
It’s watching the clock.
Time is running out.
Copyright © Aarron Tuckett | Year Posted 2025
Dusty, neé Hermione’s girl,
Is proving to be an equine pearl.
Rescued, adopted and chosen by Kym,
Peaceful-life living is not just a whim.
Beaten, starved by her former owner,
She flourishes under the love Kym’s shown her.
Dusty gets spooked when humans come close,
She turns, slinks away and looks morose.
Trust – a factor that’s hard to regain,
Chunks of her broken spirit remain.
Dusty’s thoughts are kept tucked inside,
Does she dream of a playful romp and a ride?
Or is it the past terrors of hurt and abuse,
That linger to cause her to be a recluse?
She regally stands on a knoll in the field,
Sun-dappled chestnut hide revealed.
Flaxen mane crowns this queenly steed,
In tribute to her Haflinger breed.
Kym hopes Dusty’s faith in people restores,
... If not in this world, then in heaven’s outdoors.
Copyright © Cindy Thompson | Year Posted 2021
Breathing in the decay
I paused with trepidation
As a chill crept upon me tonight
Odourous and thick
A suffocating feel of nothingness
devoid of light
The claws they were jagged
and bitingly cold
As they circled around my neck
The slow caress
as he lifted me high
to look... to see... to...
I am not sure...
I was left dangling in pause
as he took stock of me; up and down.
He lowered my body
to the base of a tree
Gone when he swirled around.
The gravel did groan
And fly out of place
as the grass bent in the wind
But gone he was,
clawed stench to beyond
A world, a realm, an abyss.
My neck was inflamed
Choking me again
as I sat unable to move.
And through the shadows
a terror did 'rang'
eyes glued to focus through.
Mist, it had settled,
opaque undefined..
swirling became obtuse
And then jagged lines
crossed though the pale
to exact the flesh it should
Warmth aflow,
in my neck it did stow,
the claws from the start of the tale
Return with might
to hide the sight
of the monster on the trail.
The smooth caress
as he lifted me high
and drank from the bones in my neck
I watched from the sidelines
a shimmering mist
as my life was reduced to this.
Copyright © Lifes' Tapestry | Year Posted 2018
Brick, Brack, brock!
I wish I had a sock.
Not just one or three,
Thanks!
That's just not for me.
I want to have two.
Two socks in my drawer.
Not in the floor,
Or in the dryer.
Not in folding,
Or out for hire.
Two socks that fit my feet,
I would prefer the same color, just to be neat.
Although I have known socks,
I'm sure you can find one pair,
Out of forty-two.
The last excuses that I heard were,
"the washer died them a wicked shade of pink".
That stinks!
Or the one you would call,
"the day the dryer went on the blink",
Ate all my socks,
Except a stripe, polka-dot, and pink!
I don't ask for much for my poor feet,
Just two socks.
Just to be neat.
Copyright © Kim Stone | Year Posted 2022
Debris underfoot
Pathway winds through bluebell wood
Dappled sun lights way.
Fiddleheads unfurl
Moss grows green, trees stand tall
Stately Queen Anne's Lace.
Seasonal rotation
Timeless moments to enjoy
Celebrate nature.
Copyright © Delice Arleen Skelly | Year Posted 2015
Here lies a woman of hedonist fame,
her Je ne sais quoi had no restrain.
Any man who proposed
found her not so disposed
and never could find her again!
*
Copyright © Thvia Shetley | Year Posted 2010
I awoke to the sound of a telephone ringing
I reached for the phone,
but it was nowhere near me.
I will call you back later,
I heard myself saying,
then a soft voice whispered,
"I heard you praying"
I ran for the telephone,
but I was too late,
so I checked my missed calls,
and saw Jesus name.
I immediately pressed voice mail
I needed to hear more.
"My child I heard you praying
for all the world sores"
Please pray again, my father is not in
he is preparing for the end
of all worldly sins"
I pressed redial, my mind a blank
What if he answers???
What would I say???
" Father forgive me, for I have sinned
I ask no mercy for I am of man"
I felt a hand upon my head
a soft voice whispered
" I know my child"
and the line went dead.
Moments later,
I arose from my bed!!
Copyright © Yolanda Scott | Year Posted 2015
Two friends that life separated for a Time
Who's reunitation can only be described as Sublime
On this day we are all fortunate to share in their bliss
From when they both say I do to their first married kiss
I was there at the start when their second chance begins
I am blessed in this life to call you both friends
May this day be the beginning of a forest planted with two seeds
May your love help them grow and meet all of your needs
May the sun shine down onto them helping them grow
May their branches intertwine like the love you both know
May the shade from them protect you both on this earth
May all who look apon them see what love is worth
For what could be Simpler for J.R. and Megan
Then to share in the Joy where their forever began
Copyright © Anonomus Scorpio | Year Posted 2022
Don’t judge me because I am not like you
We are all human, but different too
We have our experiences and ways we cope
To survive life’s curves and slippery slope
Sometimes, we try our best and still fall
Other times, it is easy to stand tall
Some days feel heavy, others feel light
Some we feel rested or lose sleep at night
There is joy to be felt and there is pain
All part of life, just as weather brings the rain
Some things are easy or hard to get through
But, don’t judge me because I am not like you
Heidi Sands
3/9/18
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2018
Enchanted forest
Trees stand tall, leaves of color
Creatures camouflage
By eve roper 11/9/2014
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2014
quiet silence
the continuation
of smothered thoughts
gaging howling winds
beyond an understanding
spoken in braille
ignoring order
colors forming to the right
Dorian Gray
a corrupted mind
kills with passionate pleasure
what virtue remains
quiet silence
the continuation
death resides below
await the reaper
dark—black chilling specter
ghoul in residence
awake—blood freezes
nightmares for the young and old
dawn draws the bright sun
tomorrow we will
paint another painting
less the color red
Copyright © Estanislao Rodriguez-Cuevas | Year Posted 2018