OUR ORIGINAL POETRY: Share It Here

A poem about a romantic interest taking me to the ER because of my chronic pain and how I felt.

i. And while I laid in the hospital bed
You held my hand,
Softly etching promises into my skin
With fingertips that burned with compassion.

ii. Your worn out voice draped over words
In ways that made me feel like
Maybe once we were both alive
At the exact same time.

iii. Fluorescent lights made my pale skin
Light up like a bright moon on a dark night
So I guess that made you the night
As that night swallowed us whole
In the early hours of the morn.

iv. Time went by slowly as I watched
Eyes close and you succumbed to the sleep
Your body needed for decades.

v. No matter how tired or
How much pain we were in,
You stayed by my side.

vi. When I awoke you were gone.

- I think I almost told you I love you once but I don't want to remember.

Move,

Keep going

Memories will surface

Threaten to disarm you

Disable from inside

Out

Stop.

Let them be,

allow some time,

To heal

Then move,

Keep going

So what if this is a new one

So what if it can't wait

Life

Can't wait

Life

Is moving

Life

Keeps going

So move,

Keep going

Stop fighting,

struggling,

for control

Just leave it be

Accept what was,

and what is,

and what may be.

And move,

Keep going.

Pieces of me scatter
In different directions fly.
In search for eternal love
And answers to the question: Why?

Pieces of me dissolve
In a puddle of despair.
Looking for solidification
In a world of constant repair.

Pieces of me break

When my world's in disarray.

In these moments of self doubt

When there's nothing left to save.

Pieces of me crumble
Like a rock that's turned to pebble.
Waiting for the one
To put me back together.

Pieces of me chip

When my heart's turned to stone.

Remembering the moments

When I should have atoned.

But the pieces of my heart

Will someday be whole.

New love shall arrive and

Feed the spirit and the soul.

Engraven- Annonymous

Engraven deep in my heart are the words that let me sleep at night

They start with a faith pen stroke that begins to write

Everyday I see the beautiful sun shine down on the world

I see the flowers bloom slowly and the gentle dew rise from the ground

I walk outside and I feel the cool breeze brush again my face

Like a mid-summer night wind lifting my heart and mind away

I feel the day tick slowly each minute by minute like the hours of a clock

And yet I could be lost forever in so many thoughts about you

I picture your beautiful smile and your laugh all day in my mind

Like a beautiful song playing over and over again

I walk on the beautiful grass feeling the warm touch of nature brush against me

Wishing you was here holding my hand gently

I sit along the dock feeling the beautiful waves crash gently on my feet

Wishing I could jump in and swim forever till I find you

I feel the gently air turn cold as the day begins to end

Seeing the beautiful moon and stars brighten up the night

I sit on the sand and I lay down looking at the stars one by one

Making wishes and hoping I'll feel you next to me

I feel the gentle sand on my fingers rubbing against my skin

Wishing your fingers could fit in the empty spaces of my hand

I feel the night begin to come upon me like a blanket making me fall asleep gently

To only dream again of a place where only we can go

Where the sun shines always and where the grass touches our feet

Where the lights dim just right and the moon is low enough for me to grab it and give it to you

Where the waves brush against our legs and the butterflies grow more

I get up and walk back slowly knowing the day is over

Walking back up that cold aisle of stairs to my bed

I lay down gently letting my eyes rock me to sleep

And yet deep down even with the night rocking me to sleep

I know I'm safe and warm with your love and heart

As I fall asleep I begin to dream slowly

Of you here with me

And I know in that moment

I am yours for eternity engraven and written in my heart until I breathe my last breathe.

TRIGGER: ABUSE

These Four Walls

You will never know the damage you caused or the hurt and pain I rise above, but all I can ever say is I'm sorry.

...

the bed is made

its messy sheets are screaming my name

i lock myself inside this room

memories stir

and im counting by three

thinking of grandma and chocolate chip cookies

learning to rollerblade and falling a lot

remembering I Love Lucy and saying vitameatavegamin over and over

this is all just in your head

i remember these four walls

i remember how you tainted them with tears and blood stains

i remember how only these four walls meant anything to you

memories emerge

aftershave mixed with sweat

i want to cry but i know not to

i know what you would do

fear overflowing; overwhelmed

sick to my stomach with disgust

i cannot breathe

i was 6

the bed, now messy

holds the images forever etched in my mind

these four walls are bruised with the memory of you

how could you do this to your daughter?

my body is scarred

from your touches

fingerprint impressions never to be erased

like maps to territories that should have stayed uncharted

will i ever be more than these four walls?

i am a battlefield of games that cannot be won

secrets buried in hidden places

bullets fired from your loaded gun

echoes ringing from combat

i will never be free of you

there is a string of obscenities in my head

lullabies of gentle coaxing

praying for a loose embrace

i am whats left of you

the bed

once cradled me while i rocked myself to sleep

now holds me as i writhe

while sleep eludes me

these four walls hold the beating of my heart

and its fading away slowly

its not all in my head

I long for your voice
Your soft, gentle tone
The way you'd rejoice
When you answered your phone

I miss the way that you held me
When you would look into my eyes
Deep green pools that I still see
Causing me to cast away all lies

Where did you go
Are you still here
Could it be your soul
That diminishes my fear

God bless the moon
God bless me
I see the moon
But do you see me?

I don't know what lies ahead
All I can see is what's left behind
So as I lay here writing this in my bed
I remember your face, your voice, how you were so kind

Then I remember something you said.
We are meant to persevere
This life is not the end
Hold fast to my memory
And I will always be here.
Take life by the hands
And live to your fullest
Share all the love you can
And hold back not for a moment

I smile as I drift to sleep
I glance out the window, and see the full moon
Yes my dear, I know you see it too
Tomorrow, yes tomorrow, I will love as you once told me to do.

Good Night :)

You broke my heart,

the day you broke my bone.

I joked and cajoled,

I questioned and I reasoned,

I ignored and glared,

I begged and pleaded.

So many chances,

too many apologies.

As I watched you turn from innocent rage

to calculating spite.

A broken child

An angry teenager

A harmful adult.

A cycle, yet to be broken.

This wasnt the first time my heart pained me

for you.

As you called out,

begging for help,

pleading for it to stop

As we so helplessly stood by

unable to move.

Too scared to restrain

Too weak to be powerful.

Im sorry, dear brother.

I wish I could have saved you.

I wish I was braver.

I tried to help,

but I made it worse.

Is it too late?

So many beautiful poems are being shared here...thank you to all, and please continue to share, if you are so inclined.

Connections

Writing of how I feel,

How I sense so many worlds about me,

Both new and old, and so varied

I find a sense of my fellow humankind.

Inside we are too alone

Yet we are of God,

If we would but raise our heads and hearts

And put them into His care.

O, what then we could be.

Clear away the mist from our souls,

And make our paths shine clear.

Its what the soul knows, innately is best.

Our arms sit lightly and hard

On those who we love in this life,

Compassion is clearly the best thing for strife.

Let our children grow in freedom to be who they must.

Help every child in every way

Then the race will already have been won

By them and their love and their amazing potential fulfilled.

Do for others, dont stint,

On the precious and valuable

Resource of self, which stems from our Lord.

beautiful threads :)