Words Have Come

[WordsWillCome]

I guess for my first poem I'll post one of my most recent pieces. This one is titled "Just Another Day with Emily" who is one of the patients I work with on a weekly basis. I often tell people she is my hardest but also one of my favorite clients. I hope this poem will give some insight into why

Since the first day I saw Emily
I knew how special she would be
Slow to wake but quick to “speak”
A child smart with laughter bright
In her eyes there glows a light
That makes all grow weak

Love at first sight, there was no doubt
Just had to figure this girl out
A quiet presence she won't be
Though she can't say a word
She makes sure she is heard
When frustration peaks

Beautiful smile, beautiful soul
Off to school we must go
Off to music, games and art
With happy hands and hearty shrieks
She bobs along to the beat
And that's just the start

She knows she's the cat's meow
The queen of kisses she allows
So much to see, so much to feel
New adventures never cease
Each day you'll learn another piece
And that's when you'll know it's real

Just one look and you'll know too
You'll know this girl just may change you
In her eyes the truth you'll see
One realization that it'll bring
That there's simply no such thing
As just another day with Emily

Hope you all enjoyed my poem! Thoughts?

[WordsWillCome]

Figured I'd add another poem to help get things moving. Here's another one on of my works. This one is titled "Whom My Soul Loves". I wrote it for and read it on my wedding day. It's sort of a narrative poem that tells the story of how my husband and I met. I hope you all enjoy it!

I have found the one who my soul loves
I nearly passed him by
But he turned about and talked to me
And now he is mine

This long lost friend I’d never met
And now he'll never leave
He wrapped his arms around me
With barely time to breathe

Before I knew what had happened
A promise so divine
“He's yours if you want him”
All things in good time

He rescued me and stole my heart
A love so pure it heals
“Don't be afraid, please just wait”
That's how you know it's real

I have found the one who my soul loves
To me he is home
No matter where life may take us
We'll never go alone

[colb2]

These are excellent reads!! It is truly inspiring when i see those that write of purely positiveness. Is this the first time you have ever wrote or just your first ones on here?

[WordsWillCome]

I write a little bit of everything usually. Truth be told most of my poetry is probably not this positive but I wanted to start the tread off with two of my recent poems that meant the most to me and that was these. The first was written within the past month. The second was written about 9 months ago.

I have been writing since I was in middle school (lost count of how many I've written since then. Last count was over 300). I'm 27 now. So these are just my first ones that I am posting on here. Thank you for your feedback!

[WordsWillCome]

I wrote this one day when my back was really bothering me but by some odd streak of luck I was still feeling fairly positive about it. It's titled "Broken as I am".

And let it rain down my face today
If that's what my lot must be
For I know your plan runs deeper
Beyond what I can see

Today my eyes may be blind
But with faith I step towards light
Thorn in my side, touched by God
Yet covered by his might

So gasp, take my breath away
And yet still I will praise
Carry me when I am weak
Show me your secrets ways

Let it pain on my face today
For all the world to see
If that's the way you plan
For me to tell my story

And as you take this dream away
I'll wait for bigger plans
Though others may curse your name
I will choose to stand

For though the world may say
“She is cursed with this flaw”
Though I may not understand
I will choose to stay in awe

So as I kneel to pray tonight
I ask not that you take this pain
Only that you give me strength
To face another day

I only ask that you teach me
And give me patience with your plan
I only ask that you use me
Broken as I am

[WordsWillCome]

This poem was written about my youngest sister who had a history of mental health issues. My family has gotten better about dealing with it over the years but this was how it always felt in the beginning

Another trip to the hospital today
Yet they send her on her merry way
With blind eyes they turn away
As she slowly fades away
Nothing to be done they say
And that's because she's okay

She's okay today is what they say
Awake all night and sleep all day
She doesn't go down that way
And that's because she's okay

What we're all afraid to say
The lies from which we will not stray
Because it might become real that way

They let us go on our way
Pretend it's all fine today
So we can just walk away
Because if she's any other way
It will be us that fades today

So she's okay
Yes she's okay
As she slowly fades away
Because she has to be okay
She doesn't smile the same way
But that's because she's fine today

[WordsWillCome]

Hot off the presses, so to speak, here is my finished poem "Brave". While there was one client's mother in particular that inspired me to write this, it is written for all the mother's of children with special needs (and any others who can relate).

From the moment your world fell
You have been brave
Holding the weight on your shoulders
Bearing all the pain

Sacrifice exceeded only by love
Worth it all to be part of
Dreams rewritten that are worthwhile
You endure your plight with smiles

A mother's love - know none greater
A mother's courage - know none braver

Owning wisdom beyond your years
An expert born of necessity
Gathering knowledge and hidden fears
No rest for the weary

Though the seasons drag on long
Step by step you move along
Doing all the chores that others do
The weight of this love it follows you

A mother's patience - bears it long
A mother's strength - to move along

Second nature and first defense
Keeping your wits and sanity
Day in and out under weight intense
Though it be a great feat

In a broken world you stand apart alone
Enduring a blessing few have ever known
So for all you do and all you are
I applaud your golden heart,

[WordsWillCome]

I wish I knew why I felt like this some days when I have the "perfect" life and I'm happy right now... Guess I'm just not sure what to do with happy after so long of feeling like this:

Open the bottle and close my eyes
Fill me up with liquid lies
Creating truths in warping mind
Thoughts seep fragile from their bind
Common sense begins to drain
All it seems that's left is pain
So I crawl into my driver's seat
Destined with my fate to meet
Speeds rise as tears fall
Til I can't see the world at all
And all the trees start to blur
As I long for how things were
Brake, swerve, screech and crash
Now there's no going back
Sweet embrace within the tree
Grasp my breath away from me
Searing pain slow fades to black
Yet I can slip further than that
Drown me now in scarlet ink
Empty my mind, I shall not think
I'll dream deep and and close my eyes
Quiet pray the world subsides
Quiet pray for a quick end
Quiet pray for peace again

[NikolaiI]

I'm with colb 100% on this. Thank you so much for sharing.

They are really nice, and they seem to touch the humanity and healing that's within us.

Great poetry and a wonderful addition to the art of the world; look forward to seeing more.

[WordsWillCome]

Thank you for taking the time to read them and say so

[WordsWillCome]

I don't write narrative poems often but when I take the time to do them I often find that they are some of my favorites. Below is one titled "For Flowers".

Chocolate candies, teddy bears
Red and pink hearts everywhere
Words of love to all held dear
Waiting for the coming cheer
Father's here and mother roamed
But she'll arrive within the hour
Because even though she's far from home
Mother always comes for flowers

Slamming doors, echoing screams
Father tiptoes through broken dreams
To the florist and back again
Things will be alright then
So I won't worry, not not me
The blooms will work their magic power
Yes, things will be alright again
Mother always comes for flowers

Strange building, stranger smells
The doctors say it's too early to tell
Those horrid minutes turn to months
But I don't doubt her, no not once
She'll be home, she'll be there soon
Our garden's filling by the hour
There's no blooms in her room
And mother always comes for flowers

The winter snows falls all around
As reddened eyes watch the pale ground
I don't understand so many tears
There's so many flowers here
They're her greatest weakness
She can't resist
All the colors and the fragrance
They always draw her to our side
That's why I know she can't have died

[WordsWillCome]

I'm trying to put a variety for my first few posts so here is one that is related to love but more this one is more related to the passionate side of love as opposed to the romantic.

Lips parted and it's only started
I wave white a sigh
As you take this heart of mine
And render it unguarded
With but a single kiss

I close my eyes and feel it deep
Wouldn't have it any other way
As you suck my soul away
I can barely speak

As you move against me
There's smoke beneath the rain
And that feeling starts again
I know that I must flee
My restraint it will not hold

No, not against the flames
As I gasp for freeing air
Finding only softness there
My resolution wanes

I see clearly in my muddled mind
We'll live in time we borrow
So tonight there's not tomorrow
And should I feel inclined
No regret will be between

Your fingers eagerly explore
In this enchanted hour
What next to devour
Yet, to give I have no more

With my hair tightly clasped
You swallow up my moan
And my body's not my own
As reality loses it's grasp
Perfection is that moment

Then I lay there at your side
Slowly reclaiming what you stole
My mind forming control
As your hips offer my guide

My hand slides silk upon you
For I want to see you glow
With pleasure you'll never know
From things that I could do
So lips parted, I stare into your soul
Take a breath and swallow whole

[WordsWillCome]

Here is a poem I wrote about how I feel I am perceived by the world. Most people see me as smiley and upbeat but that's rarely how I feel inside

Why am I so dark inside
When bright I shine in others minds
I burn so bright that they see blind
Yet cannot light this heart of mine
Colors vivid and live explode
As the space within slowly implodes
Colors are all they need to know
When as for me the time erodes
Pulling from the outward in
Always brightest before the end
So whisper now your wish my friend
Quickly, quickly as I descend
As I collapse into this deeper dark
I'll ignite the super nova spark
To cauterize the bleeding parts
Here inside this nova heart

And then I'll
Slowly fade away
Leaving others
To brighter days
Leaving others
To a brighter start
While I stay here
And play the part
Burn so bright
Then fade so far
Just like a
Super nova star

[NikolaiI]

Words Will Come, Super Nova is one of the most beautiful poems I've read. You have a brilliant talent for poetry, and it's wonderful to see. Thanks so much for sharing a poem with such depth and beauty, it's a really invaluable contribution, in my opinion.

[WordsWillCome]

I am glad you enjoyed it so much. Thanks for taking the time to read it and taking the time to comment!

[WordsWillCome]

This is one of my older poems but still one that makes me smile at it's playfulness and honesty. I hope that you enjoy my poem "Complaint to a Poem". Perhaps there will even be a few of you that can relate?

This is a complaint to the poem
The one that taps my shoulder at night
Pries my eyes open when moon is high
Makes me work until it’s right

This is a complaint to the poem
The one that with the water flows
Who drives me to distraction
And down the drain goes

This is a complaint to a poem
That slithers in when thoughts go out
That catches me unawares
And with no pen about

This is a complaint to all poems
That come when they should not
That taunt me with their prospect
Then slide away, forgot

[WordsWillCome]

While I do enjoy the over all outcome and tone of this poem as I recall it was not born of feelings but rather of a desire to use the homonyms pane and pain.

I stare at the
rain on a window pane
and thoughts of you flood my mind
That night there had been
rain and I
I shiver
cause it's so cold outside

And all the pain
tears run down my face
but in my thoughts I brace my mind
Tonight I refuse to
rain and I
I shake
cause I'm so cold inside

I press against the
pane, my cheek on its side
I stare deep into the eyes of my mind
Now breaks the gate and
rains and I
I cry
So cold am I

And for what seems like
the thousandth time
I feel that pane
that cold tears on a window pain

[WordsWillCome]

One of my favorite narrative poems I have written. In my early days as a nurse I spent a lot of times working with geriatrics. Over time those with dementia and Altzheimers wormed their way into my heart. This poem is to help raise awareness for them and their families

Fascinated eyes were watching me
I felt the blush creep in
As I was watched by a man
He seemed to have a plan
He was very smooth
Studying my every move

I didn’t know what to do,
Or what to ask
He extended his hand
“My name is Sam,”
He smiled and asked,
“Who are you?”

First night out on the town
Too many gowns
Going to a fancy club
Is it okay what I have on?
All flustered doing my hair
But then he was there

I came to my beau
He cut me no slack
He took my *hand
“Don't you look grand!”
Spun me and asked,
“Who are you?”

This place smells so old
Like stories never told
Things are getting hard
I don't know where to start
Broken words and broken lines
It happens all the time

His memories are few
Baffled by simple tasks
I take his hand
“You’re name is Sam,”
He smiles and asks,
“Who are you?”

Fifty years never parted
But then this started
No remembrance in his eyes
For him it's the first time
He smiles and asks,
“Who are you?”

[WordsWillCome]

I am not quite sure where this one came from. As far as I know I wrote it shortly before finally falling asleep. Perhaps that is why it's more abstract. Hope you enjoy my poem "Cries Empty Eyes".

And every skeleton in the closet is another pack of flies
Another broken promise
Another wretched lie
And yes it's oozing
festering
Staring with blind eyes
At the horror looming closer to its own demise

"So foolish mortals be," among the silence cries
"Not a knight nor a hero can save you where you lie"
And so sings the sad haunt as forever lingers on
"May you never leave this place,
all hope is gone"

[WordsWillCome]

This is a poem I wrote for one of the owners of the company that my husband is partners with. I knew that he was having a really rough time of it at work recently and I wanted to write something to encourage him. I wrote and framed this for him and then later also made one for my husband to have on his desk. After the third owner saw it, he too liked it and now it hangs on the company's foyer.

God bless this company and all the lives they touch
Give them Your strength when it becomes too much
Be with them in laughter and through the tears
Ease their growing pains throughout the years
Rain peace upon them wherever they stand
Help them to prosper, safe in your hands
When words desert them look deep in their hearts
When knowledge fails them, Your wisdom impart
Show them Your grace renewed with each dawn
One foot in front of the other as they move on
Don't let them lose hope when dreams go astray
For tomorrow is freedom and today just a day
In times of trial let them never despair
Bless them and theirs as we kneel this prayer

[WordsWillCome]

And we dance to the song of your marionette
Pose re-pose and sing again
Swinging here and swinging there
Limp and helpless, soulless and bare
Ever lively for the crowd
Praises rise from all around
But as the curtains 'gin to close
Go back to the being no one knows
And hang her beauty on a shelf
To mourn her jaded porcelain self

[WordsWillCome]

This was written about my ex (when I was still with him). He was struggling a lot at the time with thoughts of depression and even suicide. This was a quick less than 5 minute poem about how that made me feel

I see the pain you hold inside
and it weighs down on my soul.
I see the shell of what you used to be
and its acid burns a hole

Into my mind, into my memory,
where did it all go wrong?
And if I could turn back yesterday
would it help at all?

I feel the pain you hide inside,
my world is fading grim
I think "I could breath again
if only I could save him"

[Pompey Bum]

I think "I could breath again
if only I could save him"

A powerful line that touches something very human, WWC. Poetry can sometimes get closer to that than prose because it can be so much more intimate. Thank you for your insight.

[WordsWillCome]

Thank you for reading! I am glad that you liked those line. They are my favorite in that poem

[WordsWillCome]

So sorry love
Twas a dark night
I can't deny
I lost the fight

In the day my skin glows red
Remnant of a heart that bled

In morning light
It all seems vain
Yet last night
Twas not the same

With body quaking, shame and dread
And mistakes filling up my head

A pressure grew great
As my soul lay bare
Tears were shed
And pain left there

I know you'll hate the morning light
And I in turn will give up fight

A hurt so deep
That none can heal
A promise broken
All I feel
A mistake now
Etched in blood
A memory of
How I hurt
You my love

[WordsWillCome]

And it's like raindrops falling out of the blue sky and I
Just can't feel that I deserve it
Feeling so perfect
For in all the world no one is more flawed
And even the raindrops cry
For I am broken, so broken...

[Pompey Bum]

You're welcome. I'm not the gushy "Oh-how-transcendental-it's-the-best-poem-I've-ever-read-except-for-every-other-poem-I've-ever-gushed-over-which-is-all-of-them type, but I do read and enjoy your poems. I especially like the way you weave bright and dark images together. It gives your work a mature and believable quality. They are powerful and lovely at the same time. Thanks so much for letting me read them.

[WordsWillCome]

It's my pleasure to share them. No good having hundreds of them sitting around just gathering dust when people might enjoy them

[Pompey Bum]

Well, thanks. :)

Oh and I have a request, although it may be too late to do anything about it at this point. Your favorite genre of poetry poll includes inspirational, emotional, ballad, and Haiku. How about realistic and powerful? Or the opposite, totally silly? Those are my two favorite types. Is it possible to get them added?

[WordsWillCome]

I can't seem to access that at all to remove or modify it. I'll see what I can dig up that might be silly and keep that in mind when next I post

[Pompey Bum]

Don't worry about changing it, then. I'll go with narrative poems. I'm a big Lord Byron fan.

[WordsWillCome]

The only poems I remember reading were the ones required in school really. A few here and there of random authors online but overall I enjoyed writing more than reading.

[WordsWillCome]

When you asked for silly this was the first one to mind. It's an older one so it's a little rougher in beat but thought that it might give you a chuckle

The naughty boy in the sky
He's doing it again to you
Wriggling down his velvet pants
To give you another view

First it's just a sliver
Then just a little more
Before you know it
There's more in store

He never stops at just a quarter
No, this heathen must go on
Little by little, night by night
Fading away with the dawn

But in the evening he returns
Proceeding with his shanigans again
Will he never learn?
What fun would it be to him then!

He's just about through now
Your imagination need not work hard
To picture the rest of him in its glory
Yet he hasn't shown his face, the coward

The star's eyes bulge
As his finishes his trick
His pale flesh gleams
But he pulls them up quick

Mom's been watching closely
And now she's swatted his behind
His beautiful moon, red
But he doesn't mind

As soon as Mother sun looks away
He's at his tricks like he was before
Always working towards his devilish goal
A full moon, maybe more

The coyotes whine for him to stop
Black cats raise their hair at the sight
But does that affect this rascal
Ha, as if it might!

He is not shy about what he has
And given sooner or later it'd be soon
No matter how many times he gets smacked
He never fails to moon

[Pompey Bum]

I'm a reader and not a poet at all. I like writing comic ballads and sharp or clever epigrams, but I don't kid myself about them. Anyway, your love of writing poetry is obvious from the quality of your work. Well done and appreciated! :)

[WordsWillCome]

I used to write to get rid of emotion. Now I write more to draw them out if others. I like tear jerking narratives and inspirational most now but I also like to write darker poems that people can identify with so that they don't feel so alone

[Pompey Bum]

Well, I prefer your darker pieces, but then you are talking to the author of "Walrus Serenade." :)

[WordsWillCome]

Does that perhaps resemble an Ode to an Alarm Clock? I have a few more "silly" ones if you enjoy nonsense as a sort of humor

[WordsWillCome]

Written about a situation I was caught in several years ago. I've been freed from it thankfully but the memories remain.

Screams echo off her rib cage
Fears claws rabid at her heart
Something shatters deep inside her
Watch her slowly fall apart

A delicate flower in the pathway
A timid kitten in the street
A dog leashed too far from water
A winged bird’s clipped, defeat

Haunting unremembered nightmares
Shadows looming in her mind
A caress to make her shutter
A touch to hold her bind

Can’t you see she’s not breathing?
Look closely she can’t sigh a word
Inside she’s slowly dying
Her voice rings out, unheard

She calls out but she’s drowning
Floundering flying tiny lark
Her heart, beats, scrambling
Terrified of the dark

The dark howls of the thunder
The menace of her mind
Her foreshadowed illusions
Grasp her from behind

The whole world turns against her
Her candle flickers, dim
Her tears soak the pillow
And all because of him

A monster of the shadows
A fiend you thought was friend
She’s never felt so hollow
Begs it all to end

What’s left for her but teardrops
What left is there to do?
So hopeless in the shadows
And... I know how she’s feeling
Cause I feel it too

[Pompey Bum]

Yikes! Whatever happened, I'm glad you survived and I'm glad you put it behind you. And I hope writing about it helped. Thanks for having the courage to post that.

[Pompey Bum]

Does that perhaps resemble an Ode to an Alarm Clock? I have a few more "silly" ones if you enjoy nonsense as a sort of humor

Yes, I'd love to read any comic verse you have. Here is the one I was talking about before. You have to scroll down a few posts:

http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?81120-Serenade&highlight=Walrus+serenade

[WordsWillCome]

Once again and older poem but here is Ode to an Alarm Clock.

Surrender to the sounder
All you people all around
Bow before the rounder
Specks of dust be found

Sun dial of the times
Be honored by my rhymes
Like the jingling of dimes
Be your morning chimes

Three hands have you
Yet function you do
Oh fair receiver of my shoe
When you ring anew

Electronic rooster of the mourning
My nightstand you're adorning
But pay heed to my warning
Don’t wake me until morning

Unless you like the trash
Or being a pile of ash
Or a loud resounding clash
As on the wall you smash

Keep to your duty faithful slave
And your life you'll save
Don’t fluctuate like a wave
Or in nonexistence you'll bathe

[Pompey Bum]

Heh heh. Listen, WWC, artists are notorious for not being able to tell their best work, so let me tell you. That is BRILLIANT with a brilliancy approaching Donne. Seriously. You should definitely try more of those, even if is "an older poem."

[WordsWillCome]

Here is the one I was talking about before. You have to scroll down a few posts:

http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?81120-Serenade&highlight=Walrus+serenade


It's adorable. I love it. Sounds a lot like my own writing and as the other fellow with the poem remarked, you seemed to have write it quick. If I am inspired I do the same. I think the best poems are the ones that sort of just write themselves.

I've always been told my view of the world is a little different than everyone else's. Seems as it yours maybe too

[Pompey Bum]

Maybe. The "dark" and somewhat tear-jerker ending seems a bit WWC-ish to me :)

What I love about writing comic verse is that you can be as archaic or formal or even as pompous as you like, and as long the rhymes are clever and the meter holds, it only makes it funnier. And yes, I wrote it all at once in about a half hour. Anyway, if you can find anymore of yours, I would love to read them.

[WordsWillCome]

What's your fancy? I have 410 poems and am in the middle of writing another as we speak. Give me a starting point and it's likely I can find anything your heart desires to read

[Pompey Bum]

Oh more silly verse, please. And if I can find some of my old stuff, maybe I'll post that, too.

[WordsWillCome]

I'm not sure if this falls under silly or not but I thought of it when you said about the sort of dark yet not type thing. What category would you put this in? In my list of poem I put it under as a satire of sorts. Let last lines sort of make me chuckle sometimes

I swallowed your air
And drank your seas
I gulped down your resources
All just for me

I stomped on your ground
Rearranged it just so
Ran my roads over your face
The rubber burns I know

I mapped every part of you
Every crevice, every space
Let nothing to imagination
To know what to deface

I’ve dirtied your waters
And wasted all your lands
Tainted your very soil
With my bare hands

I’ve pulled your trees out by their roots
Picked flowers till they’re gone
Made your mountains into moles hills
Or bored straight through each one

I took all your beauty
And cast it to the side
Forget the God of your creation
I’m not going to hide!

Now I’ve taken all that was yours
And made it bend to my will
Do you have the advantage, oh Earth
Will you trouble me still?

The earth canyon smiled back at me
Then calmly did reply,
“You picked at little things.
I shall swallow you whole when you die.”

[Pompey Bum]

Yes, satire, and very funny, too.

[WordsWillCome]

This was the other one I thought of. I wrote it for all my teachers back in high school when I was leaving

An apple for a teacher
Perfect without fault?
But hiding in the apple
Hoping not to get caught

Hides a little troublemaker
In a flesh he should not
Do you know what his name is?
Can his vacancy be bought?

He snuck in below the leaf
Hoping to be taught
But I’d understand
If you’d rather not

[WordsWillCome]

I work for a company called Bayada where I do home care for pediatric clients. It's a major change from working geriatrics in a facility. It had inspired me to write a few poems. Here is my most recent one which focuses on their three core beliefs: compassion, excellence and reliability as well as what it really means to me to be a nurse

To a nurse's compassion, none can compare
Don't fret or worry we come prepared
With exceptional kindness led by our hearts
That takes us everywhere near and far
Right to your doorstep, in comfort of home
To the people who need our hope and our love
We come with smiles felt and seen
We come with faith and listen to dreams
Create independence, preserve dignity
Strength and support, whatever you need
In the golden rule we stand immersed
That's how you know our client's come first

No task is too great nor need too small
With skill and competence we tend them all
Efficiently working to do our best
Letting hard work take care of the rest
Not for reward or recognition
Loyalty drives us on this mission
Our goal is excellence through and through
The highest quality in all we do
Further our knowledge we know we must
Cause it's in good judgment you trust
Giving the care you deserve with pride
With integrity by our side

We'll be there through laughter and tears
Grow old with you through out the years
And though others may pass you by
You'll know, on us, you can rely
I'll always be there when you call
Always give each day my all
Yes, I'll go the extra mile
Just so I can see you smile
Because, truth be told, at end of day
It is I that walk away
Saying it has been my pleasure
Feeling blessed beyond measure

[Pompey Bum]

This was the other one I thought of. I wrote it for all my teachers back in high school when I was leaving

An apple for a teacher
Perfect without fault?
But hiding in the apple
Hoping not to get caught

Hides a little troublemaker
In a flesh he should not
Do you know what his name is?
Can his vacancy be bought?

He snuck in below the leaf
Hoping to be taught
But I’d understand
If you’d rather not

It's cute. I like that you didn't actually mention the worm as such. I don't know what that's called, but it's a clever trick that helps keep the poem in the reader's mind more than on the page. I do it sometimes with cliches. I'll talk around them but never actually say them out loud. Anyway, thanks for that one, too . :)

[WordsWillCome]

I wrote this one specifically for my math teacher in high school. Another one with more humor than anything but hey, nothing wrong with humor right?

My calculator lied to me!
It told me that the answer was three
When I knew it was really nine
According to all the papers of mine
I checked it once, I checked it twice
I wasn’t being very nice
I punched it in and got back out
An answer that made me pout
Three! It screamed in heart-felt glee
That’s the answer, listen to me!
But no machine would ever beat
The scribbles on my paper sheet
I took it home and worked past dark
The lights went out a nearby park
Yet I wrote it out again and again
We’d find out who is right then
I frowned and at half past two
I yawned and pondered about you
You would tell me who was right
And surely I would win the fight
With the stupid number machine
That teased and taunted in my dream
I awoke and got to school
Went to your room, with stupid tool
The one that taunted me all night
And well into the morning’s light
With sleepy eyes and heavy head
My cheeks began to flush a red
As you told me the answer true
“Three,” you said would only do
You took it, graphed it, and turned the screen to me
Wouldn’t you know…the answer was three?
I looked down in stunned stare
At the plastic plate that was there
For in the graph was one last shot
A smug smile as it winked its dot

[Pompey Bum]

Also very cute. :)

Here, I just wrote you this one, based on your once having told me that your cat Buddy was a good friend. It's cute like yours, with just a touch of cynicism at the end:

Buddy the Cat

Say how do you sit there now, Buddy the Cat,
Just licking your legs and your haunches like that?
Your lady requires you, your mew and your purr,
As you're brushing all over her feet with your fur.

Why lick you your whiskers and why shake your head,
So certain that after a nap you'll be fed?
So happy, and dopey, and sneezy, and fat--
You are lucky, my friend, to be that woman's cat!

Said Buddy: "I'll speak if you'll please hold your tongue
(Though they'll all say I've got it--your type is so dumb!)
Now then, if you'll listen, I'll give a response,
Then be off to the windowsill, free of your taunts.

"A human's a thing that you let out to play
Until hunger rumbles at end of the day.
Then you lift your pink nose till it's touching her ear,
And you whisper, "In this life, it's you and me, dear."

[WordsWillCome]

Adorable, I love it!

Yep, that's Buddy. Feline runs the house and he knows it. We might encourage it slightly since we have no kids yet he sort of gets treated like a little human. We tucks himself into our bed, which he always fills with his toys, and there can be no cuddling permitted unless he is in the center of it. He talks back to us and everything.

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If the whole world is our playground
Then we cant be far away
Cause friends always meet on
Playgrounds
Its just the always way

Id want the whole world to be my playground
So I could look across it and find you
Cause friends always meet on
Playgrounds
Thats just what they do

If the world was not my playground
And all I had was the swings in my backyard
Id make the world my playground
So finding you
Wouldnt be so hard

Because my little backyard playground
Isnt the same without you by my side
Its just a normal playground
And on it
Id rather be inside

Come back to my lonely playground
If you wander by some day
I shall be on my playground
The swing will be waiting for you
In its always ways

[WordsWillCome]

Really struggling the past few days... I may have stopped acting on the behaviors but the thoughts still plague me everyday. Trying to work through and past them just pisses them off and amps my anxiety through the roof. I know it's the only way to truly beat it but at the same time I'm just not sure if I have the strength anymore some days

My tasteless words I eat so well
As my belly growls with hunger
My mind is full of trickery swell
Sly phrases rehearsed, no blunders

Nothing in, nothing out
This golden rule I swear
Only lies soothers doubt
I shall live on air

Purge myself I know I mustn't
Keep the guilt, the food inside
The sensation is unpleasant
Filled up with all the... lies?

Empty lies that fulfill nothing
Their torture in my eyes
Speak and I lose everything
Seal my lips, seal my cries

No, I mustn't give in
This weight's my own to bear
I will live the future I'm given
Alone in my nightmare

Slow, so slow, this suicide
Oozing emptiness I feel
But if anybody asks why I
I say my lips are sealed

[Pompey Bum]

Step by step, WWC. You have the courage to write about this, so I know you have the strength to get through. Easy for me to say, I know, but I can see you do. As always, thank you for poetry--and your courage. :)

[WordsWillCome]

Thanks Pompey.

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In the past so elementary
So harmless, so naive
Candy, cookies, parties
Another valentine to please

Another day to celebrate
Smiles laughter and cheer
Kisses grace the special ones
Holding secret crushes dear

Cooties keep the distance
Until they find the cure
Get a shot, resistance
Now there’s a certain lure

Tiny hearts large with feeling
If you love her tell her so
Best to play the heartstrings
And their sometimes empty echo

From kisses made of torture
To teasing with a kiss
Pierced by the arrow
Of the trigger happy prince

Misconstrued intentions
Butterflies and candy
Why is it so complicated
If it’s all so elementary

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I wrote this poem back in high school for an assignment. If I recall we had to us metaphors and similes to write it. If I recall that's why I titled it Meta-mil in the first place. I also recall the assignment requiring many less similes and metaphors than I actually used. Anyway, hope you enjoy

The roaring of the nothing
Deafening in my way
The cool embrace of lonesome
That never faded away

Like the whisper in the willows
As the silence on the lake
Like smile of a father
Leaving smiles in its wake

The cold fingers of quiet
That protect of the bump in the night
The thing that takes the fall
When chosen words aren't right

Like danger in the shadows
As the green upon the lawn
Like sun going down at evening
As it rising in the dawn

A child trembling in the dark
When comfort can't be found
The echo of a past gone by
Slips by without a sound

Like a pat upon the shoulder
As child at mother's chest
Like the sweet sound of the ending
It's the silence I like best

[Pompey Bum]

Thanks, WWC. I love the "roaring of nothing" image. It's interesting that you posted it today, since I was thinking along the same lines about something. I'm back in New England on some family matters after a long time in the semi-tropics, and we are being inundated by overpowering but silent snow. I tried to write something about it, but could only get these lines out before the silence itself overcame me:

The morning snapped electrical,
The snow came silent down.
It sang these verses metric though
It never made a sound.

I like yours better, though. :)

[WordsWillCome]

I like it short like that. Doesn't feel incomplete just sort of like the poem ended in silence too

[Pompey Bum]

I like it short like that. Doesn't feel incomplete just sort of like the poem ended in silence too

Thanks. I wrote it early this morning and just looked at the snow instead of writing more, so yes, I suppose the poem does end in the same silence.

[WordsWillCome]

I always strive to write shorter poems and they tend to get away from me in the end

[Pompey Bum]

No, yours is better. I like punchy epigrams because (unlike you), I'm not a good enough poet to write serious and heartfelt poems. I enjoy short and comic verse, though, and I've have even written two long mock epics, both of them silly and snarky. That's the song I have to sing, and the voice I have to sing it in, and I like it. You're lucky, though, that your voice is beautiful and sincere. You should value it.

[WordsWillCome]

I think it has more to do with natural knack for than not being good enough because your comical poems I've seen are well written. Not just in concept but also in execution. I would love to write comical verse as well as you. I like that my voice is sincere and beautiful as you put it but it limits me in some of my writing because that's really the only kind of poem I excel at. I am glad for it because it is something that benefits me in my line of work and personality (helping people) but I envy the people that can write nonsense poetry because I'm just not wired like that

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Below are the few good shorts that I managed to write. Only have maybe 8 of them in my hundreds of works but that's okay. Hope you all like them

Blind then
Strangle the flaws in tattered tape
Pretend you never saw them
White them out in outer space
And hope everyone is blind then

Fly
Butterfly fly away
Come back to me another day
And may our time be soft and sweet
When again we two shall meet

Progression
Never in all my wanderings
Have I ever encountered
Such a peculiar person as you
Please tell me more of yourself

Be still my heart
Be still my heart
For if you beat too hard, too fast, it all may end...
And when my world crashes down around me
I'm not sure I will ever breathe again

[Pompey Bum]

Very sweet. I like the one about sending one's flaws to outer space best. :)

Where grim Orion's nebula billows,
The vacuum touches infinite.
And yet I think my peccadilloes
Would stretch to break that outer limit.

[YesNo]

Nice poems, WordsWillCome! I've enjoyed yours in this thread, too, Pompey Bum.

[WordsWillCome]

Thank you YesNo. I am glad that you have enjoyed them!

He's right, Pompey Bum, your poems on this thread have been great so far!

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And it makes me feel like such a child
To be right here
Right now

And it makes me feel so vulnerable
To be known by you
Somehow

Please be gentle as you love me
To break I can not bear
Not now

Hold me here forever
And as you do
Whisper to me
"It's all be okay now"

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My sleepless night without you
Pulls gravity on my soul
The stars close eyes
The moon, he sighs
Reality tightens its hold
And breath I cannot do

No, not without you
My world, it shatters whole
Better there be lies
Than crying eyes
This place it feels so cold
With the ignorance I once knew

No more because of you
Deafening clocks all toll
Together keeping time
To my heart breaking inside
If only I could be so bold
Then I would not have lost you

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I cried a little last night
Felt my soul
Slink down
And slip away

I drown a little last night
Inside my heart
Fell apart
So I decided

To lie a little last night
Say I'm fine
When inside
Really it meant

I died a little last night
Ain't it funny
How things
Go that way

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Covered in my jester’s hat
I parade before them all
Giggling and laughing
Away the painted flaws

In a world that’s slowly dying
I dance in colors live and bright
Stepping to the pattern
Of a steadily fading life

They see the painted smile
And laugh at all my jokes
They never look beyond the skin
Or beyond the veil of smoke

They see a me of my design
Sketchy lines and fading gestures
Flamboyant colors penciled in
While gray roils and festers

I am the harlequin with brilliant eyes
The unseeing orbs so hollow
I am the bleeding heart unguarded
That the shadows slowly swallow

I am the star that shines so bright
That masks her tattering flaws
The jester with the lyrical voice
That answers beck and call

Alas, but, I am poor Yurick
Faltering to my own demise
Imprisoned in this counterfeit body
And perpetuating the lies

That happy endings are an ending
That perfection has no flaws
True, every village has its idiot
And I’m the biggest fool of all

[YesNo]

Nice poems about sadness. I think it is healthier to be the biggest fool telling jokes than not to play the jester.

[WordsWillCome]

Thanks YesNo. Yes, I suppose it's a good thing to at least be able to make jokes

[Pompey Bum]

Nice poems about sadness. I think it is healthier to be the biggest fool telling jokes than not to play the jester.

I agree with both points. Personally, I know of nothing more subversive than humor. As John Lennon asked: "Don't you think the joker laughs at you?"

As always, WWC, thanks for having the courage to post such a personal and powerful poem.

[WordsWillCome]

Not only do I have an eating disorder but I have a younger sister who also suffers. The poem below was written to her for her in order to encourage her to continue with her recovery even when it's hard. With Eating Disorder Awareness Week upon us my next several poems I post will reflect this theme. As always, I hope you enjoy

I don't want to watch you wither away
To slip into some darkened plain
Where only pain can reach you now
Going on someway somehow

Let's not relive such horrid dreams
For today is made of better things
Today you start the day anew
Meet today a stronger you

Not because it comes with ease
Or that others it would please
No each step forward is for your own
Know you take them not alone

I want to see you smile again
To know that beauty comes within
To see a girl whose smile shines
And heart is bright with that in mind

I know its hard I know it's tough
I know some days it's all too much
But press on forward, fight the fight
It's always darkest at end of night

When you feel you've lost your way
Don't think about what's all ahead
Stead in that moment quiet be
Bow your head and hit your knees

He's always there, He will provide
In Him you always can confide
So when the world seems dark and grim
Close your eyes and turn to Him

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Scritch
Scratch
Write it back
Heart breaking silly notions

Pull
Pat
Finger tracks
Overflow emotions

For you can't see the pain inside
Yet I write plain to see
You won't see that either more
Scratches don't last on me
So

Scritch
Scratch L
Loathsome etch
Dig in all the curves

Trace
Erase
In morning light
Pale echoes out unheard

[WordsWillCome]

Duplicate posts. That's what I get for posting on a crappy Internet connection as I ran around the track at the Y. Thank God for editing

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P.s. All the single words that are aligned left hand justified usually cascade off to the right. Apparently even though it saves this formatting in the Draft when it publishes the post they all just stack as you see here

And she's sick of being all alone
And this emptiness inside
And she's sick of not existing
And being nothing in their eyes

And as she crumbles to her knees
She knows what she must do
She
......Bows
.................Her
.........................Head
And takes a breath
And feeling like there's nothing left
She shoves her dreams
Way
........Down
...................Her
...........................Throat
Her abs racked by convulsions
And she she kneels there heaving
Feels all the pain leaving

And it purifies and pacifies
To know she's freed herself
Of who she is
Perhaps now they'll see her

The girl with the plastic smile
And perfect features
Maybe they will notice her now
Cause

As she crumbles to her knees
She knows what she must do
She
......Bows
.................Her
.........................Head
And takes a breath
And feeling like there's nothing left
She shoves her dreams
Way
........Down
...................Her
...........................Throat
Her abs racked by convulsions
And she she kneels there heaving
Feels all the pain leaving

She's so sick of how they stare at her,
As she slowly fades away
And she's so sick of how they loathe her
As she slowly fades a weigh

And as she crumbles to her knees
She knows what she must do
She
......Bows
.................Her
.........................Head
And takes a breath
And feeling like there's nothing left
She shoves her dreams
Way
........Down
...................Her
...........................Throat
Her abs racked by convulsions
And she she kneels there heaving
Feels all the pain leaving
All the world fades away
The
........World
.................Fades
...........................Away

And all that's left is this obsession
This old, familiar friend
And she smiles as
She vomits again
So numb and free
Just
........How
................She
Wants
...........To
..................Be

[Pompey Bum]

P.s. All the single words that are aligned left hand justified usually cascade off to the right. Apparently even though it saves this formatting in the Draft when it publishes the post they all just stack as you see here

Strangely, the cascading did come out when I did "respond with quote" (but not when posted). One solution might be to use periods to keep the words in place:

So
...the
.......words
...............cascade

That actually has an even more cascading effect.

I'm a bit horrified about your subject, though, which is a lot coming from me. I hope (as I'm sure we all do) that such things are as far behind you as they can possibly be. I also hope that writing about them helps to keep them there. You be well WWC. :)

[WordsWillCome]

A few months ago I would have said that they surely were. Unfortunately eating disorders are, by their nature, a series of ups and downs and the past few weeks have been hard on me. However, my husband is very supportive and I am hoping that this down doesn't last for long. Thank you for your kind words and concern :)

[Pompey Bum]

I'm glad you've got your husband (not to mention Buddy the cat :)). Please be sure to seek outside help with this, too. Also please know that we all like and support you here. You hang tough, hey? "If winter comes..." :)

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I do have outside help should I choose to utilize it. Problem is that I currently have no desire to do anything but ask hubby for help here and there. I know exactly what happened... just hard to fix it is all. For now I'm using hubby to keep me from doing anything too stupid. Thank you all for your support. It means a lot

A pretty face always smiling
Her pasted smile that never fades
Her lipstick never smears at all
Perfect complexion, porcelain doll

Her makeup’s never flawed
The season’s always spring
Behind her the flowers stay
Always open every day

Though the years may pass her by
Her face will remain so young
Her style shall never change
Oh to live upon her page

For though the wind may blow
It will never muss her hair
She’s perfect in every way
To be like her is what they say

Paper shallow without a care
The wind blows but never her hair
Weather never changes and she does not
In her perfect world, a land of ought

Her mascara never runs
Because she never cries
She never speaks a word
Content to be unheard

She stays in the same position for hours
And never even flinches
With perfect pose and perfect poise
Catching the eyes of the boys

And her smile seems to say
As I gaze on her today
“You know you want to be me
The pretty face on the magazine”

[Pompey Bum]

That's good. As long as you know what you would do for a back up plan, you'll be okay. Nice to have a good spouse, is it? I've got one, and I don't like to think what my life would have been if she hadn't turned up.

I like your poem, by the way. As an old curmudgeon I enjoy letting people know that I don't care about their expectations of me, but sometimes I forget how painful (and dangerous) social judgement can be. For me, learning to be myself was liberating: it meant jettisoning all the stupid parts of me that were only ever just attempts to be something else for someone else. But then no one ever expected me to wear mascara. My experience, for what it's worth, is that it gets easier as you get older. Just about the time your body starts to give out on you, you realize that you've got this wisdom (even if it sometimes seems like a petulant attitude) that you bought with pain when you were younger. Or it can go that way. People do all sorts of things with their pain. Mine has helped me in the long run, in any case. Nice to have a good wife, though.

Anyway, thanks for the poem. :)

[WordsWillCome]

I don't know where I would be without him either. I'm fine with being weird and having my own style and all. Besides my husband I don't much care who thinks what of me. Struggle with how I feel about how I look and how to cope with stress. Not coping well recently but I'm sure my husband won't let me do anything too stupid. I am glad you enjoyed the poem. I'll be posting another tomorrow :)

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Do I not see my reflection
When I look so deep below
And isn't it such a pity,
That I don't even know?

Mirror, mirror, show me all
For I see only my lonely space
Do you not disguise the wall
And what lies beyond this place

For if I could see but for a day
Through the lie you tell to me
You would surely lose you grip
And I would be set free

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Seeing my own reflection
In the madness of their minds
And being their kind of beauty
Is driving me out of mine

But I just keep getting sucked in
Airbrushing away who I am
And starving for more than attention
As I fade away again...

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Every hour by mirrors haunted
So undeterred from what I wanted
Slowly fading a weigh inside
But you took me to a better place
Pulling me into your embrace
Set me free, then gave me chase
Life was so different back then
I'd give anything to have it again
To have no need to hide
For you to scold me everyday
For saying that "it's okay,
I'm not that pretty anyway"

Your eyes round wide
And deep inside
I see the pleasure flicker
They undress the movie screen
Eating her up like fine cuisine
You don't even glance at me
And paralyzed by Botox shots
You say her plastic body's hot
Your eyes glued to the picture
And in my ever quiet way
I sigh and chant that it's okay
Cause I'm only pretty anyway

I beg and plead and sigh for you
And dam, it breaks and flows anew
Vanishing the words I long to hear
You say you're not that kind of guy
And as pain trickled down inside
I lie and cast it all aside
Not a stranger's spiteful words
But a lover smothers all unheard
And etching on a crooked lie
I smile and I look away
Whispering that it's okay
Cause I'm not pretty anyway

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She wants to hear she's beautiful
But the words, they never come
She wants to hear she wanted
She sits alone, unheard

She knows that she’s beautiful
Somewhere deep inside
There’s a change that’s crying out
Something she can’t hide

It’s just below the surface
Yearning to be free
It’s waiting for permission
But seeing you and me

Won't somebody reach out?
And take her by the hand
Tell her she’s okay now
And help her understand

The crowds they don’t matter
It’s who you are inside
Here everyone is beautiful
There’s no need to hide

[WordsWillCome]

This poem was written by request for my grandmother's church's father son banquet. The theme was "an ordinary son and on ordinary father serving and extraordinary Lord

Just an ordinary day
With an ordinary dad
Some "hey, let's go fishin'"
And "how'd you do that?"

Full of sweet little moments
That all set the stage
They seem so benign
Yet they follow through age

Just an everyday example
Of how to live it right
Just an ordinary father
With extraordinary sight

Just an ordinary son
Learning how to serve each day
Just an ordinary dad
To guide him on his way

Somewhere between breakfast
And the sun dipping at night
He learns the little things
That lead him to the light

And you slowly build a legacy
Not of money or of youth
But of words and of actions
That lead him to the truth

That lead him to believing
What you have always swore
That you're never just ordinary
When you serve an extraordinary Lord

[Pompey Bum]

Very nice, WWC. You must be getting a local reputation if you're doing command performances. :)

[WordsWillCome]

Mostly just fanatic grandparents and the occasional coworker. Hope to get published or self published soon

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Written for a teenage girl I knew who had her heart broken by a guy she had been dating

In your heart it falls apart
The pain within you rending
Insides turning in and out
Your sanity fair bending

But pretty girl in pretty curls
Please don't cry no more
I know the skies are gray today
But ends it not the world

For often times one will find
That when things hurt the most
You'll find a peace inside
When He holds you close

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Switching things up an posting one of my older more lighthearted ones

Cloud nine
All my problems float away
They can’t keep their grip
Cloud nine
The trials try to get to me
But I pack it up and split

Hover on euphoria
Nothing’s gonna bring me down
Loving the feeling
Don’t want to touch the ground

Cloud nine
The magic number
Cloud nine
Where I want to be
Cloud nine
Can’t drag me under
On cloud nine
Laughing and floating free