Category: Pain/Sadness

Broken

Broken

Broken like the wing
of an injured bird
Broken is the silence
of words never heard

Broken like branches of a tree
slowly bent and withered
Crippled by the performance
You so cruelly delivered

Feeling shattered and
broken in a thousand parts
It is the sliver of glass
that is optimism in my heart

A heart left in pieces
after you rendered your speech
You have exited my world
and you are now out of reach

I struggle to sweep away
the fragments of a dream
Scattered in explosion
A world of hope to redeem

Broken is my spirit
at the end of this line
Broken is this heart
You took what was mine


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Sanaa is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets tonight.
I wrote this poem about four years ago. 

Living Death

Living Death

This pain of mine cannot be denied
My anger chooses not to bargain
As I sink into the lows of depression
I cling hopelessly to the habits 
formed by your dysfunction
My crippled heart beats
to the sound of a broken drum
Acceptance is my demise
because each day I die a little death


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Lisa is hosting Tuesday Poetics at D'Verse and has prompted us with
the book On Death and Dying by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross, M.D. In her book
she says the five stages of grief are: denial, anger, bargaining, depression,
and acceptance.  We can choose one or more of the stages in our poem.

Regrets

Regrets

A familiar song
The scent of a summer flower
Forgotten photographs 
falling from a book
The broken plate
glued lovingly back together
Emotions long buried
rising to the surface once more
The pang of regret still
stabs a lonely heart
How did it go so wrong?
Remorse came too late
to mend the broken fences
of protected love
A mistake
A misunderstanding
Decisions made in anger
with righteous indignation
Unnecessary and unforgiving
An explosion of emotions
culminated in a solitary life
with no one to accept an apology



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Word Prompts

Plate - RDP
Nobody/No one - FOWC
How - Stream of Consciousness

Season Over – A Quadrille

Season Over

Hope for new beginnings
remains a debt unpaid by Spring.
Summer left it’s promissory note
for new growth and abundance
While Autumn failed to harvest
the wishes and dreams
left in barren, hardened earth
And when winter came
sadness fell as
love lay dying


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Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse Poets
and she bas promoted us with the word ’Season’

A Quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, excluding the title.

City of Lost Souls

City of Lost Souls

The vanilla sky masked a sun
desperate to break through
Dreariness hung in the air
like a wet blanket on hopes
never to materialize

Remains of life lived
lay in derelict piles of rubble
Dreams and memories scattered
Never to be retrieved
The city, a heart without a beat

Ghosts of the brave
wandering empty streets
Searching for lost souls
stolen from broken bodies
Forever haunting 


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Lynda Lee Lyberg is hosting D’Verse Poets tonight tonight and has prompted us with first lines of a novel.  There were twelve to choose from.  My pick was:

The winter sun, poor ghost of itself, hung milky and wan behind layers of cloud above the huddled roofs of the town.’- Thomas Mann, Tonio Kroger, Penguin, 1955

Tiptoe Through The Tulips

Tiptoe Through the Tulips

After last night’s storm the tulip petals
are strewn across the patio
where they mortally fluttered
The stems lay where they were thrown
Deflowered, Dead-headed
as they landed in his face
falling ingloriously at his feet
Pistil and stamen in tact
Naked tulips
The deep violet petals took flight
Descending to the ground in slow motion
The storm, a tempest in a tea cup
Coming from nowhere
with a whipping wind
stirring things up
that are better left alone, 
Words cannot be unsaid
The previous night’s debris
a sad reminder that
not only flowers die


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Linda Lee Lyberg is hosting Poetics tonight at D’Verse and has prompted us to start our poem with a line from James Harrison’s Songs Of Unreason

Here are the eight lines to choose from:

I chose the last one

“There is a human wildness held beneath the skin.”- Arts, Jim Harrison

“He went to sea in a thimble of poetry.”- Poet Warning, Jim Harrison

“In truth each day is a universe in which we are tangled in the light of stars.”- Horses, Jim Harrison

“I don’t know what happens after death but I’ll have to chance it.”- Desert Snow, Jim Harrison

“Yes, in the predawn black the slim slip of the waning moon.”- Remote Friends, Jim Harrison

“Some days in March are dark and some altogether glittery and loud with birds.”- March in Patagonia, AZ, Jim Harrison

“We’re doubtless as old as our mothers, thousands of generations waiting for the sunlight.”- Sunlight, Jim Harrison

“After last night’s storm the tulip petals are strewn across the patio where they mortally fluttered.”- Church, Jim Harrison

Don’t Forget The Caregiver

Don’t Forget The Caregiver

She asks for nothing but time
so she might remember
who she is and
that for one waking
moment she does not have
to worry about his needs
That she might be herself
The one she knows still exists
Someone carefree who brought
joy into a room with her smile
and a sense of playfulness and fun

She wishes to be left alone
to be perfectly selfish
To think of only herself for just a while
To worry not of doctors’ appointments
and transportation,
of groceries and cooking
To worry not of tending to another’s desires
To listen not to constant rhetoric
of the unfairness that has befallen him 
and hear not his reminders of her duty
bound by their marriage vows

Being constantly sapped of energy
She finds herself drowning in his pool
and litany of demands
Struggling to breathe her own air
Her face now a mask hiding
the weariness of caregiving
Her laughter silenced
and wishes go unanswered
Clinging to hope that one day
it will be different from the one before
Or she may just lose her mind


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Lillian is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets

Recycled

Recycled

Without warning
The chilly wind of rejection
Blustered
Sweeping away a lifetime 
Of laughter and love

Fragments of a life blown apart
Jagged and sharp
scraping and scratching
at unhealed wounds
Still leaving their bloody trails

Redacted, reused and then recycled
Shelf life expired 
Dispensed without further regard
Callously and cruelly
cast away

Darkness would come soon
The relief of blackness
Veiling a pain-stricken face
Not wanting to remember
The ghosts from a past best forgotten 


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Bjorn is hosting Open Link Night at D'Verse Poets

Darkness

Darkness

The shadow falls across your face
and I lose you once more to the darkness 
Your time in the sunlight limited
by your own demons
robbing you of happiness
Once more allowing the chaos
to rule our world, destroying harmony
I watch with sadness as you are
consumed with anger and demand
retribution for wrongs only you perceive
I step back in horror as I witness
the madness consuming you
and I pray silently for the light


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Lisa from Tao Talk is hosting Open Link Night at D’Verse Poets

Photo by  Artyom Kulikov on Unsplash

Out To Sea

Out To Sea

Breathless, sinking into dampened sand
A collapsing heap of bones and skin
lays immobile, grateful for silence but for
the ebb and flow of waves washing the shore

In silence memories flood into a mind 
trying to close the gates of hell
Tears pour from eyes witness to the unspeakable 
A throat chokes on words refusing to swallow

Between heaving breasts lies a heart
piecing together the puzzle
of broken rocks that weigh it down
A wave washes over a body of disbelief
Wishing to be taken out to sea


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Word Prompts

Between - FOWC
Swallow - RDP
Puzzle - Stream of Consciousness
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