October 2021 - Poem Expert

Sister

May 31, 2022October 28, 2021 by Stefunina Mariya

Sister is the dearest person, whom you can confide in her all your innermost secrets, reveal touching secrets, share impressions, discuss new acquaintances… no matter if she is older or younger if you live in the same town or meet only on holidays because you have a close person on this planet, who will be with you until the end and will support in any situation. So why not dedicate a poem to your sister? Undoubtedly, she will be very pleased with such a pleasant surprise!

«About That Little Girl That Beat Her Sister» by Ann Taylor

Go, go, my naughty girl, and kiss
Your little sister dear;
I must not have such things as this,
And noisy quarrels here.

What! little children scratch and fight,
That ought to be so mild;
Oh! Mary, it’s a shocking sight
To see an angry child.

I can’t imagine, for my part,
The reason for your folly;
She did not do you any hurt
By playing with your dolly.

See, see, the little tears that run
Fast from her watery eye:
Come, my sweet innocent, have done,
‘Twill do no good to cry.

Go, Mary, wipe her tears away,
And make it up with kisses:
And never turn a pretty play
To such a pet as this is.

***

«Always In My Heart» by Tiffany Van Epps

I could wrack my brain a lifetime Holl
To find words that tell you best
On how deep my love is for my sister
And how it will always stand the test
I look at you and see myself too many years ago
You make me smile, worry and cry with pride
And it’s impossible to let that go
You’ll never lose your place with me
Your always in my heart
I’ll always fight your corner fierce
Even 200 miles apart
Stand tall. Be proud. Take your time
Try hard. Give all and care
I couldn’t love you any more
Ask me once and I’ll always be there.

Forever. AnneMarie

***

«God Gave Me You, Sister» by Antoinette McDonald

God brought us together as sisters
So we can share all our hopes and dreams,
To share our laughter and our tears.
Sometimes to get mad and even fight,
To hold each other up when we are down.
Together the bond we have will remain strong.

There were so many times I hated you,
But now it is only you I can trust.
I’ll be here for you no matter what.
You’ll always be in my heart.
I am glad that you are of my blood.
Don’t know what I’d do without you in my life.

If you need a shoulder to cry on, I’ll be here.
I am here when you are sad and lonely
Or when you’re in pain.
Glad I can help you when you’re feeling gray.
I’m thankful to you that you’re my sister.
I can honestly say I’m grateful to God for giving me a sister like YOU!

***

«I Love You Sis» by Dallas Bellospirito

Sister,
I love you.
You always say I hate you.
you always say I can’t stand you.
You were never there for me.
I was always there for you.
If I had a sister who loved me,
I don’t know.
It hurt too much when…,
you say those words.
Those words are pain,
stabbing my heart.
I cry and scream inside,
hoping she’ll love me.
If only she knew how much
I loved her.
I’d give my life for her.
I will always love her,
no matter what happens.
But it just hurts so much
to hear those words,
when you love that person so much.
If only… I didn’t love her so much,
maybe… maybe the pain would stop.
Hopefully one day,
I will hear the good words in return:
I Love You Too

***

«Kings» by Stephanie J. Vargas

An opponent, a teammate, a fan in the stands.
As time presses on, those loathsome grains of sand.
Like looking in a personality mirror, I reflect you, you reflect me.

It’s as if we take turns, one like the blossom, all attractive and bright-
The other, wise and nourishing as the leaf, carrying liquid in its veins, –
A vessel whose purpose it is to supply life to the glorious petals.

I’ve given you my trust; you’ve lent me yours.
I’ve vilified you; I’ve placed you on a pedestal.
I’ve seen with my eyes, deep sorrow in yours.
I’ve ached for your pain-
And cursed with deep conviction at the tragedy you were forced to know.

You’ve listened to me spew disgust at the world-
Disappointment in myself and in lovers.
You watched me relive the painful past-
Without judgment, interruption or sigh.

You love me. I love you. Since the day we met, I knew this.
Giggles to battles. Love to hate and to love once more.
A yielding to what time has revealed,-
Like the new, black pavement turned gray-
We have become what we were meant to be…

Sisters.
Without conditions, barriers or bars.
I don’t think twice
About all I am blessed with,
About who determined this.
I know you were ordained by God-
To be to me the greatest of gifts.

***

«Letting You Go» by Ivanna M. Torres

I know I have to face the day
when my mornings will not be as sweet,
when I’ll wake up and feel
like something is missing and nothing is there,
when you will be waking up next to someone else
who isn’t me.
Every day I fear this morning is getting closer.

Every night I fall asleep,
I sleep in hopes of dreaming
that everything would be like it was before,
but I can’t get that chance
because reality will not leave me alone.

I will always have to confess one thing:
nothing scares me more than losing the person
I have always had by my side.
At night I’ll feel so alone and lost without you,
and maybe you’ll be lonesome too

I know I’m being selfish
for wanting something I can’t have forever,
but I will always feel in my heart and in my soul
that you belong to me,
no matter the distance, no matter the place, no matter the time.

My mornings are getting colder,
my nights are getting restless.
I will never stop thinking about the day I’ll have to say it,
the day I’ll have to say goodbye.

That day is getting closer,
the day I’ve been wishing never to come,
the day of your departure.
I’ll watch helplessly as you turn around to leave.
A part of me will die the day I’ll let you go.

***

«Little Sister» by Kayla Ulbrich

You’ve changed my life completely
the day that you were born.
Never knew how wonderful it would be,
to explore motherhood.
But since I got the chance to
I have to confess and say,
that I was so scared to hold you
always thought that you would break
cause you were so tiny an fragile
there was no thinking twice
but as time went on
you got bigger every moment
and the next thing I knew
is you were trying to crawl and walk
there were times when you’d fall and cry
but I would dry them tears
and you would get right back up and try again
Just thinking and looking back at the past
I’ve figured out
that seeing you and those cute little faces you make
is what gets me through each day
I’m so happy your here little sis
I love you very much
and nothing will ever change that.

***

«My Beloved Sister» by Joseph T. Renaldi

Today, while I sit in my rocking chair to rest
Reminiscing the time that I loved the best,
In my vision I can once more see,
My beloved sister and brothers and even me.

The time of happiness that only our family knows,
Before the impending moment that maturity grows.
I am just reminiscing – they have gone their own way now.
Since then – my black hair has turned gray above the brow.

The house is still there – no noise anymore,
No one to pick on, no wrestling on the floor,
No heavy footsteps, no laughter or glee,
My beloved sister’s voice no longer calling me.

Many years of our life were spent apart,
My sister and brothers to new nests did part.
Something went amiss one sad day
When my beloved sister left to go far away.

***

«Night Is My Sister» by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Night is my sister, and how deep in love,

How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore,

There to be fretted by the drag and shove

At the tide’s edge, I lie—these things and more:

Whose arm alone between me and the sand,

Whose voice alone, whose pitiful breath brought near,

Could thaw these nostrils and unlock this hand,

She could advise you, should you care to hear.

Small chance, however, in a storm so black,

A man will leave his friendly fire and snug

For a drowned woman’s sake, and bring her back

To drip and scatter shells upon the rug.

No one but Night, with tears on her dark face,

«Sisters» by Darlean T. Murphy

I cry for a release that is all my own,
To let you know to leave me alone.
I know what everyone thinks when they see us two.
They want to know why I can’t be more like you.
More perfect, more joyful,
And while I know that I can’t be you,
It has taken a while for others to know that it’s true.
Still sometimes in my wildest and saddest dreams
It seems as if I can’t escape from you.
I have no other hope than for them to see
That as happy as I am for you, I am happy for me,
But this will take an act from us for them to see
That what makes you you makes me me.
And that we will always be the best of sisters.

***

«Sisters And Best Friends» by Angelica Machado

God sent us to be sisters
So we can be best of friends,
To be there for one another
Even when there is pain.
I thank the Lord for sending my sisters to me,
For whom I truly love and care.
We shared so many things together,
Like laughter and some scares.
It’s funny how we sometimes argue.
I guess it’s normal in this world,
But having you as my sister
Means more to me, more than you’ll ever know.
I wouldn’t trade you for anything.
I will never let go.
As our friendship continues to grow,
So will my love for you.
Just always remember you can talk to me.
I’ll be the best friend you ever knew.

***

«Sisters, Forever And Ever» by Ashley M. Schwartz

I’ll love you forever and ever.
Although you are only three years old, you are very clever,
When I look in your eyes, I can feel this love,
As if you were a guardian angel sent from above.
Some people think of you as this little girl,
But to me, I think of you as the whole wide world.
When I see you, I think of butterflies,
Because every time I look at you I get lost in them deep blue eyes.
You found happiness in my shade.
Do you know how much joy to my life you have made?
Remember, I’ll always be there to calm your fears,
To help the bad times and wipe away your tears.
I know sometimes we fight,
And not a single thing about it is at all right.
I love you more and more each day,
And in every single little way.

***

«Sweet Sister» by Aurora Wells

Sweet sister dear
Remember those years
We cried together,
Dropped many tears

Saw the fights,
Were afraid of lights,
The bottles lined up
And the pills in our sights

Now we are older
More lives at stake
Not just our own anymore
Our kids’ care we take

All the tears we have now
The powerless feelings grown
All the damage our family did
In our adulthood now shown

Please sister dear
Don’t cry anymore
I will dry your tears
As you have done with me before

Remember I love you and I am here
Remember with us as a pair there is no more fear.

***

«Thank You Letter To Sister» by Katie A. Neale

Thank you for being there and for giving me a chance.
Thank you for giving a care and not judging with a glance.
Thank you for your support and your loyal heart.
Thank you for no report and no judging on your part.
Thank you for trusting me through the good times and the bad.
Thank you for seeing me through the hard times that we’ve had.
Thank you for being born, and I thank God that you’re alive.
Though our friendship may be worn, we will always get through that strife,
Because we are sisters and each other’s family.
Like old pictures or an ancient memory,
This will never end, this friendship that we made,
Because we can depend on cherished moments that we saved.

***

«Thanking God For My Sister» by Diane Gardner

I thank God for my sister
She’s as awesome as can be
No one can replace her
She’s in my heart you see
We are friends forever
In good times and in bad
I may have to let her go one day
I’ll try not to be sad
For I know where she is going
And for that I’m oh so glad
She’s going to be with God
And in His arms she’ll go
He will wrap His arms around her
and love her this I know
Thank you Lord for my sister
For the time you have given us
I will enjoy her ’till you take her home
And in you Lord I will trust

***

«The Black Swan» by Randall Jarrell

When the swans turned my sister into a swan
I would go to the lake, at night, from milking:
The sun would look out through the reeds like a swan,
A swan’s red beak; and the beak would open
And inside there was darkness, the stars and the moon.

Out on the lake, a girl would laugh.
“Sister, here is your porridge, sister,”
I would call; and the reeds would whisper,
“Go to sleep, go to sleep, little swan.”
My legs were all hard and webbed, and the silky

Hairs of my wings sank away like stars
In the ripples that ran in and out of the reeds:
I heard through the lap and hiss of water
Someone’s “Sister . . . sister,” far away on the shore,
And then as I opened my beak to answer

I heard my harsh laugh go out to the shore
And saw – saw at last, swimming up from the green
Low mounds of the lake, the white stone swans:
The white, named swans . . . “It is all a dream,”
I whispered, and reached from the down of the pallet

To the lap and hiss of the floor.
And “Sleep, little sister,” the swan all sang
From the moon and stars and frogs of the floor.
But the swan my sister called, “Sleep at last, little sister,”
And stroked all night, with a black wing, my wings.

***

«The Burkhead Way» by Asia Burkhead

What can you say about a sister who
Has everything? Laughter, life, love,
Smiles, tears, enthusiasm, spark, knowledge,
Spunk, and to top it all off, beauty.

A sister isn’t just a sibling!
She is a whole world.
The things she touches are amazing. The love
She shares is beautiful.
And her encouragement is spectacular.

To have a sister doesn’t make you special,
To know your sister makes you invincible.
The bond sisters share is enlightening.
The love they give to each other is magnificent.

To look into your sister’s eyes and know
What she is thinking isn’t a miracle; it’s natural.
To see her smile warms your heart. To hear her talk
Soothes your soul. To feel her heartbeat in you is special.

They say sisters are from cradle to grave,
But I believe that it is the in between that counts.
When she takes the rap for something you did,
She doesn’t need a thanks, she does it because she cares.

When she sits up till 3:00 AM with you,
Even if she has to get up at 7:00 AM,
She doesn’t feel exhausted, she feels cleansed.

When you two cry together till your eyes are all puffy,
She isn’t just sad, she believes that it cures the heart.
When she picks out your first prom dress, or brings you
Your first flowers, and when she buys you a card because
You had a bad day, she is glad that she could help.

A sister’s word of encouragement or warning
Is always taken to heart. When she explains
How to handle a boy at school, or how to
Talk to mom, she’s touched that you came to her.

When she can sympathize with you
Because she’s been there, it’s comforting.
When she can share your dreams with you,
It’s encouraging. When she beats you up
Because you’re a brat, it’s learning.

Sisters can do anything. Together they
Will conquer the world. But when it’s
All said and done, she will hold you hand
Because she’s proud to be your sister.

So, if you are blessed to have a sister through blood,
Be thankful. And if you’re all alone, grab the first precious girl
In your life, and make her your sister.
Sisters are everything you need
And a whole lot more.

***

«The Importance Of A Sister» by Shiv Sharma

A sister is someone who loves you from the heart.
No matter how much you argue, you cannot be drawn apart.
She is a joy that cannot be taken away.
Once she enters your life, she is there to stay.

A friend who helps you through difficult times,
Her comforting words are worth much more than dimes.
A partner who fills your life with laughs and smiles,
These memories last for miles and miles.

When she is by your side, the world is filled with life.
When she is not around, your days are full of strife.
A sister is a blessing who fills your heart with love.
She flies with you in life with the beauty of a dove.

A companion to whom you can express your feelings,
She doesn’t let you get bored at family dealings.
Whether you are having your ups or downs,
She always helps you with a smile and never frowns.

With a sister, you cannot have a grudge.
She is as sweet as chocolate and as smooth as fudge.
Having a sister is not just a trend.
It is knowing you can always turn to her, your best friend.

***

«The Sisters» by Judith Wright

In the vine-shadows on the veranda;
under the yellow leaves, in the cooling sun,
sit two sisters. Their slow voices run
like little winter creeks, dwindled by frost and wind,
and the square of sunlight moves on the veranda.

They remember the gay young men on their tall horses
who came courting; the dancing and the smells of leather
and wine, the girls whispering by the fire together;
even their dolls and ponies, all they have left behind
moves in the yellow shadows on the veranda.

Thinking of their lives apart and the men they married
thinking of the marriage-bed and the birth of their first
child,
they look down smiling. “My life was wide and wild,
and who can know my heart? There in that golden jungle
I walk alone,” say the old sisters on the veranda.

***

«The Woman I Call Sister» by Marissa Gertmenian

The woman I call sister
Is someone who is there
The woman I call sister
Is someone who always cares.

The woman I call sister
Can make me smile when times are blue
The woman I call sister
Is someone very true.

The woman I call sister
By choice, is my best of friend
The woman I call sister
Will be there till the end

The woman I call sister
Is the blessing from God above
The woman I call sister
Is the sister that I’ll always love.

***

«Three Sisters» by Francis I. Gillespie

We are three sisters.
Three sisters are we.
I love each of you,
And I know you love me.

We’re not always together.
Life sometimes keeps us apart,
But we’re never separated.
We’re in each other’s heart.

Now I know we’ve had our troubles,
But we always get through.
The real message is you love me,
And I also love you.

We have had lots of good times
That we’ll never forget.
Sometimes we worry
And sometimes we fret.

But if God ever gave me
Something special, you see,
It might have been the blessing of
Three sisters are we.

The Lord above has given me lots
Of happiness and glee,
But the most special thing he did was
Make us sisters, all three.

***

«To A Sister» by George MacDonald

A fresh young voice that sings to me
So often many a simple thing,
Should surely not unanswered be
By all that I can sing.

Dear voice, be happy every way
A thousand changing tones among,
From little child’s unfinished lay
To angel’s perfect song.

In dewy woods-fair, soft, and green
Like morning woods are childhood’s bower-
Be like the voice of brook unseen
Among the stones and flowers;

A joyful voice though born so low,
And making all its neighbours glad;
Sweet, hidden, constant in its flow
Even when the winds are sad.

So, strengthen in a peaceful home,
And daily deeper meanings bear;
And when life’s wildernesses come
Be brave and faithful there.

Try all the glorious magic range,
Worship, forgive, console, rejoice,
Until the last and sweetest change-
So live and grow, dear voice.

***

«To my dear Sister, Mrs. C.P. on her Nuptial» by Ketherine Philips

We will not like those men our offerings pay

Who crown the cup, then think they crown the day.

We make no garlands, nor an altar build,

Which help not Joy, but Ostentation yield.

Where mirth is justly grounded these wild toyes

Are but a troublesome, and empty noise.

But these shall be my great Solemnities,

Orinda’s wishes for Cassandra’s bliss.

May her Content be as unmix’d and pure

As my Affection, and like that endure;

And that strong Happiness may she still find

Not owing to her Fortune, but her Mind.

May her Content and Duty be the same,

And may she know no Grief but in the name.

May his and her Pleasure and Love be so

Involv’d and growing, that we may not know

Who most Affection or most Peace engrost;

Whose Love is strongest, or whose Bliss is most.

May nothing accidental e’re appear

But what shall with new bonds their Souls endear;

And may they count the hours as they pass,

By their own Joys, and not by Sun or Glass:

While every day like this may Sacred prove

To Friendship, Gratitude, and Strictest Love.

***

«To My Sister» by William Wordsworth

It is the first mild day of March:

Each minute sweeter than before,

The Redbreast sings from the tall larch

That stands beside our door.

There is a blessing in the air,

Which seems a sense of joy to yield

To the bare trees, and mountains bare,

And grass in the green field.

My Sister! (’tis a wish of mine)

Now that our morning meal is done,

Make haste, your morning task resign;

Come forth and feel the sun.

Edward will come with you;—and pray,

Put on with speed your woodland dress;

And bring no book: for this one day

We’ll give to idleness.

No joyless forms shall regulate

Our living Calendar:

We from to-day, my friend, will date

The opening of the year.

Love, now a universal birth,

From heart to heart is stealing,

From earth to man, from man to earth,

—It is the hour of feeling.

One moment now may give us more

Than years of toiling reason:

Our minds shall drink at every pore

The spirit of the season.

Some silent laws our hearts will make,

Which they shall long obey:

We for the year to come may take

Our temper from to-day.

And from the blessed power that rolls

About, below, above,

We’ll frame the measure of our souls:

They shall be tuned to love.

Then come, my Sister! come I pray,

With speed put on your woodland dress;

—And bring no book: for this one day

We’ll give to idleness.

***

«To My Sister…» by Allison Chambers Coxsey

I’m blessed to call you sister,
I also call you friend;
You’ve loved me unconditionally,
And stood through thick and thin.

You’ve shared my joys and sorrows,
My laughter and my tears.
You’ve been my inspiration,
As we grew up through the years.

When we were little children
We laughed and played together;
Then growing up you stood by me,
Through good and stormy weather.

There’s something God has given us,
That’s more than family;
He’s placed a love for you, my Sister,
Deep down in the heart of me.

***

«We Are Coming, Sister Mary» by Henry Clay Work

On a stormy night in winter,
When the winds blew cold and wet,
I heard some strains of music
That I never can forget.

I was sleeping in the cabin,
Where liv’d Mary fair and young,
When a light shone in the window,
And a band of singers sung.

We are coming sister Mary,

We are coming bye and bye,
Be ready sister Mary,
For the time is drawing nigh.

I tried to tell my Mary,
But my tongue would not obey,
When the song so strange had ended,
And the singers flown away,
As I watch’d I heard a rustling,
Like the rustling of a wing,

And beside my Mary’s pillow
Very soon I heard them sing.

Then again I called my Mary,
But my sorrow was complete
For I found her heart of kindness
Had forever ceas’d to beat

And I still am very lonely
From summer round to spring
And I oft in midnight slumber
Think I hear the same ones sing.

***

«What Is A Sister?» by Jessica Shaw

A sister is someone special to me.
A sister is someone to fight with.
A sister is someone to cry with.
A sister can sometimes understand you better than anyone else can.
A sister is there for you through good times and bad.
Some sisters are close.
Some are far apart.
Sometimes you might wish you could change your sister.
But if I changed just one thing about my sister it might ruin something.
Of course my sister wouldn’t be the same.
But most important it might ruin our sister relationship.
We are as close as we could possibly be.
Some people think a sister is just a sister.
But my sister is more than that.
She is and will always be my best friend.
And my sister will always be very special to me.
Because I couldn’t picture what my life would be like without her.

***

«Where’s My Glory?» by Nicki D. Thomure

Looking in a book of 1,000 pictures
And I finally find one of just me
And it seems it’s the smallest one there
There are thousands of that blonde beauty
She has everything I don’t
Love from you, talent, and beauty
She gets all the glory
And I get none

Just for one moment
I wish I could stand up on that stage
And do what she does
As you watch her and a tear comes down
A second later, you yell at me
For one moment, I want to do that
She gets all the glory
And I get none

It seems you look at me
And see a mistake that you made
You look at her
And see something that you’ve always wanted
I want to feel loved and wanted
By the one who should mean something to me
She gets all the glory
And I get none

In every room
There are trophies that showcase her talent
On every shelf, on every wall
There are pictures of her that showcase her beauty
For once, I want to be that blonde beauty
She gets all the glory
And I get none

That’s always how it’s going to be.

***

«You Are My Best Friend» by Tara J. Barker

You are my guiding star.
You are my shining light.
You are my everything,
what helps me through the night.

You are my heart.
You are my soul.
You are my savoir,
what makes me feel whole.

You are more than my sister.
You are my best friend.
You are the one who will be there
when my heart needs to mend.

I love you, Sister,
more than you will ever know.
You are my other half.
With you, I am whole.

Loneliness

June 6, 2022October 28, 2021 by Stefunina Mariya

This sad subject of loss and detachment is touched on by most poets. And here everything is quite natural. Every poem about loneliness has its own connotations. Many classics in their lifetime were not always recognized by their contemporaries. And most are no strangers to this feeling.

«6 Lonely Tears» by Angela Pilant

First I shed a single tear because we are apart,
wanting nothing but to be with you,
to make a brand new start

The 2nd tear I shed is a lonely tear indeed.
My mind goes wild, my body goes numb,
and my heart begins to bleed.

The 3rd tear I cry wanting to feel your touch,
to taste your kiss and lips on mine,
I want so very much.

The 4th tear I cry thinking of you at night,
wanting you to hold me
as I grip my pillow tight.

The 5th tear I cry stains my pillowcase.
My mind drifts off in la la land
as I take us to that place.

The 6th tear I shed my thoughts go very deep,
simply dream of me and you
as I drift off fast to sleep.

***

«A Lonely Horse» by Marilyn Lott

I’m out in the field
Roaming the vast prairie
Waiting for somebody
To come and visit me

Occasionally I’ll see
A car or truck around
I’m stand here just waiting
In my deserted prairie ground

I’m quite a handsome fellow
Just look here for yourself
Sometimes I feel my owner
Has put me on the shelf

I’m good for many things
I could win as a show horse
If someone only entered me
Into a show of course

But pretty soon I know
The kids will come on by
Visit me and ride me
And on my back they’ll fly!

***

«A Lonely Little House» by Marilyn Lott

A lonely little house
Built many years ago
Is deteriorating now
I thought you’d like to know

Its boards are warped and falling
One by one onto the ground
But mostly in the stillness
You can’t hear a single sound

Except when the cattle are grazing
Around the house at times
A cowbell occasionally clinks
Like a soft ringing of chimes

Its roof now is sinking
Its windows too are gone
Time and weather are not helping
But it knows where it belongs

For the stories this house could tell
Are so many from its prime
It housed a growing family
Once upon a time

I love the frontier houses
That were built to run a farm
Part of the past we inherited
They will always have such charm!

***

«A Lonely One Room School» by Marilyn Lott

It is now old and in need of paint
Sits alone in a field of grass
Poor little lonely one room school
So long ago since it’s had class

If only it could tell us stories
Of the children who sat in its seats
Buzzing with exciting chatter
Never thinking they’d face defeat

School books worn on the corners
For turning down pages a thing to do
Buckets design for their small lunches
Old-fashioned hats that set askew

Oh listen, can you hear the laughter?
Reciting their lessons every day
Recess time in the school yard
It was important to take time to play

But you know, nothing lasts forever
Except, of course, the golden rule
I feel a bit sad when I look upon
This precious lonely one room school!

***

«A Lonely Tear» by Megan Dugan

A lonely tear falls down
A smile turns to frown
Trickles down the cheek
Does not make you weak

A lonely tear escapes
A lifetime of mistakes
A sad and lonely heart
Others broke apart

A lonely tear is dried
So many nights it cried
A friend reached out their hand
And tried to understand

The lonely tear is gone
Life will carry on
With love from a friend
The lonely tears will end

***

«A Lonely Traveler» by Alexander Romanov

Who will love a lonely traveler
Who traveled far & seeks some rest
I will, said the old tree
My leaves shall shade you from the sun
So you can sleep
And all your darkest secrets
For you I shall keep

Who will take pity in his heart
And who will feed a starving traveler

I will, said the serene lake
For in my unfathomable waters
I have plenty of fish
So eat & drink my friend
As much as you wish

Who will love a lonely traveler
And who will remember his name
I will, said the earth
For all I created returns on to me

From dust were you made
And dust you shall be

***

«A Young Mother Waits Lonely» by Gary Bryson

A young mother waits lonely,
But with war it didn’t start.
It began with a with a duty,
To country and heart.
With her husband at war,
Things are not as they seem.
Lonely days are without end,
Like its some kind of dream.
It seems even living,
Gets more difficult each day.

And in each daily letter.
Things are harder to say.
No more grand parades,
No excitement to bring.
Even so if there were,
It wouldn’t change a thing.
Alone with no husband,
No family and no friends,
Just another young mother,
Alone in the end.

***

«Are You Lonely Tonight?» by Jeff Fleischer

Are you lonely tonight
Because your heart was broken?
Are you lonely tonight,
Shedding tears from all the emotion?
Please don’t be shy.
Just tell me if its okay for me to dropp by.
I’ll be the man you’ve always dreamed of.
I’ll hold you close to me and show you love.
I’ll help you through your pain and sorrow.
And after you wake up tomorrow,

We’ll take a walk near the ocean shore.
As time goes by, I’ll love you more and more.

***

«Are You Lonely Too? » by Christopher Higginson

Remember how he scraped his knee and how I wiped it clean
I picked him up and hugged him so he wouldn’t make a scene
He was just so little then, an active little boy,
My! What a man he has become, me eldest son called Roy.

Remember, when she just turned six: her birthday party cake!
Her party dress marked from the mix of scones she tried to make!
Those pictures that my husband took, now stained in shades of grey
That all seems many years ago, those decades fade away

Gosh, Peter must be retired now, my youngest of the four
He has grandkids of his own, now was it three or more?
It’s strange how I remember them, when young and all carefree
I wonder if they’ll try this year to come and visit me?

***

«Childhood’s Retreat» by Robert Duncan

It’s in the perilous boughs of the tree

out of blue sky the wind

sings loudest surrounding me.

And solitude, a wild solitude

’s reveald, fearfully, high I’d climb

into the shaking uncertainties,

part out of longing, part daring my self,

part to see that

widening of the world, part

to find my own, my secret

hiding sense and place, where from afar

all voices and scenes come back

—the barking of a dog, autumnal burnings,

far calls, close calls— the boy I was

calls out to me

here the man where I am “Look!

I’ve been where you

most fear to be.”

***

«Danse Russe» by William Carlos Williams

If I when my wife is sleeping

and the baby and Kathleen

are sleeping

and the sun is a flame-white disc

in silken mists

above shining trees,—

if I in my north room

dance naked, grotesquely

before my mirror

waving my shirt round my head

and singing softly to myself:

“I am lonely, lonely.

I was born to be lonely,

I am best so!”

If I admire my arms, my face,

my shoulders, flanks, buttocks

against the yellow drawn shades,—

Who shall say I am not

the happy genius of my household?

***

«Dear Diary» by Ralph P Quinonez

Dear Diary,

As I make my entry today, again I cry.
Never thought this love would be so complicated,
Never thought that life would be so cold.
I think about him every day,
Knowing he will never return to me.
My life would have been so complete with him,
Now I have to live a life without him.
Oh, what a lonely and empty life I have been given.
My life consists of only memories of him
And what our life could have played out to be.
Each day I go back to you, my diary,
And write my deepest thoughts on your pages.
Each day I go out into the world and know that nothing is going to change.
The only change that can happen is the change inside my heart.
I need to deal with the pain and the loss and move forward in my life.
The love I had was a gift,
And I need to place this in your pages, my dear diary.
My heart will one day heal,
My mind will one day live again.

***

«Everyday Is A Lonely Day» by Daniel Richards

Nothing ever shines bright
Or even ever goes right, In my life
No one ever cared
That no one ever shared my day

As long as I keep it quite
Holed up in my mind silent
Then it will be okay
That no one ever shared my day

People push me by
Living lies, living there lives,
But its ok,
No one will ever share my day

People close there eyes
Believing the lies in the back of there mind
But here’s a truth the needs to be said
People are alive
But

Love is dead

***

«Gone Forever» by Dane Yule

I miss the times when you were here,
Telling me to have no fear.
To hold my head up high and strong,
Add happy notes to my sad song.

I miss the way you look at me
As if I were too blind to see.
The path I’m on might hurt and scathe,
But all goes well if you just have faith.

I miss the sound of your sweet voice,
Through bitter times a saving noise
That told me what was right and wrong
But rang in my ears for far too long.

A caring person, you were such
Who helped and hurt me, oh so much.
You’d guide and mislead me through the day
You left me lonely when I’d rather you stay.

Over things like that you had no control.
A rock set in motion will continue to roll.
No matter how hard you tug and heave,
You were always pushed and forced to leave.

Then one day you never returned,
My tears so hot they almost burned.
Aware now about what I lack,
But crying and mourning won’t bring you back.

For me to let out what I need to say.
I can’t do much more than pray.
No longer am I weak; my heart’s quite strong
From adding a happy chorus to a sad, sad song.

***

«I Feel Lonely Without You» by Hindy Nobody

When i don’t get to hear from you
I feel so lonely
When i don’t get the chance to see you
I feel so lonely
When i know you’re not there
I feel so lonely
When i’m sad, there’s no one to lean on to
I feel so lonely
When i’m thinking silently
I fell so lonely

There’s no one that i wanna be with apart being with u
I feel so lonely
There’s no one better than u
I feel so lonely
God why do i feel so lonely?
When i know i can’t come to u
As anytime, whenever as i want to…?
And why do i feel so angry….

God…

I wish i was with u
Each day’s been killing me
Looking at ur pics,
it brought back the memories
Shaking my head
How can i go through?
AzZ, there’s no one special except u
and i just wish i could show it to u

Missing u loads

***

«I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud» by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay:

Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they

Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—and gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

***

«Illusion Of A Fantasy» by Ice Vixen

Where do I go, which way do I turn
searching for that love I so desperatly yearn
fading memories of a past I’d soon forget
isolated and alone waiting for the one not met.

Is he just a vision or does he really exist
illision of a fantasy like a ship in the mist
the truth of it all remains to be seen
for in this moment of time I can only dream.

Laying awake I stare into the night
doom and dread surround, like the demons I fight
river of emotions flow like a swift moving tide
spiraling so fast downward I slide.

Will ever I find that peace, I do not know
breaking down more with each passing blow
desperation and pain a part of everyday life
words not spoken that cut like a knife.

***

«Kiss My Soul, Heal My Heart» by Avi Fleischer

I’m sitting here alone, my thoughts within the past,
Thinking about you, a love I hoped would last.
Your warm and tender heart that seems so far away,
This yearning deep inside me that I must obey.

Please don’t leave me here alone; you must understand
That a lost love is like footsteps in the sand.
So, kiss my soul just one more time; that’s all I ask of you.
And heal my heart that aches for you, as only you can do.

The truth is all I want to know; I seek it in your eyes,
But the only thing I see is that the truth is full of lies.
Hold me now; I feel my soul slowly fade away.
Let me know you love me too; your heart I won’t betray.

There is no place for me without you by my side.
A world without your love, the pain how can I hide?
I want to taste your lips, to feel your body rush,
And like a starving man, I hunger for your touch.

***

Moments that make up my life
seem to be empty
echoes of my own self loathing
plague me
they say I’m a fool

I feel the black dog barking at my door
persistent pain persistent voices
telling me I’m all wrong

a perfect isolation that tortures me everyday
the self scars upon my arm
remenants of pain that feels relieving

I speak to people, I feel detached
‘normalcy’ seems like bullshit

is it me or am I going mad
is it me or are they just full of it

***

«Lonely Night» by Bernard Shaw

A place by the fire in my old arm chair,
I am alone with no one my fire to share.
The crackling of logs burning bright,
Consoling me in my weary plight.
Shadows playing on ceiling and wall,
Ghosts past and present coming to call.
Outside the wind howls and moans.
Reminding me of my aching bones.
I am in the grip of melancholy deep,
Just past rendezvous I could not keep.

A fleeting glimpse of happiness long past,
With the echo’s of words spoken too fast.
A candle in the window to light the way,
To any lost soul that wants to stay.
All are welcome to a place by my fire,
This is my wish my one desire.
Loneliness is what I fear most,
I am willing to play the welcoming host.
Come along guided by my candle’s light,
And help me pass this lonely night

***

«Lonely Poetry» by Uriah Hamilton

I’m not weeping beside lilac trees
Because of my affection for the divine aroma
Of the majestic spring,
But because of the tall goddess I fear
I never again will see.

She moves through my bittersweet memories
Which tenaciously cling
To her brown shoulder-length tresses,
Her happily excited laughter,

Her intelligent conversations,
Her pensive eyes concealing a sadness
That was never revealed to me.

Why should a man be haunted
By a beauty that was never his?
Why was my soul made so appropriately
For such lonely poetry?

The days are long and tears fall like rain

When I’m all alone at sunset.

***

«Lonely Tear» by Sharmeen Azam

Dunes of the Sahara cannot muster
the clouds to be generous and
Pour its sorrow-ridden soul
Over the parched lips of the earth.
A hapless and helpless armor of a girl
cannot confide in the heavens
for a shower of tears.

Her eyes stopped feeling,
Her senses now deceive her,

Her thoughts are clouded; her touch is gone,
Her words don’t bear any meaning.

Tears come forth
With pain in the heart.
What do the eyes shed
when there is no tear to fall?
The pleasure of relief does not come
Because the pain remains,
In the sorrow-ridden soul

O So Lonely
Are the days gone by.
When others enter your life
Then you push them by.

O So Lonely
When you were in control.
To love them or leave them
You were ever so bold.

O So Lonely
While you sit alone.
No one is there
To make your house a home.

O So Lonely
After all the hearts you break.
Did you ever think it was you
Who you’d really forsake?

O So Lonely
When life was just a dare.
You didn’t take time to love
You didn’t try to care.

O So Lonely
Have you learned the rule?
That its not just about you
But it does take two.

O So Lonely
Why sit and contemplate?
While others enjoy life
Its never too late.

***

«Ode on Solitude» by Alexander Pope

Happy the man, whose wish and care

A few paternal acres bound,

Content to breathe his native air,

In his own ground.

Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,

Whose flocks supply him with attire,

Whose trees in summer yield him shade,

In winter fire.

Blest, who can unconcernedly find

Hours, days, and years slide soft away,

In health of body, peace of mind,

Quiet by day,

Sound sleep by night; study and ease,

Together mixed; sweet recreation;

And innocence, which most does please,

With meditation.

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;

Thus unlamented let me die;

Steal from the world, and not a stone

Tell where I lie.

***

«On Tears Lonely Lonely Cry» by Maria Sudibyo

On tears lonely lonely cry
You always shade on my mind
Even you had flied away
Left me alone in the night

On tears lonely lonely cry
No one can take that place
My first love you have to know
You’ve never gone in my heart

Oh why, oh why
I can’t forget your kiss goodbye
I want crying to you
Bring this pain from my life

On tears lonely lonely cry
My first love you have to know
The memory was closed
In my broken lonely heart

***

«One Is A Lonely Number» by David Harris

One is a lonely number
Two is company
One is the last word in alone
That’s what I’ve been since you left me
One is also in lonesome
The last word in it is me
Alone and lonesome
Seems that is all I’ll ever be

We were perfect together

So everyone said
We had everything going
Only good times ahead
Then without warning
or angry words said
You took the first train in the morning
Leaving me with bad times ahead

***

«Out Of Reality» by Michaela Tatualla

I don’t know how it came to be,
that I love someone like you.
I know you’re out of reality,
But my love for you is true.

I know that you are just a dream,
Never will be true.
But you put my life out of glum,
And in my heart there is you.

Loving you is like chasing rainbows,
Beneath the pale blue sky.
I don’t know how it goes,
And I really wonder why.

I tried so hard to keep this feeling,
Cause loving you completes me.
I just hope it will not reach an ending,
Cause it will lead me to tragedy.

***

«Sad And Lonely» by Taher Shemaly

As I started sipping
my daily lovely coffee
A race of memories just began in my mind
of old days, the hard and the easy
And looking at myself now with a tear in my eye
just to find myself sad and lonely

And as I walk down that antique street
where my old little house was meant to be
It feels hard to breathe just to know

that I am out of it now and maybe
maybe forever I would be like a rover
that tells stories of how sad I am and lonely

Those stairs I used to go up and down
everyday in fast rhythm used to be happy
In my room I used to stay most of the time
never thought that i would live in a tragedy
But words are not useful now
for sad I am and lonely

Though poverty was my company long ago
but riches couldn’t bring back honey
The honey I saw in my sweet old days
Days of the poverty and agony
Believe me my friend riches won’t give you a thing
But to make you sad and lonely

***

«Should Have Told You I Loved You» by Samantha Ganley

You said you didn’t love me.
You said you didn’t care.
You said I wasn’t worth it,
And then you gave me a stupid stare.

I told you that was fine.
I told you I didn’t mind.
I told you I wasn’t upset,
And with that you left me behind.

Now I think about what happened
As I cry myself to sleep.
I tell myself that I’ll be fine
And that I shouldn’t have to weep.

I tell my family I am happy.
I tell my friends I’m OK.
But what I really am feeling
Inside of me is starting to go grey.

I should have told you I loved you.
I should have told you to stay.
But you said you didn’t want to anymore,
And you turned away.

Now as we talk,
We joke, laugh, and play.
You think I’ve moved on,
While inside of me I am screaming, “STAY!”

You said you didn’t love me.
I said I didn’t care.
As I think about and regret it,
I know what we have we don’t share.

***

«Soul Mates» by Patricia A. Fleming

I searched but never found you.
The paths we traveled never crossed
And now my life is winding down,
And I fear all hope is lost.

I saved a place inside my heart.
You were often in my dreams.
But you stayed always at a distance
And just beyond my reach.

I wondered if you grieved for me
And felt that longing deep inside.
Did you search the world for me in vain?
Or did you let that need subside?

Oh, I had my share of love and loss.
I knew happiness and pain.
I loved and was loved in return
But that emptiness remained.

I missed you though we never touched,
And I knew you from the start.
Your soul was mate to my own soul.
You shared the beating of my heart.

Time passed, but still you never came,
Though I never let you go.
You were a gift that I was promised,
The greatest love I’d ever know.

I wondered if our eyes once met,
But we chose to look away
And settled on some other loves
And thus our destinies betray.

This life is cruel and fickle.
It can lead our hearts astray
And blind us to what matters,
Putting roadblocks in our way.

Our searching becomes futile
When distractions take control.
We can’t hear the pleading of our hearts
Or the desperation in our souls.

But you and I were meant to be,
Our souls met long ago.
So when the time is right for us,
Somehow, we both will know.

And maybe up in Heaven
Our souls will finally meet
And we’ll share our love eternally
And forevermore we’ll feel complete.

***

«The Last Lonely Night» by Uriah Hamilton

After a long season of heartbreak
And months of indecision,
After insufferable nights of tears
Reflecting on kisses once placed
On your gentle moonlight face,
My broken heart receives crystal clear vision:

When love has ended
And friendship wanes,
One must depart the city

Of all his shattered dreams
And find a new place
To begin again,
Unknown paths to tread
Where there is no fear
Of finding a perfumed handkerchief
You once kept
Or of running into a mutual friend
Who saw him weep
The last lonely night

He walked upon your street.

***

«The Lonely» by Bill Simmons

This thing that they call love
That so many are in search of
What some they may find and some lose in time
Only the lonely dream of

The lonely dream only of it one day in their lives
When that day comes they won’t toss it aside
The lonely they know and will cherish so
For only the lonely get it right

Love of so many descriptions
The art every part of the heart
Love when it comes to the lonely of one
They will hold on and believe not let it fall apart

I know that since I have found you
Somehow you reached out and found me
I know cause I know where it is I have been
The lonely has allowed me to believe

This thing that they do call love
This thing that so many are in search of
This thing that only the lonely they dream
I know, I once dreamed of your touch.

***

«The Lonely Angel» by James Taylor

The lonely Angel cries to herself,
Her head is hung low and her body is still,
She calls out into to darkness and hears her voice echo,
But there is no one else in her empty world,
She locks herself in afraid of what might happen,
Closes the illusive curtains and shuts the door to her feelings,
Her beautiful face has grown old with crying,
The perfect smile painted on her lips has been wiped off,
And her dreams and aspirations have all been erased.

She waits patiently for her walls of solid emotion to tear,
Her cares are not for money, power or enlightenment,
Instead love and care is all that seeks,
Memories whispered gently into her ears is all she has for company,
She lays naked with no clothes to protect her,
Her prayers are always for a light to guide her,
A small crevice created by her hope lets warm air upon her,
She sometimes huddles against this unique warmth,
And she knows that if she lets go of hope she will be cold forever.

***

«The Lonely Beach» by Linda Harnett

Oh, how I missed you, Lonely Beach,
Where I have left my soul,
The rugged rocks surround me,
I sit there, lost, alone.

Before me is the ocean,
The stormy Irish Sea,
It comes to me, I’m part of you,
And know, you’re part of me.

You send a wave to kiss my feet,
And then you back away,
You tantalise, you hypnotise,
You hold me, make me sway.

I grip the rock to steady me,
Lest I fall in too deep,
I’m lost in love for you now,
The way back now, so steep.

Another wave comes crashing,
Bestows a gentle kiss,
And now I get to taste you,
You linger on my lips.

I’m filled now with a passion,
For you, I can’t ignore,
I’m satisfied, contented,
And leave you on the shore.

***

«The Lonely Girl And Her Dog» by Justin Gildow

Onwards they go
The lonely girl and her dog travel along
Trying to find answers
Trying to fight for their lives
Trying to find a way to survive

Things aren’t well for them
As it’s just them against evil forces at work
Just them trying to evade or avoid the ultimate evils

The lonely girl andher dog know it’s not going to get any easier
Things won’t be easy as they continue to move along
But they have each other
And as they continue on
That’s better than nothing

***

«The Lonely House-Wife» by Donna Nimmo

He calls it love working paying the bills
Her staying at home alone, with no skills
The coldness in their house, like an artic freeze
She tries her best to him appease
Day in day out with the routine
She stays to herself, not often seen
The blinds stay closed, not much light
Shes accepted this, it is to be her plight
He gets off work, comes home and watches t.v.
The house so quiet, just him and she

They go to bed, each on thier own side
He no longer cares to hold his bride
In the morning he will go back to work
Once again she will be alone, where bad thoughts lurk!

***

«The Lonely Street» by William Carlos Williams

School is over. It is too hot
to walk at ease. At ease
in light frocks they walk the streets
to while the time away.
They have grown tall. They hold
pink flames in their right hands.
In white from head to foot,
with sidelong, idle look–
in yellow, floating stuff,
black sash and stockings–

touching their avid mouths
with pink sugar on a stick–
like a carnation each holds in her hand–
they mount the lonely street.

***

«The Stars Go Over The Lonely Ocean» by Robinson Jeffers

Unhappy about some far off things
That are not my affair, wandering
Along the coast and up the lean ridges,
I saw in the evening
The stars go over the lonely ocean,
And a black-maned wild boar
Plowing with his snout on Mal Paso Mountain.

The old monster snuffled, “Here are sweet roots,
Fat grubs, slick beetles and sprouted acorns.

The best nation in Europe has fallen,
And that is Finland,
But the stars go over the lonely ocean,”
The old black-bristled boar,
Tearing the sod on Mal Paso Mountain.

“The world’s in a bad way, my man,
And bound to be worse before it mends;
Better lie up in the mountain here
Four or five centuries,

While the stars go over the lonely ocean,”
Said the old father of wild pigs,
Plowing the fallow on Mal Paso Mountain.

“Keep clear of the dupes that talk democracy
And the dogs that talk revolution,
Drunk with talk, liars and believers.
I believe in my tusks.
Long live freedom and damn the ideologies,”
Said the gamey black-maned boar
Tusking the turf on Mal Paso Mountain.

***

«Thinking Of You» by Philicia A. Talamantes

I’m sitting here staring at the stars, thinking of you!
I feel so alone when you’re not around,
It feel’s as if the walls are coming down.
I close my eyes, and you’re here.
I see your face, feel your touch, and taste your kiss.
I’m constantly thinking of you.
When something goes wrong, and I’m down,
Thinking of you always brings me around.
When you’re gone, my world disappears.
Though thinking of you make’s me glad,
Being away from you makes me sad!
I’m thinking of you.
If you ever feeling alone just call on me I’ll be home.
I miss you so much I can’t bear the pain,
I only have myself to blame.
You’re the best guy I ever known,
I only wish I could have you for my own.
You stole my heart from the beginning,
Now you’re leaving. I’m thinking of you.
I’m so lucky to have you in my life.
I wish you could always be by my side.
Because you need to know.
You’ll always have a place here with me
From now till eternity.
I’m lying in bed
Thought’s of you spinning through my head.
And in the bottom of my heart
we will never be apart.

***

«What Is Love?» by Ronita Lee

What is love
and why does love never find me?
Instead, broken hearts surround me,
And once again the wrong man found me,
saying he wouldn’t hurt me,
but in the end he didn’t deserve me
What is love
and why doesn’t love know my name?
I prayed to God that it would change,
but true love never came.
What is love?
I ask myself time after time.
Why is love so blind?
or I shouldn’t waste my time.
I guess broken hearts are only made for me,
because love finds everyone else but love never found me….

***

«Where Do I Go?» by Lisa Griffin

Where do I go
When I’m feeling so lost and I don’t want to be found?
When I’m looking and listening for that peace in my heart.
But I know I’ll never hear that sound.
Where do I go?
Where do I go when I’m trying to laugh but all I can do I cry?
I’m trying to keep on living because I’m not ready to die.
Where do I go because the sun never seems to shine?
Can you give me my life back? It’s not yours, it’s mine.
How do I keep going, how do I fight this fight?
I’m tired of feeling beat down, but I’m trying with all my might!
Where do I go when my head hangs so low?
Please give me an answer because I just don’t know!
Where do I go?
Does it take very long
For me to find that peace and a place where I belong?
I need you to help me, help me to take a stand.
I’m scared to do it by myself; will you please take my hand?
Where do I go? Where do I go? Where do I go?
Do you know?

***

«Why?» by Carla Peters

Why do you tear me down
When all I do is build you up?
Why do you hate me so much?
Why do you deny my touch?

Is drinking that important
and family so expendable?
You call me names
and tell me I’m the one to blame.

It’s all my fault.
I deserve a verbal assault.
Not a bruise on my body,
only scars on my soul.

I am alone.
I am scared.
I’d be better on my own.
What happened to the love we shared?

I am fat, a slut, a whore, a liar,
when all I am is a crier.
You say I’m not faithful,
but it’s our relationship that’s not stable.

I don’t deserve this.
I am a good person.
Let’s try a kiss
to release my burden.

When will you stop?
Stop the drunken arguments that mean nothing.
I am tired, I am wore out, I can’t go on
knowing I am not on top.

I want to mean more than a liquid you pour down your throat,
the one that drives people away from you.
Does it mean that much to you
that you have to see all you can lose before something means more?

I love you with all my heart and soul,
But I am tired –
tired of being put last
when you are so wired.

You have to know my every move,
but what do you do for me?
I don’t ask much,
just asking for you to improve.

***

«You Wander As A Lonely» by Sylvia Chidi

Each day you wake up with a frown
Rumours keep spreading around town
That you’re suffering a mental breakdown

A solitary walk you walk
A lonely talk you talk
As you wander as a lonely

You wander as a lonely at night
You wander as a lonely on sight

You wander as a lonely at day
You wander as a lonely and pray
You wander as a lonely each day

Slow down, slow down
Shut down, shut down
Shutdown the lonely before you drown

Embrace your friends with warmth
They can give you assistance

Deliver you from your lonely existence
You keep fighting love
Bending it around like a curve
With your glowering face
Reserving only a lonely place,
Halting happiness to arrive in your life

Do you ever stop to wonder?
Do you ever stop to ponder?
Are you the reason for the lonely blunders?

Slow down, slow down
Shut down, shut down
Remove from your head that lonely crown

You wander endlessly as a lonely
Searching for a spot called homely
But your face is missing that vital smile called lovely

Grandad

July 25, 2022October 23, 2021 by Stefunina Mariya

Grandfathers are the most important men in kids’ lives, after fathers, of course. They instill human values and the kindest qualities in the character of very young children. Well, sometimes they are happy to find a joint activity with the children. They have a special pastime with grandfathers based on trust. It includes interesting games and deep conversations. Send your grandfather one, or better several poems from this selection. And believe me, he will be very pleased.

«A True Hero» by Julie Mills

What makes a man a hero?
I’ve often thought this through.
It’s someone who is macho?
It’s someone who is true?

No, that is not a hero.
He’s just a simple man.
Always there when things go wrong
and who does the best he can.

He lends a strong shoulder
To ease the flow of tears
He holds high the lantern
To drive away your fears.

His smile was just enough
To give encouragement.
His frown more than adequate
To make one soon relent.

When some had need of guidance
His ears he’d freely lend
Advice came in abundance
You chose, not him could you offend.

He had no need of medals
Or glory this is true.
That’s why, dear Grandpa
Our hero has to be you.

***

«A Very Special Man» by Mynda Residori

Many words to speak about a great man that we call Pop.
He never told my boys no,
And his love will never stop.
I have known him just eight years, but a lifetime in my soul,
And every time I saw him I never thought he’d go.
So many happy times, and so many possum grins,
So much he will be missed from all his family and friends.
He loved everyone that’s here, and some he never met.
A man of patience and kindness, I know we won’t forget.
My boys loved him dear, with just a bushel and a peck,
And never could they leave without a hug around the neck.
My husband was his grandson.
Pop always called him grand.
Then came along Ty and Dill,
Now they’re his biggest fans.
It’s hard to say goodbye
To a person I knew so great.
I wish I could have said goodbye,
but I guess I was too late.
Maybe he is listening to what I have to say.
I’m sure he will be there every night when I lay to pray.
Now that it is over,
He has flown to up above,
I know that he will be happy,
with the fulfillment of God’s love.
We let you go,
In any way that we can,
But please know that you will be missed,
Because you were a very special man…

***

«Definition Of Grandpa» by Bobbie R Bringold

Having an answer for every question,
Understanding more than I ever knew,
Glad to help relieve any form of stress,
Happy no matter what there was to do.
Placing fake bets on silly horse races,
And always with a smile.
Trying so hard to make everyone happy,
Regardless of an extra mile.
Intentions always on the good side,
Careful to always say the right thing,
Knowing more than we’ll ever know, but
Maybe he’s above us with a pair of wings.
Unlimited love to us he gave,
Living life one day at a time,
Having difficulties to overcome
Oh, if life were as easy as rhyme.
Leaving us wasn’t his choice at all.
Loving us forever was,
And in our hearts he remains,
Never again to leave us.
Dearest Grandpa, you’re always missed and are forever loved.

***

«Granddad» by Jessica Styles

The smile on your face is a lasting memory in our hearts,.
Nothing in this world, not even life or death, can keep us apart.
You have always been the one we went to for advice,
Whenever we were just upset, or even just a bit uptight,
You always seemed to know the right thing to do and say,
But don’t worry, you’re still the one we go to,
We’ll be together again one day,.
We want to say thank you for being the best that you could be.
You’re our confidant, our best friend, the head of our family.
Now it is time that you can finally stop worrying about us.
You can relax, have fun, you no longer need to fuss.
We know that if we need you, you’ll be here by our side.
We do believe that even though you’re not here with us,
This will never be goodbye,
We love you and the happiness you have given us will last a lifetime.

***

«Grandfather» by Josh Davoll

Ephemeral isn’t beautiful unless it’s beautiful and beautiful.
And beautiful isn’t this unless it’s this.
And beautiful.
And Literature is the water in the ocean,
as the ocean gathers sunshine for Grandfather, who is beautiful.
Grandfather is the man in the ocean who was there.

Those who gather literature this autumn in the ocean
are not beautiful and are not men or ephemeral men
nor are they there in the ocean with Grandfather,

but are beautiful for Grandfather – but fleeting.
This lollipop is fleeting but also not a toy.
It’s a lollipop.
It’s this.
This is not a toy lollipop,
but was a lollipop when Grandfather was a boy and beautiful.

***

«Grandfather» by Amrita Brahmo

I once had to write an essay in school,
and I put together bits and pieces.
From my father’s occasional statements
and my aunt’s ramblings full of appreciation,
and I carefully constructed you.

You, who’d take long walks without telling anyone
when he’d be back, who’d get annoyed at people
who didn’t use logic. You, who sounds so much
like me. You, Grandfather, who loved

my sister, and never even knew me.

It seems unfair that some people should have
stories, and that I should have to make one up.
They say I’m a good storyteller, Grandfather,
did you know? Did you know that there would be
a walk you’d never return from?

Did you know that your wife would teach a child
to converse like you did, and find you in her again?

And years later, your blood would amble along
those very streets, in search of the home
you never came back to.

It makes for a good story, doesn’t it, Grandfather?
Deep down, I think you’d approve.

***

«Grandfather Clock» by Joseph Narusiewicz

Banished like ivory with no blood
Gray swamps in Manchester crowds
Bits and pieces of the new stained glass
Now I am one of the lost

We gather together frozen in life
T S Elliot was too cold for me
Yes the “Ice man comes”
Sleep, the old photos have eyes

Someone lights a candle
We see we are all alike
Do you really believe in prayer?
We all stare at the grandfather clock

***

«Grandfather Memories» by Benay B Ford

I wish you were here, but now you are gone.
When times got tough, it was hard to carry on.
I think of your jokes, laughs and smiles.
I can remember when you and I used to ride for miles.
When I was six years old you would drive me to school.
I’d think, “Gosh, riding with Papaw, isn’t this cool?”
And of course we would always stop at the store.
But I always wanted Papaw to drive a little more.
Papaw, I now have four children that I wish you could have seen.
They are something really special and make a real good team.
You lit up my world and put a lot of love in my heart.
I still feel you and I aren’t very far apart
Because I know that you are the angel that watches over me,
After all, there is no one else in the world I would rather it be.
I still miss you and wish you were here.
I only have to think of you and shed a big tear.
He had to take you home so you wouldn’t suffer any more pain.
Now you are in heaven and we can’t sit on the porch anymore and watch it rain

***

«Grandfathers» by Chris Ernest Nelson

One beat of the drum each year.
One pluck of the string in a century
For this song is carried by the dense fog
and its melody sweeps in with
the breath of the cold Pacific deep.
No man can hear the song embrace the giant forest
with its ancient throbbings and the crystal bells
of sunlight that swirl at the steady feet
of grandfathers
as old as the calendar itself.

The solemn white-capped mountains
applaud the spectacle below,
as the great stands of redwoods
their green arms embracing,
sway to the rhythm of the seasons,
bow only to the beat of the drum.
This is the music of their private dance.
Their tribe knows that which endures
the millennia

and stands guard over our dreams.

***

«Grandfather’s Clock» by Whitney Albright

Papa’s feet would rock
To that old grandfather’s clock
We’d listen to the ticks and tocks
Of that old grandfather’s clock

Across from him I’d be
Sipping sweet iced tea
With my leg crossed at my knee
As still as I could be

I’d tilt my head back to the ceiling
Try to savor the feeling
Of time’s unchanging healing
And moments so revealing

Oh, the way that pendulum swayed
Reminded us time was ticking away
But it froze there a moment that day
Impossibilities, they find their way

Years and years have left me hence
And all to my expense
Moments of Papas’ two cents
Lead me through the present tense

But, oh if I could turn back the hands of time
All of its ticks, tocks, and chimes

If at any memory, I would be
In a sunlit room with my iced tea
There with my Papa at ten past three
Where time stood slow and still for me

***

«Grandpa’s Way Of Love» by Mary Beth Graves

Grandpa, so thin and a twinkle in those
Sparkling blue eyes.
When you looked my way, I felt so loved
With you every day.

As a little girl, I followed your steps,
We ate butter and crackers by the fire
At night.
You loved to make me smile, you said I was your guiding light.

We went fishing, and filled up the pail,
As soon as we arrived home,
You bragged, “Look at all the fish she caught.”
You made me feel so proud.

Anything you would do to make me laugh,
Vaulting over fences at the farm,
Landing in mud puddles and singing Jim Dandy,
My favorite song.

You said I was smart, pretty and so kind,
So, I grew up that way,
Thanks to you, Grandpa,
A quiet fiercely loving man so kind.

As I grew older, and we had coffee
At the kitchen table, and troubles were on my mind,
You would grin and say, You don’t have to
Carry the world upon your shoulders, babe,
Now tell me what’s wrong, and part of that world is mine.

***

You have been out of my life for 2 years now,
But it seems like a lifetime
I remember how you always used to say
Never say goodbye, say see you later

Well, I said see you later a million times
When you were laying in that hospital bed
Well, I wish I could see you now,
Or when I had the hardest time of my life
On March 26, 2008

I know you were looking down on me
Then and you are looking down on me
Now and telling me that it is okay
But it feels like everything falls
Apart when you’re not there.

Everyone says it is bad to bottle
Things up and that if I need to cry I should
I don’t like crying in front of people
You were the only one, I couldn’t care less
If I cried in front of

I had you there to comfort me
When I was sad
But when you died everything
Fell apart because I didn’t
Have you to comfort me anymore

I have always wondered, Grandpa,
How is it in heaven?
How is being back with Grandma?
I miss her a lot too…tell her I love her
And I haven’t forgotten about her.

I hope one day we can all reunite
In heaven and have it like old times.
And I will be your mermaid turkey.

***

«Memories Last A Lifetime» by Benay B. Ford

My Shepherd was the greatest man,
He does things no one else can,
He carries me in his arms,
His words were tender and warm.

But how he isn’t anymore,
I am now living in terror,
I now watch every step I’ve tread,
Ever since my shepherd was dead.

***

«My Last Visit» by Alexis Abraham

It’s time
to say goodbye.
I’m so upset,
my mouth has gone dry.

Slowly I bend over
and give you a kiss.
Your blue eyes filled with sadness,
the time I spent together I will miss.

When I pull away,
This pain is in my heart.
I don’t want you to leave me,
I don’t want to be apart.

Sadly, I know
this goodbye means forever.
We have so many memories
that I will always remember.

The drive back home
was the saddest I ever had.
I cried so hard,
I felt so bad.

I prayed that God
would let you stay.
But eventually He took you
far away.

It’s all for the best,
I learned to face.
You are free from pain,
and in a better place.

Your memory is alive,
to this day.
I love you so much, Poppi
even though you’re far away.

I know you look down on me
and still love me with all your heart,
a bond so strong,
it will never break apart.

Please remember me,
and all the good times.
For I love you so much,
I put it in rhyme.

***

«Ten Times A Great Grandfather» by Francis Duggan

Time on old Billy beginning to show
The man from the hill of the dark pale eyed crow
In his early eighties he has lived for many years
But for what was he has shed his last tears
Ten times a great grandfather Kate the love of his life
She is in the cemetery his devoted wife
Three years ago of cancer she passed away
For him her death remains his saddest day
In his two bedroom unit he lives on his own
Of happier days in his life he has known

On nice evenings in the park walking him i do see
He always smiles and says hello to me
Balding his hair it is silvery grey
Far from where he first looked on the bright lamp of day.

***

«The Definition Of A Gentleman» by Gary Bowdery

The definition of a gentleman is clear to detect,
it’s one of warmth love and respect.

When you’re feeling low they will understand,
like they have the answers in the palm of their hands.

The kind words that are often spoken,
to their trust that is never broken.

To the warmth of their smile from the shake of their hand,
that says more than words ever can.

I’m not talking about pulling out chairs or opening doors,
it’s the knowledge that you’re never far from their thoughts.

With wings of hope, they will always catch you,
if money was love, they’d make you richer.

I think we should learn to be just like these beautiful human beings.

They’re from a generation that is becoming a great loss,
where simple things like manners had no cost.

So we should help this new generation and keep them from harm,
and teach them the definition of a gentleman is….Patrick McMahon

***

«The Grandfather» by Catherine Habbie

He lived all alone in his secluded room
That no one was even allowed to broom
At evening vespers his silvery hair flared
But not a word said anyone, nobody dared

He had his quirks that were really perks
He developed new ones each day
But not a word anyone dared to say
In the end he always had his way

No one tried to look within
See the heart of gold that was well hidden
The cries of wars, the cries of pain
Cries of days lost in vain

The brilliance was easily forgotten
By people who couldn’t get into his skin
He trudged along as an unsung hero each day
He kept his thoughts locked away

He read, he wrote but rarely spoke
Glared everyone with piercing looks
People even mistook him for a spook
Always lost in his old books

But when he bellowed
The earth shook
And took cover in the nearest nook
Why he never even left the poor old cook

Then one day his eyes turned yellow
Why he had begun to turn mellow
On his perch, he now had a little fellow
The chubby little cherub instead bellowed

The grandson sat on his wooden rocking chair
Each day, each morn, only he would dare
Watching the old man in his lair
Now the old man slowly began to care

He laughed, he cried
He did his best, he really tried
Why the onlookers nearly died
When the old man at last sighed

To the charms of the little one he gave in
He couldn’t help it he had to cave in
He soon forgot all his sins
The young and the old were like long lost twins

Each morn, each night they were together
The house was filled with mirth forever
No one cared about the noisy din
The old man had finally found his kith and kin

***

«The Great Grandfather» by Charles Lamb

My father’s grandfather lives still,
His age is fourscore years and ten;
He looks a monument of time,
The agedest of aged men.

Though years lie on him like a load,
A happier man you will not see
Than he, whenever he can get
His great grandchildren on his knee.

When we our parents have displeased,
He stands between us as a screen;
By him our good deeds in the sun,
Our bad ones in the shade are seen.

His love’s a line that’s long drawn out,
Yet lasteth firm unto the end;

His heart is oak, yet unto us
It like the gentlest reed can bend.

A fighting soldier he has been-
Yet by his manners you would guess,
That he his whole long life had spent
In scenes of country quietness.

His talk is all of things long past,
For modern facts no pleasure yield-
Of the famed year of forty-five,
Of William, and Culloden’s field.

The deeds of this eventful age,
Which princes from their thrones have hurled,
Can no more interest wake in him
Than stories of another world.

When I his length of days revolve,
How like a strong tree he hath stood,
It brings into my mind almost
Those patriarchs old before the flood.

***

«The Way We Are Bonded Grandfather» by Sinead Harris

Beautiful blue eyes with serenity of the sea,
Reflection of the skies on a bright and sunny day,
My little hand in yours, my protector and my guide,
Don’t walk too fast, Granddad, for I am by your side.

My eyes are your eyes and your heart is my heart,
We share so much likeness we were never apart,
You would tell me your stories of the Vietnam War,
I felt all that pain as the enemies kept score.

Big strong shoulders not just to carry me but to carry the world too,
The strength inside of you for all you went through,
The peace you gave me knowing you would always love me,
And the kindness and happiness you gave me and I gave you.

No fear do you have or grudges do you hold, my big strong hero
So brave and so bold, a firm hand to hold me, a firm word shows the way
Your little girl forever it’s the way it will always stay

The bond that we have I have never seen or felt before
My face would light up when you would walk through the door
You tucked me in bed then turned off the light but I wasn’t scared
Of the shadows in the night

For I knew it was you keeping watch over me, no harm and no badness
Would you let me see, safe in your arms untouchable it seems
After God took you away it was all in my dreams
And all that is left is my memories of you
I know you are with me and in my heart; I’m with you too.

Beautiful blue eyes with serenity of the sea,
Reflection of the sky’s reflections of me,
My little hand in yours, my protector and my guide,
Don’t walk too fast, Granddad, for I am by your side.

***

«The Way We Were Our Bond» by Sinead Harris

My eyes are your eyes and your heart is my heart,
We share so much likeness we were never apart,
You would tell me your stories of the Vietnam War,
I felt all that pain as the enemies kept score.

No fear do you have or grudges do you hold, my big strong hero
So brave and so bold, a firm hand to hold me, a firm word shows the way
Your little girl forever it’s the way it will always stay

Beautiful blue eyes with serenity of the sea,
Reflection of the sky’s reflections of me,
My little hand in yours, my protector and my guide,
Don’t walk too fast, Granddad, for I am by your side.

***

«To My Grandfather» by Georgia Harkness

A giant pine, magnificent and old
Stood staunch against the sky and all around
Shed beauty, grace and power.
Within its fold birds safely reared their young.
The velvet ground beneath was gentle,
and the cooling shade gave cheer to passers by.
Its towering arms a landmark stood, erect and unafraid,
As if to say, “Fear naught from life’s alarms”.
It fell one day.
Where it had dauntless stood was loneliness and void.
But men who passed paid tribute – and said,
“To know this life was good,
It left it’s mark on me. Its work stands fast”.
And so it lives. Such life no bonds can hold –
This giant pine, magnificent and old.

***

«Together Yet Apart» by Kyra Lee

It’s gotten harder and harder
since the day you went away
but still people keep telling me
everything shall be okay

I know deep inside
that it’s better up there
but we’re not together
which makes it unfair

Seems like yesterday
that we were together
then I opened my eyes
to realize gone means forever

It hurts and it aches
it’s slicing my heart
for the rest of my life
we shall be apart

I’m waiting for the future
hoping to see
that when I die
You’ll open up those gates for me

Having a Poppy
with a heart made of gold
is my favorite treasure
which will never grow old

Family reunions
will never be the same
’cause you’re not there with us
to be stronger I aim

Your chair at the table
is empty and cold
you need to come home
I need someone to hold

Now that you’re gone
I have novone to run to
Am I doing this right
please send me a clue

I don’t understand
the meaning of life
I can’t get this right
Keep getting in strife

Do you know
How much we all love you
Do you realize
How much I trust You

You’re officially gone
But forever in my heart
You and me Poppy
together, yet apart

***

«Treasure Remembered» by James M. Carr

For all the stories that were never to be told,
Back to a time when I was a boy so long ago,
I knew a man whose kindness touched the hearts of many,
And he would often be the first to lend you his last penny,
Yes his heart was pure gold forged from out of love,
Right from the hands of the almighty who sits high above,
There were times I must have driven him crazy as if he were my toy,
With all my “want to’s” and “why not’s” when I was a boy,
He loved and cared for all those that he knew,
His family, friends and most of all you,
Many happy memories I carry within my heart,
Vowed never to forget and never to be apart,
As a boy I would look up to this man with great awe,
For you see he was my friend and he is my Grandpa.

***

«True Hero» by Julie Mils

What makes a man a hero?
I’ve often thought this through.
It’s someone who is macho?
It’s someone who is true?

No, that is not a hero.
He’s just a simple man.
Always there when things go wrong
and who does the best he can.

He lends a strong shoulder
To ease the flow of tears
He holds high the lantern
To drive away your fears.

His smile was just enough
To give encouragement.
His frown more than adequate
To make one soon relent.

When some had need of guidance
His ears he’d freely lend
Advice came in abundance
You chose, not him could you offend.

He had no need of medals
Or glory this is true.
That’s why, dear Grandpa
Our hero has to be you.

***

«What Is A Grandpa?» by Jessica Shaw

What is a Grandpa?

A grandpa is a father; a grandpa is a son.
A grandpa is a husband; all grandpas are loved.
Some grandpas have hair, while others are bald.
Some grandpas fish, and others like hunting.
A grandpa can be more than just a grandpa though.
A grandpa can be a friend who knows how to have fun.
All grandpas are special to many other people.
But no other grandpa is just like mine.
Grandpas are unique in many different ways.
No two grandpas are alike.
My grandpa might not be like he is now,
But even if that happened I know one thing that’s true.
My grandpa will always be a special person to me.

***

«You’re Gone Now» by Kimmi Lewis

I didn’t know you very well,
But I knew you were Pop.
I really miss you every now and then.
And I will never stop.

I wonder how life would be
If you were still here,
If we would all be happy again,
But I know you are always near.

Looking down from where you are
I hope you’re proud of me..
We all really love you,
And I hope the love is what you see.

My family has parted
ever since your death,
But maybe that’s how it’s meant to be,
set off for living life the best.

We will always remember you,
Just know you’re in our hearts.
We will always care for you,
We will never be apart.

Fear

August 1, 2022October 21, 2021 by Stefunina Mariya

Fear exists in everyone’s life. It can be great or unessential. But do you know that it disappears when you start doing what you are afraid to do instead of thinking about it? A man is able to conquer fear by only being face to face with it. We invite you to read how poets have described this experience in their short poems.

Don’t fear death in earthly travels.
Don’t fear enemies or friends.
Just listen to the words of prayers,
To pass the facets of the dreads.

Your death will come to you, and never
You shall be, else, a slave of life,
Just waiting for a dawn’s favor,
From nights of poverty and strife.

She’ll build with you a common law,
One will of the Eternal Reign.
And you are not condemned to slow
And everlasting deadly pain.

***

«Fear» by Sara Teasdale

I am afraid, oh I am so afraid!
The cold black fear is clutching me to-night
As long ago when they would take the light
And leave the little child who would have prayed,
Frozen and sleepless at the thought of death.
My heart that beats too fast will rest too soon;
I shall not know if it be night or noon, —
Yet shall I struggle in the dark for breath?
Will no one fight the Terror for my sake,
The heavy darkness that no dawn will break?

How can they leave me in that dark alone,
Who loved the joy of light and warmth so much,
And thrilled so with the sense of sound and touch, —
How can they shut me underneath a stone?

***

What causes the fear that people feel,
When there scared and have to face the truth.
What cause that fear that people feel,
When there in love and have been hurt.
What is it that there afraid to face,
When fear is at the door.
Do they think that they can just walk away and not face it head on.
Because when you turn your back on that fear,
It follow’s you night and day.
It creeps up when you least exspect it, and haunts you everyday.

Fear is just another diease that’s waiting to be cured.
But the cure is not in a bottle, a vile or a store.
The cure is made from what’s inside you.
The courage that you have.
But to use it, you must believe that fear is not all that you have.
Use what courage you can, to bring yourself forward and stand tall.
And the next time your afraid, remember fear is never far from the fall.

***

«Fear» by Jennifer Cook

My fear of is losing you,
I don’t want to lose you,
I love you more then you love me,
After all these years I think I have finally have found you,
You make smile,
I feel like I can walk a thousand miles,
In water I am free,
In the sand I sank deep,
Deep into my thoughts of you,
Fear is the biggest thing I need to overcome,

I have been trying to open up,
No more I shall cry cause you are here to wipe away the tears,
You make my frown turn upside down,
You have made me the happiest girl alive,
To live, to breathe, to make you smile,
I was a nobody but now I am somebody to you,
When I am hurt or down,
You find words to make feel okay,
I want to be in your arms,
The thoughts of you makes me smile,

I want to overcome my fear of losing you.

***

«Fear» by Ray Andrews

The forest is quiet and birds don’t sing
It’s silence the hunters bring
The long tall grass and verdant trees
Lay silent until the predators leave

A twitch in the ear betrays the deer
He’s alert and ready to run
A summer storm of danger warns
As dangerous as the sights of a gun

A man in his dreams yells and screams
In a roiling landscape of fear
The floor of an elevator fallen away
In his dream he’s lost all that’s dear

A twitch in the eye betrays a sigh
We’re alert and ready to run
Life’s big storms of danger warns
Some think of the sights of their guns

Racing heartbeats that loudly pound
It’s the fear of the battle ground
The long tall grass and verdandt trees
Are ignored till’ the demons leave

***

«Fear» by Sharon Ashworth

Shadows moving through the darkness
Black is the night for added stress
An eerie glow from the forest beyond
A silky mist rising from a nearby pond
Strange sounds echoing off the trees
The sharpness of the night’s cool breeze
Cuts through me like a razer sharp knife
I try to run for fear of my life
It’s coming closer, I can see it
I run faster and faster and try to beat it

It catches up and looms over me
I close my eyes so I cannot see
It’s breathe across my face is so thick
The smell of it makes me sick
I can no longer run and hide
I must face this fear trapped inside
I have to take a stand and hit it head on
I open my eyes and find it all gone

***

«Fear Is Not A Fault» by Alessandra Liverani

Fear is not a fault
There’s no need to lay blame
Fear is not a fault
Though it can kill and maim

Fear is not a fault
And can be overcome
Fear is not a fault
Though it’s usually not much fun

Fear can tighten around and around
Your mind needs to be gently unwound
All the wrinkles and knots smoothed away
To make for a much more enjoyable day

***

«Fear Itself Is Undefined» by Bianca Flores

I lie on my bed, soaking my pillow with my tears.
I try to remember exactly what it is that I fear.
Is it the passing of time or the love that I lack?
Is it the mistakes that I’ve made or the fact that I can’t bring the past back?
What is it that I’m afraid of?
Why am I so scared?
Is it the people I’ve hurt or the people who’ve hurt me?
Am I afraid of everything that I can’t seem to see?
Is it the love of a friend or the loss of my family?
Is it the possibility that my life can end in a tragedy?
What is it that I fear most?
What do my eyes say I’m scared of?
Is it the sun that sets but won’t seem to rise?
Is it the hope that I have that always seems to die?
Is it the trust of a person that I cannot begin to grasp?
Is it all the memories of my horrid past?
Is it me?
Can it possibly be that the thing I fear most is the thing I can’t be?
The things that I try to understand?
The me that I try to be with when I’m feeling sad?
The person I’m expected to be? Is that what I fear?
I think the thing I fear most…is me.

***

«Fear No More» by William Shakespeare

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun;
Nor the furious winter’s rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney sweepers come to dust.

Fear no more the frown of the great,
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;

To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Nor the all-dread thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan;
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!

***

«Fear Not To Love, Fear Not» by Poet Dragon

I greet the burden of your soul
and wonder if your heart is whole
when one can hold it out to share
beware of love, beware.

From all this wretched hardship take
a lesson for your wisdom’s sake
the future holds its sorrow’s share
beware of love, beware.

A last and thoughtful parting word
to one whose broken dreams are heard
take comfort in the moment here
where you can love without the fear.

Fear not to love, Fear not!

***

«Fear Of Flying» by Theresa Ann Moore

I always swore that I would never fly
Then one day I asked myself, well…why?
Inhibiting fear kept me solidly grounded
Suddenly, knots let loose; I was astounded

I realized that we all have to die eventually…
Staying tied up doesn’t give life a guarantee
Opportunities for distant travel have appeared
With a nod, I got on an airplane that I once feared

With a prayer and hopes of a safe return to land
I have flown across the sea to merry old England
After an invite to California from a close cousin
I discarded my shivers and reconnected with kin

I have memories and treasured photos of the jaunts
Luckily, I am not a deceased crash victim that haunts
Overcoming fear enabled me to overcome the miles
I have replaced the dreaded doubts with smiles

***

«Fear Of Gods, Fear Of Death» by Alice Anne Gordon

Epicurus states our responsibility.
In all my meekness and volatility,
irresolute am I to appear.
But for him it was crystal clear
His thoughts on life and death.

Religion grasps at our own docility,
plays to the masses our susceptibilities.
He was, indeed, a pioneer.
It may just be strife and breath.

Is it beyond ignorant capabilities?
To pursue a fathomed possibility
that gods are just the last frontier
In modern man: imagineer.
No need for religion that brings hostility.
The atoms resume to be life and death.

***

«Happy Birthday» by Avia Cohen

I loathe this time of year:
A time intended for celebration,
But instead I detest.
All I hear is “Happy Birthday”
From strangers with perky smiles.

I cringe at every syllable.

Another year,
A whole year older.
Why do we have this outdated ritual?
Why do we continue to mark getting close to the end?
We rejoice something rotten
With something as sweet as cake.

We indulge in a big chocolate cake
With countless pink and blue candles
And sugary white frosting.
We sing this juvenile song
At the top of our lungs,
All to masquerade our true feelings of it.

We take a deep breath
And blow out the candles,
Grinning when we blow it out in one try.

We make a wish,
Playing along with the imaginary,
Pretending as we always have.

***

«I Do Not Fear To Own Me Kin» by Robert Louis Stevenson

I DO not fear to own me kin
To the glad clods in which spring flowers begin;
Or to my brothers, the great trees,
That speak with pleasant voices in the breeze,
Loud talkers with the winds that pass;
Or to my sister, the deep grass.

Of such I am, of such my body is,
That thrills to reach its lips to kiss.
That gives and takes with wind and sun and rain

And feels keen pleasure to the point of pain.

Of such are these,
The brotherhood of stalwart trees,
The humble family of flowers,
That make a light of shadowy bowers
Or star the edges of the bent:
They give and take sweet colour and sweet scent;
They joy to shed themselves abroad;
And tree and flower and grass and sod

Thrill and leap and live and sing
With silent voices in the Spring.

Hence I not fear to yield my breath,
Since all is still unchanged by death;
Since in some pleasant valley I may be,
Clod beside clod, or tree by tree,
Long ages hence, with her I love this hour;
And feel a lively joy to share
With her the sun and rain and air,
To taste her quiet neighbourhood
As the dumb things of field and wood,
The clod, the tree, and starry flower,
Alone of all things have the power.

***

«I Thank You» by Geraldina J. Tamayo

You kept it real.
You told no lies.
I trusted your words,
And you said that it was okay to cry.
Hidden from an ocean of lies from the
People closest to me…
But you, you revealed them all.
You answered questions never asked,
And you showed no regret,
And with that I thank you!
Wishing the truth were lies,
Expecting a laugh and you telling me
That it was all a
Joke!
The truth hit me, then stabbed me, then
Killed me a thousand
Times….
I cried that night with the never ending.
Thought of the truth…
I thought I knew my life, I thought I
Understood it all…
But you opened my eyes and unwrapped
The hurtful truth…
And I thank you for being there, to hold
my hand…through it all…
And I can never thank you enough for
opening the closet of skeletons…

***

«I Wish I Knew Who I Am» by Vincent Profaci

You tell me you love me
I tell you the same
I don’t know who I am
it’s a shame it’s insane

I want to love me and you
like I love my own son
Inside I feel dead
and I’m totally numb

I prick my finger
from a rose with a thorn
A reminder that our children
are of the purest form

A mirror reflection of body we are
The more I look the more that I scar
The more that I scar the better I feel
In this crazy world that seems oh so unreal

The whole world is my stage
it helps cover my fear
For we are all merely actors
according to Shakespeare

When I speak of the truth it feels like a noose
That’s slowly stretching my neck
And then when I lie the noose opens wide
And postpones the decent to my death

I feel so amused or maybe confused
Of the thoughts that run through my head
It’s just so unfair with these thoughts I compare
My whole life I just can’t stay ahead

Is it me, is it you
Is it life, is it truth
Is it destiny or time
Is it yours, is it mine

I don’t know, but I hope it comes soon
Because it HURTS

***

«Lively Hope And Gracious Fear» by William Cowper

I was a grovelling creature once,
And basely cleaved to earth:
I wanted spirit to renounce
The clod that gave me birth.

But God hath breathed upon a worm,
And sent me from above
Wings such as clothe an angel’s form,
The wings of joy and love.

With these to Pisgah’s top I fly
And there delighted stand,
To view, beneath a shining sky,
The spacious promised land.

The Lord of all the vast domain
Has promised it to me,
The length and breadth of all the plain
As far as faith can see.

How glorious is my privilege!
To Thee for help I call;
I stand upon a mountain’s edge,
O save me, lest I fall!

Though much exalted in the Lord,
My strength is not my own;
Then let me tremble at His word,
And none shall cast me down.

***

It’s not time to worry yet;
not even as screams loom above ash.
It’s not time to worry,
not even as bullets splinter glass.

It’s not time to worry yet;
though we barely make it by.
It isn’t time to worry
because it isn’t time to die.

You don’t have to worry
because you don’t have to fight.
Today it is our battle,
we haven’t gotten to the night.

It seems its always day here
because the fighting never stops.
We never go to sleep here,
we’re afraid to call the shots.

It isn’t time to worry yet;
that’s what dad said as he left.
It isn’t time to worry
but he hasn’t come back.

***

«O Fear» by Anisha Joseph

You made me run away
from those who loved me anyway.
You pushed me down into the vanity,
blindfolded me from every reality.

I thought I wasn’t good enough.
You made my existence so tough.
O fear, now I realize, it was all a bluff,
and you have already played enough.

I lost many opportunities,
and now that I am sure of my priorities,
I believe I will break through
as life always gives a next chance to you.

Remember to rise up, and it’s okay to fall.
This world around you can’t define you at all.
Be courageous, have an ambition.
Be ready to go beyond every limitation.

Building a wall of fear
will keep you in the dark forever,
keeping you unaware of
what you are capable of.

***

«Paranoia» by John Raines

I know you’re there.
Lurking in the darkness of the night,
Cowering in the shadows, avoiding the light,
Crouched behind the curtain or hid beneath the bed,
Awaiting the chance to dive into my head.

I know you’re there.
With your bloodshot eyes aglowing, never showing,
Watching me with a hunger, all the while knowing
I fear you most when the daylight’s gone,
With seemingly endless hours til morning’s dawn.

I know you’re there.
With your black heart pounding in your leathery chest,
Knowing too well I’ll get no rest
As you prowl my room like a ghostly haunt,
I know it’s my soul that you need and want.

I know you’re there.
You demon from Hell. I know you can tell
My fears are growing and beginning to swell
Like a ticking time bomb about to explode.
You sit patiently with your evils to unload.

I know you’re there.
You pitiless beast, ready to feed
On my every thought, on my every deed
I can feel you staring, glaring, carrying out your scheme
To enter my mind through an open dream.

I know you’re there.
No noise you make as you devise a plan for my soul to take
Back to the land of the living dead before I awake.
I won’t sleep, I won’t close an eye
As soon as I do I know I’ll die.

I know you’re there.

***

«Sea Of Pain & Fear» by Chris Boyles

If the sea could speak of broken heart and tears
if each wave could speak of shared pain and fears.
Will it tell of lost lives never to return home again
will it tell of sad faces sitting silently there in the rain.
Each crescendo of the waves against the rocks
feeling the pain of each life and all its hard knocks.
The rolling waves beneath the golden sunshine
the tide ebbs taking away tears of yours and mine.
Returning with the pull of the sun like a magnet
full of hope and beauty nothing does the sea regret.

For by the sea as you sit there and contemplate
will you fear no selfishness, ignorance or even hate.
As the sea breeze crosses your face and tears
so the sea beckons to take away all pain and fears.

***

«She Wears My Shoes» by Kathy Russell

She rode on my wings,
shared her dreams,
and lit my life with such a glow.
I was her protector, teacher and friend,
and will be her mother until my end
I made a lot of mistakes not knowing the cost in the end,
I never intended to hand down the same shoes my mother handed me.
But I see that is what I did.
And crushing all her dreams.
It has been over four years since we have last spoken,
but never a day passes that I don’t send my love to the stars above,
and ask for an Angel to open up their wings
and take my place and guide her to follow all her dreams.
She will always have a place in my heart that will never be replaced,
This is how a mother’s love was always meant to be.
I hope that someday our paths will cross again,
and I can hold her in my arms
and tell her I understand better than she could ever know
I understand what I did in passing the shoes to her.
If I could take it all back, believe me I would.
But, for now it’s out of my hands.

***

«Silent Fear» by Amanda Testino

Her face in fright silently waiting,
Conscious conflicts strong enough to lose her sanity,
The feeling of guilt and responsibility,
The games they play they play silently,

She waits with lighted cigarette thinking of possibilities,
Perhaps out of existence there is a strong sense of right and wrong,
Here, all that exists are bodies blood and raw,
Afternoon comes slowly to sleep is fear,

They fight for freedom for it is better to fight and die than live under oppression and fear,
Young men waiting, survivors they are,
Perhaps they survive as the chopper comes,

Those survivors are shot, shot on the ground,
Fear of dying silently waits, you light a cigarette waiting for the break of day.

«Song: Fear Of Flying» by David Smith White

I’m trapped on an island, I know I can’t leave.
My grim fear of flying is like a disease.
Flights of the fancies, fly high and fly free;
but flights of hysteria, tremble the knees.

Bottles of water and brim jars of gel,
scare the bejesus with tall tales of hell.
Box cutters and nutters in trim apparel;
the devils and demons and all the hard sell.

I’m not a good flyer. A coward I be.
I’m hostage to panic as a cruel fate decrees.
I’m twitchy and hyper and so ill at ease,
I’m an ‘object of interest’ to airport police.

Ethnic profiling and big brother sleaze.
Mercenary spying and a degrading striptease.
The corporate surveillance that red flags the breeze;
my grim fear of flying is like a disease.

Lipstick and toothpaste and all things that smell
like the odd dirty secret, or the IM text well.
What’s next? Fly naked, so we all could just tell,
how real is the threat, that we so need dispel?

I’m not a good flyer. A coward I be.
No vestige of courage still remains to appease.
But the colours of terror are ramped up by degrees,
and my grim fear of flying is like a disease!

***

«Sonnet 9: Is It For Fear To Wet A Widow’s Eye» by William Shakespeare

Is it for fear to wet a widow’s eye,
That thou consum’st thy self in single life?
Ah, if thou issueless shalt hap to die,
The world will wail thee like a makeless wife.
The world will be thy widow and still weep,
That thou no form of thee hast left behind,
When every private widow well may keep,
By children’s eyes, her husband’s shape in mind.
Look what an unthrift in the world doth spend
Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;

But beauty’s waste hath in the world an end,
And kept unused the user so destroys it.
No love toward others in that bosom sits
That on himself such murd’rous shame commits.

***

He’s the hunter of utterance of destruction
He sleeps when I’m awake
I long to hear him whisper
To give my ears a break

His tongue is a loaded gun
Its barrel as cold as ice
And late at night when I am sleeping
His bullets strike me twice

His throat is stuck with reason
As he pulls back on his bow
He listens for a heartbeat
A sound he yearns to know

He’s the hunter of utterance of destruction
His target is a life
And when he sees me breathing
He sharpens every knife

His finger’s on the trigger
As I’m reaching for a pail
For all my blood to drain into
For to quench him in his hell

He’s the hunter of utterance of destruction
In confidence he soars
With every word that’s uttered
Through every vein that pours

There’s too much information
Too much noise in his brain
Then he digs a grave to put me in
When he sees that I’ve been slain

He’s the hunter of utterance of destruction
His voice is dark and deep
And death is all around him
When his words have gone to sleep

***

«The Secrets We Hide» by Tiffany Franklin

We struggle to have meaning
in this world, which we all know.
We try, but yet we wonder
where we all should go.
Hidden in the questions,
we cannot find
the answers. They’re are all hidden
deep inside our minds.
Hidden in our soul
is the life we try to hide,
but in time it will find you,
and it will release
all of its secrets hidden beneath,
so before it ruins the life you have made,
release those dark secrets,
and the memories will fade.
Hidden in our lives are stories left untold
of the things we didn’t want them to know,
but once you tell somebody
and make your feelings known,
the struggle will be over
and you’ll finally be home.

***

«The Way I Fear» by Robert Rorabeck

The way I fear
Her hand enjoys being held
In the nest of his fingers….
The way I fear
Her eyes make wishes to
See his reflection attracted
Toward her,
Like skipping stones
On a lake nearby he lies her down….
The way I fear

The conjunction of their lips,
The hybrid adjective expressing
The way they feel….
The way I fear
The secret compression of love’s
Bodies entwining the chains
Of their swings together
As they kiss….
The way I fear the pact
Between lovers

The new seasons in which
She grows away from me
To meet him by the old
Aqueduct clothed in mussels
And green algae
Glowing, the only light
That lies upon two bodies,
Taking a tumble on the whispering beach
The finest sport of humanity
That for its while defeats Death,
The silenced, senseless body
In the coffin
With it’s name in stone no one
Remembers
The way I fear

***

«Traffic Light» by Linda Grantham

This traffic light inside my head
Is always green and never red.
My thoughts, my dreams, and all my fears,
They all speed past my listening ears.

I close my eyes to block it out,
But inside my head they rush about.
I take a breath to slow it down,
But upon my face appears a frown.

My heart beats fast,
But my breathing slows.
I breathe in life
Then out it goes.

My body’s numb,
Yet I feel my tears.
I’ve lost count of the days,
The months, and the years.

This traffic light
Inside my head…
I’m scared of the day
When it turns red.

***

«Twinkle, Twinkle Little Fear» by Hanna Eardley

Fear is the strangest thing,
as it comes from within our heads.
But that don’t stop it tucking us in
when we’re safe within our beds.

What is it that you fear the most?
Is it the dark or lightning strikes?
What is it that you fear the most?
Is it the water, the greatest of heights?

For me, my biggest fear would be
losing that thing that we call “light.”
Not in the sense of being in dark,
but the kind that helps you fight.

That light you find within your eye,
the one that makes it twinkle…
That would be my biggest fear,
not to have that ’round to sprinkle.

I have used it on many a time
to pull myself back from the brink.
It scares me that one day I’ll need it
but it won’t be there, you think?

When I think of when I’ve used it,
I don’t see where the victim has been.
I see the end, when I climbed back out.
I see the strength that I found within.

But the twinkle is where it came from.
One day, lookin’ in the mirror to see,
passed the spots and the wrinkles,
to that twinkle staring back at me.

It is the twinkle that has lit my soul.
It’s the twinkle that showed my way.
Every time I had laid down to die,
that twinkle gave me another day.

So, without it would I notice
the person who hides in crowds?
Without that light to guide me,
would I end up amongst the clouds?

I fear that one day my twinkle
will cease to appear to me.
I fear that one day my twinkle
will not be there to help me see.

I fear I will have used it up
and that you only get so much.
And one day, when I need it again,
it won’t be there to use as such.

So, that would be my biggest fear,
to wake up one day to find
that I’ve used up all my twinkle,
and I’d stay trapped within my mind.

***

«Waiting For Truth» by Lilli Janzen

Wait, you say, but I want to know.
Wait, you say, but it’s just so slow.
Do I need to live with the questions
Or simply wait for your confession?

Who are you really in your mind?
Is it the key I need to find?
Do I accurately read your face,
Or is your grin quite out of place?

These answers won’t just come too soon,
And I just wonder how many moons.
You’ll keep me deeply in suspense,
Inviting questions more intense.

You have your reasons, I can tell
But waiting seems a living hell.
But I’m afraid to know the truth,
And knowing this I feel abused.

I know that rushing does no good,
And patience just may prove it would
Help me live with the unknown
Until the truth will then be known.

But truth arrives with revelation
That makes us contemplate our station.
Sometimes it’s better just to wait
Till we are fit to change our state.

May Spirit help us in our quest
To hear and understand the rest.
Once we are clear to know the truth
Life will advance and be more smooth.

Kids

June 7, 2022October 21, 2021 by Stefunina Mariya

Children’s poems accompany us all our lives… First, we listen to them with a sinking heart, then we are pleased to read them to our children and grandchildren. Poems for kids are easy to read aloud and simple to comprehend. Good poems for children teach them kindness, mutual understanding, respect for adults and friends, as well as care for the world around them

Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

God bless Mummy. I know that’s right.
Wasn’t it fun in the bath to-night?
The cold’s so cold, and the hot’s so hot.
Oh! God bless Daddy – I quite forgot.

If I open my fingers a little bit more,
I can see Nanny’s dressing-gown on the door.
It’s a beautiful blue, but it hasn’t a hood.
Oh! God bless Nanny and make her good.

Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed,
And pull the hood right over my head,
And I shut my eyes, and I curl up small,
And nobody knows that I’m there at all.

Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day.
And what was the other I had to say?
I said “Bless Daddy,” so what can it be?
Oh! Now I remember it. God bless Me.

Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Droops on the little hands little gold head.
Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

***

«Waiting At The Window» by A. A. Milne

These are my two drops of rain
Waiting on the window-pane.

I am waiting here to see
Which the winning one will be.

Both of them have different names.
One is John and one is James.

All the best and all the worst
Comes from which of them is first.

James has just begun to ooze.
He’s the one I want to lose.

John is waiting to begin.
He’s the one I want to win.

James is going slowly on.
Something sort of sticks to John.

John is moving off at last.
James is going pretty fast.

John is rushing down the pane.
James is going slow again.

James has met a sort of smear.
John is getting very near.

Is he going fast enough?
(James has found a piece of fluff.)

John has quickly hurried by.
(James was talking to a fly.)

John is there, and John has won!
Look! I told you! Here’s the sun!

***

«What Is Pink?» by Christina Rossetti

What is pink? A rose is pink
By the fountain’s brink.
What is red? A poppy’s red
In its barley bed.
What is blue? The sky is blue
Where the clouds float through.
What is white? A swan is white
Sailing in the light.
What is yellow? Pears are yellow,
Rich and ripe and mellow.
What is green? The grass is green,
With small flowers between.
What is violet? Clouds are violet
In the summer twilight.
What is orange? Why, an orange,
Just an orange!

***

«Wind On The Hill» by A. A. Milne

No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.

It’s flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn’t keep up with it,
Not if I ran.

But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.

And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.

So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes…
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.

***

«Won’t You? » by Shel Silverstein

Barbara’s eyes are blue as azure,
But she is in love with Freddy.
Karen’s sweet, but Harry has her.
Gentle Jane is going steady.
Carol hates me. So does May.
Abigail will not be mine.
Nancy lives too far away…
Won’t you be my Valentine?

***

«Wynken, Blynken, And Nod» by Eugene Field

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe,—
Sailed on a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring-fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we,”
Said Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew;
The little stars were the herring-fish
That lived in the beautiful sea.
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish,—
Never afraid are we!”
So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam,—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home:
‘Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
As if it could not be;
And some folk thought ’twas a dream they’d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea;
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:—
Wynken,
Blynken,
And Nod.

Crush

October 14, 2021 by Stefunina Mariya

A Hoping Crush

Your smile makes me smile,
Your laugh makes me laugh.
Your eyes are enchanting.
You make my thoughts seem daft.

Since the day I first laid eyes on you,
My feelings grew and grew.
In that first conversation, my knees clicked and clacked,
And those butterflies flipped and flapped.

And as I spill these simple rhymes,
My mind goes over time and time.
Why didn’t you ask me to dance
During that slow song of endless romance?

I hope this doesn’t seem to creepy.
Please don’t think my thoughts have flown too freely.
Just know that what I speak is true
And that I have fallen deeply for you.

By Parker C. Blair

***

A Little Crush

I don’t know how it started
I don’t know how he feel about me
All I know is that he is a stranger
I fell in love with a stranger

I don’t even know his inside life
His feeling about what he believes in
In what he will say after
After I told him I like him

Life is weird and bizare
Life have unexpected moment
I don’t know what is happening to me
All I know is that I’m in love

When I think about it
Over and over again
In my mind I’m thinking that I’m in love
When I think about it in real life
I say

It is just a little crush

By Gloria Rose

***

A Time To Give It A Shot

Your beautiful eyes,
Your warming smile,
Your wonderful country accent
Makes me smile.

I’m shy to talk to you.
Foolish, I don’t know why.
What to be scared of?
You remind me of stars in the sky.
Beautiful and bright,
You’re a joyful sight.

I don’t know you well
But wish to know you more.
Maybe go on a date
Or see a show, either one,
I’ll just be happy to know
That we gave it a shot
And didn’t just let it go.

By Tyler Holley

***

Another Crush

I don’t want to keep feeling this way,
Because each time I come closer, you move away.
I don’t want to seem desperate or clingy at all.
I just want you to catch me each time that I fall.

I’m so tired of always being that flirt.
I want more than just that but don’t wanna get hurt.
Can’t believe I knew you so well from the start.
Now I feel pathetic when you mess with my heart.

You’re just a good day and a stormy night,
Just another crush that leads me to fright.
You’re one of those traps I can’t seem to avoid.
What are you to make of me once my heart is destroyed?

By Anastasia Moser

You’re my apple of my eye
My heart didn’t lie
I’m ready to die
Just to gave you a pie.

Please, look at me
Because my day will be complete
When I see you in the street
Even a short time great.

I want you to be my baby
Also to be my girlfriend buddy
Because my life will be worry
If you do this every.

By Marvin Magno

***

Crush

Ug, his name will not get out of my head!
There is no escape, this I dread,

I wish there was someway to tell him,
Other than speaking from my own lips,

It has been a while since this all began,
Now he pops in my head, and fogs my mind,

I really want him to know,

I do not know how to tell him though,

I keep telling myself I will,
Then I see him and think better of it,

I sit here thinking,
Always about him, there is no end!

I do not want to be rejected!
But I rather not be pained, like I am right now.

By Lillianne Rosewood

***

Letters that made a word,
Words made those sentences,
Sentences that ended up as texts,
And every chat that brought me closer to you,
Defines the way i fell for you.

Liking builded up every second,
Day by day my heart weakend,
She is little different and little sweet,
I am just in love with her every tweet.

Life is so lively when online,
With her my mood too goes offline,
Dreaming she pops out of the messenger,
When I just click on the key enter.

Waiting for my lonliness to flee,
Longing for the day when she says she loves me,
And i’ll be with her everytime,
Rather then just being crush’ed online.

By Ritesh Ram Suvarna

***

Cyber Crush

On my mind scarily,
I am craving that which I have never tasted,
Wanting it to last forever yet it hasn’t began.
U are my secret addiction,

The opuim I am afraid to taste
for what if it is an illusion
A mirage heightened by the distance
or the fact that I cannot see your flaws

What if I am less than you expect
a fraction or less of your imagination
What if the sight of me is only attractive on the screen
yet mediocre in the flesh.

But still you make me smile,
Everytime I log in
I pray you are online.
Your jokes, your phrases, your concern
I feel your senses unfold with mine.

I am drawn to you
You know me, the deep me that I keep hidden
Its like you can read me
My every mood, my unspoken phrases
how do you do that without seeing me.

It scares me
how I have come to rely on you
how you do so much for me
trusting me yet the likelihood of you
walking past me is there

How do I say it
What do I say
I cannot explain it
I don’t want to explain it
I like it; and you by the way
skinny boy.

By Nancy Handabile

***

First Crush

We’ve all had a crush on someone,
when we were going to school, it
was difficult being around them,
without acting like, a perfect fool!
When you started a conversation,
it’s then you became tongue tied,
making you feel so embarrassed,
but alas…at least you tried! Why
was it, that every time they were
near, your heart, would skip a beat?

And it never failed upon walking away,
you always managed to trip over your
feet! No need to mention how awkward
you felt, as well as clumsy too, wishing
you could hide, as you realized, all eyes,
were watching you! This was quite a
dilemma, to be in, thinking to yourself, is
there a chance, that one day, you could
win!

By Audrey Heller

***

First Crush

You once sat on my wall and talked to me;
I was irked because you spoiled my silly game.
The tender age of twelve was what I’d be.
Aged thirteen and I just don’t feel the same.

Now you are a dream to teenage eyes.
Your dark good looks awaken teenage love.
I follow you, my head up in the skies,
I seek divine involvement from above.

If only you would turn and notice me,
Or sit once more and chat upon my wall,

How very very happy I would be,
You’ve grown so very handsome, lean and tall.

We sit in class, you turn and pinch my pen;
Oh joy of joys my world will spin again.

By Sherrie Lowe

And in Life’s noisiest hour,
There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee,
The heart’s Self-solace and soliloquy.
You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ;
And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart
Thro’ all my Being, thro’ my pulse’s beat ;
You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve
On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake.
And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,
How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love

By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

***

Love? No. Fate? I Think So

I knew the day we met
That we were meant to be.
I knew our fate was set,
That you were the one for me.

I didn’t even know you.
I only knew your name.
I wasn’t sure what to do.
I didn’t know who to blame.

I knew I found you attractive.
I could tell that you were nice.
The butterflies were so active
That I couldn’t think twice.

Everything I did that day
Didn’t show you who I am.
Every time you came my way
My heart began to ram.

My actions weren’t natural.
My reactions weren’t real.
I felt so very terrible,
But my heart I did not wield.

And when the group said goodbye to me,
My eyes were fixed on you.
I knew I was trying to see
If you felt the same way too.

I liked you when I saw your face,
But maybe it was the touch.
My heart had begun to race.
I already liked you too much.

I knew the day we met
That we were meant to be.
I knew our fate was set
As friends, as lovers, as enemies.

By Tammy Luu

***

My Crush

Sitting alone in this lonely hallway
As you can see there’s nothing left
Since I’m the only one here
I can finally tell myself
I miss you and love you
But everyone laughs I don’t understand why I must move on
All this frustration wont go away
All this anger wont make it better
I want to hit the walls and make the glass shatter
Maybe you’ll run and rescue me this time

Now don’t get carried away our I’ll fall into heavy waves
Look I miss you to death
I need time to gather myself

I lay at night
The ceiling stands white
Everyone already dreaming
I refuse to close my eyes till you come into my life.
My crush, my crush.

By Ice Johnson

***

My Crush

I cant help yearn for your touch.
Even though your not mine
I miss you so much.
Wishing I could be with you day and night
But you belong to her
So that cant be right
How could I compete with a beautiful girl like that
Look at her, then look at me
I’m just all ugly and fat
All I want is your lips against mine

Your warm touch
And our bodies intertwine
So for now I’ll love you from afar
But day I’ll express how special you are
So until then I will retain this rush
And until then you will only be my crush.

By Shelly Galloway

***

My Crush

My life is a mess,
My crush thinks I’m wierd.
I’ve been cut off from the world,
to drown in my fears.

You don’t like me, never have, never will.
I can stare but never be fulfilled.
How hard is it to smile back at me?
I won’t sting, I’m not like a bee.

Is it because your popular, and maybe I’m not?
I want to know what it is, coz I think your hot.
I may not be allowed to go, to do.
But i can change, if it means i get you.

My hopes and my dreams have fallen beside me.
I have to be who they want me to be.
Moulded and shaped, so I will please.
Doing what they want, before I collapse into tears.

By Stephanie Smith

***

My Crush

I don’t know how I’ll tell her, this girl I’m crushing on,
I keep peering over from across the room.
Such beauty that could ever be gone,
Radiating from her being, a flower in full bloom.

She’s my crush, this girl I love deep inside,
She makes me laugh, she makes me smile without thinking.
When she turns my way, I turn away to hide,
I hope she didn’t see me stare, now I’m blinking.

I keep looking over and she doesn’t see,
She doesn’t see how she makes me feel.
How even though so close, so far, she’s with me,
A fire in my heart with her smile to seal the deal.

My crush, this girl, she’s really quite something,
Everything she does just seems so right…
It was her person that started my crushing,
Since then she’s been the moon to my night, my light.

Guiding the way with her ever-present smile,
Always pushing me to do more, to be better,
And I always get it every once in a while…
Her inspiration, her motivation, my goal setter.

One day I’ll have her, she’ll be all mine,
I know she’ll be, I know it sounds crazy.
She always just gives me chills down my spine,
It can’t just be nothing, ‘cause without her things go hazy.

She’s my crush and I love everything about her,
Maybe I should just let her know, maybe I should…
Yes, I should, I must, it’s what I’d prefer,
I know I will… I should… I could…

But what if she doesn’t feel the same way about me?
How could I ever hope to compare to such beauty?
Look at her now, with those dark eyes, her cute nose…
Ah shit she saw me looking, I think she knows!

Oh but she’ll never know how she really has me go,
My heart burns with passion, and it’s only the beginning of the show.
We’ll now only just begin to a story ever after,
Filled with love, hope, and laughter.

By Casey Gochnour

***

My Crush

I have these feelings deep inside
Feelings that I have to hide
I don’t know if he feels that way too
And I don’t know what to do.
When we’re together, I feel uptight
When he’s around I feel so right
I dream about what we can do
And all the things we can persue
I yearn just to feel his touch
And when he leaves, I miss him so much

I want to feel his lips against mine
And feel our bodies, our hands, our fingers, intertwine
So for now I’ll love him from afar
One day I’ll express how special you are
So until then I will retain this rush
And until then I’ll contain my crush.

By SarahLaney Long

***

My First Crush

In the sea of faces I saw a face
All in a haze, so filmy
Nothing did I see clearly
But a pair of love lit eyes
Riveted on me
My heart skipped a beat
Did my face grow pale?
Or got coloured by a blush?
I lowered my eyes
And looked away

But I saw him advancing
Coming straight to me

My heart began to race
My breath got hitched
My lips went dry and parched
I didn’t hear what he asked
Words got stuck in my throat
When they came
They came out broken and raspy
I felt as if struck
By congenital paralysis
Unable to move my facial muscles
Either to utter a word
Or curve my lips into a smile!

Felt butterflies in my stomach
A tremor took over my hands and legs
Beads of sweat appeared on my brow
My mind went blank
The world came to a sudden halt
Forgot where I was
I got frozen in time

This is how I felt
When I had my first crush!

Not knowing the futility of adolescent yearning
For long, I juggled with his unspoken words
“I LOVE you!”

By Valsa George

***

My First Crush

Everyone can remember
Their first crush
Hands sweating
Heart beating fast

Wanting to be seen
By whatever means
Whether walking by
Or being introduced to them

Laughter too loud
Or words that falter
Moments of pure pleasure
To being embarrassed forever

I remember you
Being my first crush
Seeing you on the other side
Of that partitioned half wall

Feeling totally flushed
As my friends noticed
How I continued to stare
Unbeknownst to their glare

I will always remember
My first taste of lust
Of the person who was
My First Crush

By Linda Barnes

***

My Greatest Regret

I never showed my love when she was here.
Of her reaction I always had that fear.
Now she will no longer stay.
I never showed my love, and now she’s away.

I always wanted to look at her face.
I always wanted to be near her place.
I always had a feeling deep down inside,
A feeling I always had to hide.

I did what I could to hide what I feel,
To hide how my heart she can steal.
Why hide? I was always asking.
Now it’s time for unmasking.

Since I saw her, I wanted to be more than her friend.
Now that dream will forever end.
She was the first girl on which I had a crush.
To see her, I went to school in a rush.

She might seem normal to you,
But she’s a saint from my point of view.
I thought she was perfect for me,
But through my wish I wasn’t able to see.

I never told that girl how my feelings were.
I never showed her how much I care.
I regret not having that talk.
I regret not breaking that block.

By Hussein A. Termos

Your are the reason why I choose to write love poems
I have a crush on you boy
But I choose to keep it a secret
Bottling them up
And putting them away
Writing these words of love
I would rather have you as a friend
Than no one
Just let me see you smile
And you will see me smileI don’t want to see you sad

Because I will be sad
Just stay around me as long as you can
Let me continue to touch your hand
I am liking you more each day
I hate it terribly when we go our separate ways
I can not show it
I can not say it
Because I know we will never be
At the end of the day though, I am happy
Because I at least have you as a friend

By Pamela Mote

It’s been about a week that we met and its crazy how I get
I try to start a convo but I stumble all up on my words
I’m feelin’ you a little but to keep it quiet I prefer
Don’t wanna sound absurd
I’ll just wait a few more days to see what will occur

I heard a knock, I opened up and it was you outside that door
You came inside, just you and I, waiting for them to us assign
We talked a little while and I’m thinking to myself damn damn you is fine
The boss was calling me but I couldn’t even hear her speak; I’m sitting on cloud nine

We look into each other’s eyes and you got me blinded from your shine

When you left, my heart just kept, beating uncontrollably
Then finally, able to, calm it down a little bit
I see you from across the room; don’t know how to act, don’t know what to do
I’m just trying not to blush so you wouldn’t know that on you I have a crush

By Vanessa Roman

***

Secret Crush

A shooting star flew by
And you quickly came to mind
I knew once you walked into my life
You’re exactly what I needed to find

Our friendship flashed before my eyes
And a smile emerged on my face
I love each and every moment
Of your sweet enchanting grace

At first I liked our friendship
How we just trusted each other
How our friendship grew so strong
We were meant for one another

I was mesmerized from the beginning
By the words that you would speak
I couldn’t nor wanted to help
That you’d always make grow so weak

I’m not sure when it all started
But i began to fall for you
You had caught me in an unknown spell
There was nothing I could do

Over time my feelings grew stronger
And you’re all I could think about
My heart was beating only for you
No one else
And in this there was no doubt

I tried to get over it
Knowing it could never be
Knowing I was just playing with my feelings
Thinking you would fall for me

I didn’t tell anyone
Not even my best friend
Didn’t want what little had began
To come to an end

I kept my mouth shut
Trying to deny it to even myself
Pretending I didn’t have those feelings
Lying to protect myself

I couldn’t control it
I yearned for you so much
Didn’t want anything else
Except your gentle soothing touch

This love is starting to hurt
Pretending that it’s not real
Trying to put it out of my mind
Refusing to reveal

But as I see you more and more
It’s becoming harder to deny
Soon, I will no longer be able to refuse you
No longer able to keep up this lie

By Robin Danford

***

Secret Crush

I once had a secret crush
People say it must be lust
This man is so kind
He will really blow your mind
This crush just won’t leave me
Maybe one day, the feelings will be free
I want to make him understand
I want him to be my man
I don’t really want to push it
But after that really long kiss

I could no longer resist it
I love him so very much
But I feel I will mess up
If I tell my secret crush.

By Alexis Lea Deguzman

***

Teenage Crush

A teenage crush on a full grown man
It’s bad enough for the other
Fantasising on what he can
And even worse he’s a teacher
With hair like gold and eyes so stern
He knows he’s won me over
My mind’s too bessotted to learn
I wish he’d take me sober
I don’t know why I like him so much
Why my stomach flips around him

I want to experience feel his touch
Filling desire within me
A teenage crush on a school teacher
One that could never be
I suppose I just want to be swept up
Swept off my feet for something
I don’t want to feel so alone like this
Sometimes it hurts too much
I want to be so passionately kissed
I want to fall in love

By Emma Woods

***

The Sad Truth

The chaotic noise inside the class,
The live chit chat that every group has.
Yes, another semester is at hand,
Another great year is about to land.
Friends hug like there’s no tomorrow,
Happiness is in, no more sorrow.
I see new people walk inside the room,
New batches of friends are about to bloom.
But one person caught my attention:
A girl with this kind of perfection
Walks like a model on a runway,
A girl who stole my heart away.
Her eyes sparkle like the stars above.
That look she gives me that I really love.
Her smile takes my breath away.
I know that I won’t let her slip away.
I want to tell her what I really feel,
Wanting to tell her that this is real.
Oh, this feeling that I hate,
A feeling that would not obliterate.
Want to know about the sad truth?
That there will never be a “me and you.”
Yes, that is the sad truth
That you’ll never say you like me too.

By Evan Blackwood

***

Think Of You

Lying in a meadow,
Hiding in the grass.
Staring at the stars,
But a thought distracts me.
All I think about is you, and
The way you make me feel.

I love the way you smile,
I love the way you laugh,
I love the way your eyes glitter,
When you are standing in the light.

I love the way you we talk for hours,
I love the way you listen.
I love the way we stay on the phone for hours,
But say nothing at all.

I love the way you stand up for me,
I love the way you tease me.
I love the way you say hello,
Every morning I walk in.
Most of all I love the way you stay by me,
No matter where I am.

So next time when I am lying in a meadow,
And I’m hiding in the grass.
When I’m staring at the stars,
You will be beside me.

By Wesley Manning

***

Tucked In His Pocket

There he goes, walking with his friends.
Little does he know he’s got my heart tucked in his back pocket.
I stand there waitin’ for you to notice
That I’m crushin’ on you, boy, and I just can’t stop it.

He flashes a smile, and I melt like butter.
He speaks to me, and I can only stutter.

Here I stand, staring at my feet.
When he walks by, can he hear my heart beat?
It’s got its melody when he’s around.
He picks me up when I’m feeling down.

When he looks into my eyes and smiles,
Can he see how much he drives me wild?
He’s adorable and wonderful,
Incredible and unbelievable.

I wish I could tell him everything I feel.
His heart’s not the only thing I want to steal.
His breath, his kiss,
I wanna be the one he’ll miss.

When he closes his eyes,
Wanna be his last goodbye,
His most treasured
Forever…

By Abigail Fenlon

***

When I Had A Crush On You

When I had a crush on you,
You acted as if I did not exist.
You persisted to avoid my advances.
Some of them were innocently delivered.

When I had a crush on you.
You wanted to play hard to get.
At least that is how I interpreted it!
As you intentionally flirted with others.

When I had a crush on you…
You toyed with my emotions.
And put me through the best tests,
I have ever yet from anyone else I’ve met.

When I had a crush on you,
The last thing I expected…
Was to hear you say to me, ‘I do’.

And ever since marriage has happened to us…

I find myself rushing to the door.
After fussing and cussing in a rage,
Pacing the floor.

Wondering ‘where’ you kept your fangs,
And ‘how’ did that monster I see now…
Every other day,
Manage to stay away from my view!

When I had a crush on you!

By Lawrence S. Pertillar

***

When I See You

When I see you,
Your eyes sparkle while you say hi with the sweetest voice in the world.
When I see you,
My heart skips a beat, and I don’t know what to say.
When I see you,
Love and happiness fulfills my thoughts, and all of my troubles go away.
When I see you,
I wonder if you think about me as much as I think about you.
When I see you,
I daydream about the day we could say “I Do.”
When I see you,
All I want to say is, “I love you.”

By Roslyn Stevenson

***

Why Do You Think I’m Beautiful

I’m not pretty enough to be a model,
I’m not smart enough to be a scholar,
So why do you think I’m beautiful?

I’m not very book smart,
I’m not very good with art,
So why do you think I’m beautiful?

I hang out with the geeks,
Everybody calls us freaks,
So why do you think I’m beautiful?

I sit by myself at lunch,
Friends? I don’t really have a bunch,
So why do you think I’m beautiful?

I’m not very pretty,
I have all this acne,
So why do you think I’m beautiful?

My eyes are way too small,
And I’m just way too tall,
So why do you think I’m beautiful?

By Kendall Philips

***

With You My Knees Weak

Even hearing your name makes my knees weak
It takes me to a place I can’t even describe
I know that we have been friends
But is it wrong that I want to be more?
Seeing the places that we could explore
Together, Forever is how I want it to be
Just you and me

I know we have been through a lot
Tried to untangle every knot
But is it possible that you love me?
Can everyone see the couple I want us to be
Dreaming every night of us being together.
Through every type of weather.

I love when it rains because I can sit outside
Thinking about being by your side
When your heart is broken
You are My Token
I will always be right here
For you
Beside you
With you

By Kennedi Shai’Ann

Anxiety

October 14, 2021 by Stefunina Mariya

A Day Full Of Anxiety

A day full of anxiety,
my thoughts meandering around,
like a kite rafting in the sky.
A puff of wind in my mind inside,
as if there’s no one to guide.
My emotions dumbfounded,
I love not, nor hate,
I weep, I cry, unaware of what is getting by,
I am all isolated, no friends beside.
My feelings rushes and crushes,

tears from my eyes they stream,
as if I am accused,
and my sentiments about to blow.
I know not this feeling,
nor am I hurt by any,
a day full of anxiety,
has left me depreciated by thoughts many.

By Priyanka Bhowmick

***

A Letter To Anxiety

A feeling beyond words
Ruled only by our minds
No logic or importance
Though inside it feels defined.

Trust your intuition
Has always been my rule
Though anxiety can trick,
Any living fool.

Listen it says, believe
Trust nothing but your gut
Do doubt your hesitation
It’s trying to drive you nuts

I know I say, but really?
Logic defies your words
You tell me I should worry
My heart says you’re a curse.

So the insecure body
Succubus to the fear inside
Fear is overjoyed it did little
The body did the rest

By Kaitlin Schmidt

***

Anxiety

The beginning of this story,
starts with an overwhelming worry.
The constant feeling of something wrong
gnaws and eats away at my insides, strong.
It makes my stomach feel sick,
and my poor heart almost skip a t tick.
My body runs hot but somehow I’m cold,
it’s making me ache like I am old.
The Thud-up of my heart is off beat,
making me uncomfortable in my seat.

My eyes are teary, and my head falls heavy,
then comes the blackouts which are always scary.
This feeling last for hours,
draining me of all my powers.
This happens any and everywhere,
and most seem to be unaware.
I have to get up and leave,
so my heart can be relieved.
my tears leave trails, as my body shudders,
which then triggers an embarrassing stutter.

I want to live anxiety free.
I just want to be the old me.

By Crystal Pierce

***

Anxiety

Denial, will only increase your anxiety,
while honesty, could bring peace of
mind! This to me, is the best policy,
one can find. It pays to be honest, as
the more you’re in denial, the worse
off, you’re going to be. You get in
deeper and deeper and you don’t
want to lose, your sanity! Dealing
with anxiety, is not pleasant and
could cause, a lot of distress. If you

don’t bring it into the open, it then
becomes, a great big mess! To have
peace of mind, is truly a blessing! It’s,
what all of us need, to pave the way.
So, when you’re honest and have
nothing to hide, you’ll be able to keep,
your anxiety, at bay!

Anxiety sucks.
One minute, I’m fine,
But the next,
I can’t breathe.

My hands shake
And my heart races.
And it feels like everything is
Happening too fast around me.

My head spins
And death feels
Both Imminent
And too far off.

And it sucks
Because I feel like
I can’t tell anyone
About it.

By Hannah Diane Williams

***

Anxiety

Anxiety slowly lingers all around
Blue-grey thoughts rush here
Worries come again and again
How to know?

What to think?
So it is, feeling down
The day is long then gets longer
Born in hope then lived in despair

Because, simply it is so
Worrying is this or even a bit more
Business often prevents us to drown
Yet, we are edging the breakdown

Anxiety again or just lightly more. Here

By Marilyn Jean

***

Anxiety A Portrait

Smiling sharks beneath the sea,
Never ever worried me.
Now I’m afraid of all I see…
Surrounded by anxiety

I try to breathe
breathe out..breathein.
Relax and let the peace begin,
but what I get no one can see…
I’m drowning in anxiety

My chest goes up, but lungs have ceased,
and air can never be released.
The hands of fear all claw at me….
I’m ruled by my anxiety

By Lodigiana Poetess

***

Anxiety Attack

slowly beating
gasping for air
you’ve blown me away
and you’re not even there

my heart races
then slows down
as i hear each footstep
thudding on the ground

i know it’s coming
i can feel you at the door
and i want to scream
say, ‘please, no more’

but yours they degrade me
as if i were not seven
and i keep begging to God
‘please Lord, take me away to heaven.’

By Lorena Walker

***

Anxiety Bread

Trying to go out shopping.
Having issues with my head
Trembling thighs
Screaming eyes
But I need that loaf of bread.

The shop I nearly reached
Ten feet and i was there
But I Had to run
From the paranoid gun

Avoiding a pretentious stare

Fighting the battered relic
It badly wants to win
Countless tries
Frustrated cries
I want to kick it in

Back in familiar chaos
Stomach in a manic dance

Hunger screams
In demented dreams
Desperate for a chance

Embracing my wounds with Prozac
Concealing a bone or two
A clearer head
Still no bread
Therapy must be due

By Peter Bain

***

Anxiety Of The Body

The life, in the beginning travel along road.
The body and mind moves to the wider
Direction, anywhere, everything goes.

The strength continues to the sense of action.
The body got tired, the mind thrown into confusion
To any point of direction.

The mind speaks and the body moves.
The muscles continue trembling because of fatigue.

The body feeling restless need focus of attention
The mind needs relaxation,
Something similar to meditation.

The spirit goes along way with body and mind to rest.
The main part that needs treatment and healing
With focus of attention.

By Jocelyn Sumido Dunbar

***

Anxiety Of Young Love

With the birds chirping ever so softly in that afternoon sunshine
And the streets buzzing with cars going zoom zoom
The crescendo hit peak and went dead silent
When you suddenly appeared

I could hear the crackling of the spring leaves
As you marched forward from a distance
Your every step, I counted
13 in all

‘Hello’, you said
Then followed the gaze
You held it long enough to plant seeds of you in my heart
I was transfixed, speechless and filled with joy

Your lips went up and down
I heard nothing
Voice so sensual and soft like velvet the attraction was chilling
Presence, so magical, it kept my heart going like respirators

I wanted more of you
You pleasured my reason
And tickled my fancy with your dazzling swag
How could I resist

You had me
That night your thoughts blossomed in my heart like flowers do in the spring
Went to bed with just one thought
I want to see you again and again

By David Beckham

***

Bottles Of Anxiety

Genies in Arabian Nights serve our curiosities,
and the monsters we read about in school-
books of fairytales, too. But we aren’t kids

to who grown-ups still will be kidding, not
even the ones we were, always scared of ghouls,
yet eager to listen to them from Grannies –

sweethearts sweeter than mums. This world
replaces them well in our hearts – corked

bottles not of Scotch but of anxieties.

If uncorked for a moment, they do things
more dangerous than bloodletting. Now
in charge of the world’s store of tricks, follies

and what it stands for, we end up adding
something to it. The chat, for instance, you do
with your ex-lover in the name of friendship;

where occasionally a heron may undo his head,

shake up his feathers, make an uncertain comment

when the surrounding water shines.

Think of the boulevard and the little palm trees

all stuck in rows, suddenly revealed

as fistfuls of limp fish-skeletons.

It is raining there. The boulevard

and its broken sidewalks with weeds in every crack

are relieved to be wet, the sea to be freshened.

Now the storm goes away again in a series

of small, badly lit battle-scenes,

each in “Another part of the field.”

Think of someone sleeping in the bottom of a row-boat

tied to a mangrove root or the pile of a bridge;

think of him as uninjured, barely disturbed.

By ELIZABETH BISHOP

***

Moth Anxiety

One result of Evolution
is that two small moths and I
are in this room now. They

live on my wall, gray flecks
on pale paint. Maybe they

move when I sleep. When I’m
awake, they’re still.

I’ve seen moth-holes in sweaters
but never caught moths eating.

Why don’t moths live amongst sheep
and cut out the middle step of knitting?
Is there such a thing as a moth-idea?

Do those new to English wonder
about “moth” and “mother”?

What’s the name of the enzyme
allowing moths to digest wool?

My wardrobe-door is open.
The moths remain,
composed, upon my wall.

By Hans Ostrom

***

Music Of Wakefulness

It is in the dark of night
When insomnia sings me awake
To the tune of lullabies
And the rhythm of mindful blight.

It is the spotlight of the watchful moon
And the flickering of uncertain stars
That cradle my fears
And anxious thoughts they croon.

It is in the view of the sunshine,
Where my unwanted thoughts stem,
Waiting and ripening in my head
Until around my throat they twine.

And echoing in my mind
Is the blissful song of insomnia,
Sewing itself into my skin
As daylight leaves me behind.

By Caitlin L. Stafford

***

Mysterious Pain

With her head hung low
and nowhere to go,

she can’t explain
this mysterious pain.

It comes on so fast.
How long will it last?

Her heart is just pounding; her head starts to spin.
Please go away; she does not want you in.

She’s uncontrollably crying.
It feels like she’s dying.

Her body is trembling; her hands start to shake.
She feels so helpless with this horrible ache.

Someone, please help her; make this go away.
She can’t stand to feel this way one more day.

Someone, please help her; she’s down on her knees.
She’s scared and helpless and hopes no one sees.

With her head hung low,
not knowing where to go,

she tries to explain
this mysterious pain.

By Peggy Stewart

***

Sexy Anxiety

I’m hot look at me
I’ve got anxiety
I’m skinny cuz I don’t eat
Don’t laugh that’s not funny

Check, check, checking me out
Standing out of the crowd
Drowning in my own Doubt
What does it feel like to be proud

I’m in control of me
And my choices apparently
Missed two meals I’ll just have tea
Shh don’t tell anybody

Broken Hearts are tuff to fix
Losers, hustlers, and Pricks
Cupid get lost with your tricks
stab yourself with your own stick

Lightheaded me
Hiding up in this tree
My body I cannot feed
Unspoken words that I speak

Falling to the ground
Is this peace that I found
When will love come around
When will I be safe and sound

My scars are apart of me
My hurt is what you don’t see
Unaccountable me
My sexy Anxiety

By Jay Bunny

***

Social Anxiety

When I need words most
The seem to drift away
My brain as their host
Doesn’t know the right words to say

A panic sets in me
And everything becomes overwhelming
My self-esteem starts to drop
It feels as if my head might pop

It’s scary unexpected
It like I’m infected
I feel as if I’m always being tested
I feel like I’m always being rejected

Why can’t I talk
Why can’t I make that scared feeling stop
I barely ever leave home
I’m starting to wonder if I’ll spend all my life alone

When will this end
When will I start being okay again

By Jessica Stubbs

***

Social Anxiety

Thanksgiving Day… time to eat
Through the door will come many feet
But no… my disorder will defeat me well
And here comes another story to tell

People are talking to me
No! Please leave me be!
I go to the bathroom for comfort
But the knocking on the door causes more anxiety to insert

Not just here, but also in the town
They like me, trying to give me a crown
I can’t look at their faces
The old, the young, that kid with the braces

I want to be normal and sane
But so far there has been none to gain
I want to live alone with my imagination
Away from all earthly sensation

By Dillon Gay

***

Social Anxiety

I’m not hungry, I’m hurting,
This isn’t nonsense I’m spurting,
Eye contact is averting,
My body is reverting back,
Into my organic shell,
When they begin to scream and yell,
I must’ve went off and fell,
Down the deep hole that leads to hell,
Where demons tend to dwell and,
All of the events smell fishy,

You’re either high or tipsy,
You go from itchy to dizzy,
Couldn’t see you were tricky,
The atmosphere is Misty or,
I just won’t open my eyes,
If I do then I’ll see some guys,
That stab me and hear my cries,
Then I wake as my ego dies,
I can see through your lies now,
Now my vision is all clear up,

Please stop, just slow down, hold up,
There’s no need for you to speed up,
At this pace you will blow up,
You’re too far ahead, back up, stop,
My girl don’t dance to my bop,
But she is one I cannot drop,
Although my love is nonstop,
I can’t direct it to a spot,
Love is the root of my depression,
Creates joy as well as aggression,
Mainly sadness because suppression,
Of having a physical session,
Definitely to my discretion,
Obviously there’s no possession,
I need love to be my expression,
If my body is the impression,
Then all my heart is in secession,
This will be my final confession,
Though might be beyond comprehension.

By Sketcher Ridpath

***

Speech: “To be, or not to be, that is the question”

To be, or not to be, that is the question:

Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to: ’tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;

To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub:

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause—there’s the respect

That makes calamity of so long life.

For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,

Th’oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely,

The pangs of dispriz’d love, the law’s delay,

The insolence of office, and the spurns

That patient merit of th’unworthy takes,

When he himself might his quietus make

With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,

To grunt and sweat under a weary life,

But that the dread of something after death,

The undiscovere’d country, from whose bourn

No traveller returns, puzzles the will,

And makes us rather bear those ills we have

Than fly to others that we know not of?

Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all,

And thus the native hue of resolution

Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,

And enterprises of great pith and moment

With this regard their currents turn awry

And lose the name of action.

By WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

***

Test Anxiety

My heart begins to race
As a sheet passes before my face
Anger begins to grow
The fear of faliure begins to show
The anger forces tears
I finally know the deepest of my fears
I can’t handle it
I just wasn’t cut out for this
I try my best as my anxieties show
I let the words on the paper flow

The test is finished the best I can
I turn it in
The fear is gone

By Amber Kangas

***

The Effects Of Anxiety

Everything,
Caving in,
Spinning all around me,
Trying not to think about
What will freak me out

Feeling so unsafe and insecure,
Knowing that there isn’t a cure
Only my mind’s
Ability to trick itself,

I get so scared,
Especially when I begin to doubt

It’s not fair
That I have to feel this way,
I wish that I could just make it go away

To no longer panic,
To no longer fear,
Illusions that my mind creates

Seems inevitable when I’m here

I train myself to cope
With my worst fright,
Can’t someone please
Make things alright?

By Jessica Goudreault

***

The Fire

The fire that rages
from within my rib cage is
weakening the bones
that should make me strong.
The feeling creeps for every dark place.
It fills up my head; it’s invading my space.
It’s melting me from inside; I think I’m burning up.
I can’t breathe or move or talk. I’m hopelessly stuck.
As people pass by, they give no second glance.
I cry out for help; this is my chance.
The fire claws at my throat; it’s burning my tongue.
I think it’s too late for help; the damage is done.
I down some water, which brings calmness and peace.
The fire has settled for a minute, at least.
Eventually it’s burning as hot as before.
The fire rages back up from my very core.
The fire inside is one you can’t see.
The fire inside, it’s my anxiety.

By Sarah Gray

***

The Price is Right: A Torture Wheel of Fortune

The show did not start off

auspiciously, the contestants

were nervous and kept fiddling

with the wires attached

to their privates, the men

being especially anxious

over the question of balls.

The women were more querulous.

The first question, a medical subject,

was why had the anti-abortionists

not mentioned, let alone commented on,

the Baboon Heart transplant?

One terrified contestant guessed

it was because the moral majority’s

nervous concern with evolution

precluded their bringing it up.

That hopeful contestant’s face

reflected the malicious light

in the eyes of the host who

immediately threw the switch

A powerful surge shot through

the wires and both sexes screamed

and writhed, to the delight of

the vast viewership, estimated

at 100 million, all of whom,

presumably, were delighted

not to be on the show,

because not one in a million

knew the answer.

By EDWARD DORN

***

The Problem of Anxiety

Fifty years have passed
since I started living in those dark towns
I was telling you about.
Well, not much has changed. I still can’t figure out
how to get from the post office to the swings in the park.
Apple trees blossom in the cold, not from conviction,
and my hair is the color of dandelion fluff.

Suppose this poem were about you – would you
put in the things I’ve carefully left out:

descriptions of pain, and sex, and how shiftily
people behave toward each other? Naw, that’s
all in some book it seems. For you
I’ve saved the descriptions of chicken sandwiches,
and the glass eye that stares at me in amazement
from the bronze mantel, and will never be appeased.

By John Ashbery

***

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

By WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

***

Where Am I?

Is there anyone there
to help me see,
help me remember,
remember to be me?

For I feel like now
I am someone else,
and I need some help
to find myself.

Sometimes my thoughts
might drift away
with the empty look
I may portray.

You think I’m doing nothing,
but I’m doing my best
to put my busy mind
to rest.

Always so tired
trying to find the strength
and keeping my loved ones
at arm’s-length.

Never wanting
my family to see
that a once happy woman
has turned into me.

By Christine G. McCloskey

Hero

July 12, 2022October 12, 2021 by Stefunina Mariya

History remembers many heroes. But everyone has their own heroes: it may be a father, a person who loves, or a fictional character altogether. Why not? Remember that heroes are always around, they live among us.

«A Different Kind Of Hero» by Heather Griffith

A hero to me is not just a person who died for their country
or went inside a burning building or stuff like that.
A hero to me is a single mother who survives every day by herself,
A teenager against all odds getting through life,
An alcoholic walking into a rehab center,
A father being not just a father
but a friend, caregiver, supporter, a brick wall for his kids.
A friend, who no matter what or how wrong you are,
stands up for you and takes your side.
A hero, who no matter how hard they are being hit or pushed or beat down,
no matter how bad they are emotionally or physically or psychologically,
they stand up and keep going.
They push through the pain of life, love, kids, work, school, drugs,
sports, parents, heartbreak, alcohol; that to me is a hero.
A person who isn’t just there, but is there living, breathing, and surviving.

America has so many heroes.
Many, we know not their names,
They are policemen and firemen,
Soldiers and boxers.
Most, with no Hollywood fame.
Heroes come from all walks of life,
From every race, religion, and creed.
Helping citizens in trouble,
Assisting those in desperate need.
I have had many heroes
Throughout my entire life,
My parents, my siblings, my kids, even strangers
And a hero who’s made me his wife.
How fortunate we are who love our country,
Giving unconditionally,
How fortunate I am to be an American
Whom someone’s hero is me.

***

«Coronavirus – Have You Seen» by Beryl L Edmonds

Have you seen the doctors who hardly get to sleep?
From sad weary eyes, silent tears they weep.
They’re battling to save hundreds of lives,
Yet see so many dying right before their eyes.

Have you seen the nurses, tired and worn,
Just come from doing many hours on the wards?
Have you seen them out, walking on lonely streets
Searching empty shelves, for nourishing food to eat?

Have you seen domestics, putting safety first
Keeping hospitals clean, fighting off the germs?
Bravely they go into infectious wards,
Never thinking of themselves, no not at all.

Have you seen the porters, down on their heels,
Walking many miles, pushing many wheels?
We must respect this valued band of women and men.
Though they go unnoticed, we can’t do without them.

Have you seen the caterers, keeping all folk fed?
The staff and the patients lying in their beds.
Such an important part to play in someone’s health,
A role that couldn’t be compared to any amount of wealth.

A great big thank to all National Health Staff
To every volunteer coming forward like they have.
You all have a part of our hearts, are in every prayer we make.
May God bless you all, keeping you well and safe.

***

«Goodnight Our Hero» by Juli Round

To be brave is to cry
But still to fight on,
And that’s what you did,
Our hero, our son.

The battle was hard.
We thought we had won,
But still you fought on,
Our hero, our son.

The happiness you brought
To the lives you have touched
Will live on forever
As you are loved so much.

When we close our eyes we can see you.
When we whisper your name we can hear you,
And when we reach with our hearts we can touch you.

Goodnight our hero, our son, our Dan.
You are just a child
But you have died a man.

***

A face seen passing in a crowded street,
A voice heard singing music, large and free;
And from that moment life is changed, and we
Become of more heroic temper, meet
To freely ask and give, a man complete
Radiant because of faith, we dare to be
What Nature meant us. Brave idolatry
Which can conceive a hero! No deceit,
No knowledge taught by unrelenting years,
Can quench this fierce, untamable desire.

We know that what we long for once achieved
Will cease to satisfy. Be still our fears;
If what we worship fail us, still the fire
Burns on, and it is much to have believed.

***

«Little Super Hero» by Mike Kosman

Hey little super hero
With your batmobile parked right beside your bed
And teddy on the pillow by your head
You think I can beat up superman
And do lots of things that no one can
That I’m everything a dad is supposed to be
Son don’t ever think that you have to be like me

Hey little super hero
Somebody said a man’s not supposed to cry

And feel ashamed for being scared I don’t know why
We’re supposed to laugh in the face of danger
And be brave as the lone ranger
But little buddy, that just ain’t where it’s at
Don’t ever think that you have to be like that

Hey little super hero
I guess it doesn’t make much sense right now
But I’m trying to make you understand somehow
You’ll be a better man by far

If you be just who you are
And be honest in the things you say and do
This world will be a better place for you

Hey little super hero
I guess it’s time for me to say goodnight
In my heart I know you’re going to be all right
I’ll always try to guide you
And kill the fears inside you
Help you out in any way I can
Cause sometimes it ain’t easy being a man

***

«Memories Of My Dad» by Rebecca D. Cook

He wasn’t a hero
Known by the world,
But a hero he was
To his little girl.

My daddy was a god
Who knew all things.
And better than Santa,
With the gifts he’d bring.

I knew his voice
Before I could speak
And loved it when
He would sing me to sleep.

He changed my diapers
And sat up all night
When my body was weak
And I’d put up a fight.

He’d come home late
With not much to say
And made us all kneel
As he taught me to pray.

He taught me life’s lessons
Of right from wrong
And instilled in me values
That I might be strong.

And so through the years,
Like a hero he stood.
Working to give
All that he could.

His presence was important,
And we loved to see him smile,
For no one in the world
Could emulate his style.

And so, dear Dad,
My best memory to recall
Is the gift of your presence,
The greatest gift of all.

***

«My Hero» by Colleen R. Straight

My hero is my mother.
She alone raised me, my two sisters, and my brother.
I really do love her,
And I will always and forever.

Nobody else could relate
Or even try to imitate,
Because my mom is too great.
Someone I appreciate.

My mom is nice and kind.
Someone like her is hard to find.
She helps me be my best and shine.
My mom is the greatest mom of all time.

To her I would like to say,
Thank you for being there every day,
For helping me find my way.
I want to be like you someday.

***

«My Hero» by Amelia G. Perkins

Most people think of a hero as a superstar.
My hero is an everyday person.
My hero is my mom.

My mom is a hero; she stands for hope.
My mom is a person you see every day.
My mom is there when I’m trying to cope.
My mom was there when I was little and all I wanted to do was play.

My mom is strong and has beat all odds.
My mom is a teacher and works hard at her job.
My mom is a hero; she is my crystal ball.
My mom is a hero who I know will catch me if I fall.

My mom is my shining star.
She is the one I look to when times are hard.
Sure, she isn’t perfect, but she isn’t that far from it,
But to me she is as perfect as any mom could be.
Mom you are my hero, my everything!

***

«My Hero» by Tim Meister

My Hero can’t leap tall buildings with a single bound. He
doesn’t wear a black costume with a cape and pointy ears.
He hasn’t scored the winning touchdown or shot a three –
pointer at the buzzer to win the championship. My Hero
isn’t any of those things.

My Hero has scarred and callused hands from years of hard
work. His hair is gray from worrying if he was going to
have enough money to last another year. His voice is deep
and scratchy from the many stories he told. My Hero is all

of these things.

My Hero sat with me when I was scared late at night. He was
by my side when I woke up from burn surgery. He comforted
me when I had to take cold baths cause my fever was too high.
My Hero was all these things.

My Hero has loved his wife for almost thirty years now. He
made sure that I knew the difference between right and
wrong. He taught me how to work hard and the importance of

honesty. My Hero has done all these things.

My Hero has earned my love and respect. No one else could
take his place cause my Hero is my Dad.

***

«My Hero» by Ernestine Northover

I sit in the chair that he sat in,
And sleep in the bed where he slept,
The silence is loud to my hearing,
How many times now, have I wept.

I view all the things that he collected,
Knowing how he cherished them too,
And here in my heart he will linger,
Because he was the one, of value.

He was my love and my hero,
My right hand and my sounding board,
A husband and friend, right up to the end,
For us there was never discord.

I sit in the chair that he sat in,
And remember how close we became,
He’ll always be with me in spirit,
I’m so proud to have taken his name.

***

I thought your world was only me
And you will live your life so safely.
But you have your own responsibility
To serve your people and your country.
I am just a wife that cares for you.
Is it wrong for me to love you so?
You are a soldier and everybody’s hero.
Leave your family and in war you’ll go.
You have the eyes of a brave soldier.
You have the strength to fight forever,
A strength that I’ve never seen before,
Just to vanish evils and terror.
You spent most of your life fighting,
But terror it seems to have no ending.
I wanted you to stay and never go,
Be with your wife and be my hero,
But my selfish ways never stopped you,
Knowing you love your country too.
I am afraid not to see you again,
Afraid to live my life with pain,
But who will fight terror then?
Who will protect your countrymen?
My cry will not stop you from leaving,
And tears will stop from falling,
But my prayers are your shield of terror
And love that waits forevermore.
I will sleep tonight and look at you,
Give warm kisses and hugs to my hero.
You need to go for people and country.
It’s so sad our life happens this way.
But God has reasons that I didn’t see.
I know how much you truly love me,
And you have a duty as a brave Army.
I have faith you’ll be back someday.
I am proud from the day I married you,
Because you are my one and only hero.

***

«Our Hero» by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

Onward to her destination,
O’er the stream that Hannah sped,
When a cry of consternation
Smote and chilled our hearts with dread.

Wildly leaping, madly sweeping,
All relentless in their sway,
Like a band of cruel demons
Flames were closing ’round our way

Oh! the horror of those moments;
Flames above and waves below-
Oh! the agony of ages
Crowded in one hour of woe.

Fainter grew our hearts with anguish
In that hour with peril rife,
When we saw the pilot flying,
Terror-stricken, for his life.

Then a man up rose before us-
We had once despised his race-
But we saw a lofty purpose
Lighting up his darkened face.

While the flames were madly roaring,
With a courage grand and high,
Forth he rushed unto our rescue,
Strong to suffer, brave to die.

Helplessly the boat was drifting,
Death was staring in each face,
When he grasped the fallen rudder,
Took the pilot’s vacant place.

Could he save us? Would he save us?
All his hope of life give o’er?
Could he hold that fated vessel
‘Till she reached the nearer shore?

All our hopes and fears were centered
‘Round his strong, unfaltering hand;
If he failed us we must perish,
Perish just in sight of land.

Breathlessly we watched and waited
While the flames were raging fast;
When our anguish changed to rapture-
We were saved, yes, saved at last.

Never strains of sweetest music
Brought to us more welcome sound.

***

«Our Hero» by Robert William Service

“Flowers, only flowers — bring me dainty posies,
Blossoms for forgetfulness,” that was all he said;
So we sacked our gardens, violets and roses,
Lilies white and bluebells laid we on his bed.
Soft his pale hands touched them, tenderly caressing;
Soft into his tired eyes came a little light;
Such a wistful love-look, gentle as a blessing;
There amid the flowers waited he the night.

“I would have you raise me; I can see the West then:

I would see the sun set once before I go.”
So he lay a-gazing, seemed to be at rest then,
Quiet as a spirit in the golden glow.
So he lay a-watching rosy castles crumbling,
Moats of blinding amber, bastions of flame,
Rugged rifts of opal, crimson turrets tumbling;
So he lay a-dreaming till the shadows came.

“Open wide the window; there’s a lark a-singing;
There’s a glad lark singing in the evening sky.

How it’s wild with rapture, radiantly winging:
Oh it’s good to hear that when one has to die.
I am horror-haunted from the hell they found me;
I am battle-broken, all I want is rest.
Ah! It’s good to die so, blossoms all around me,
And a kind lark singing in the golden West.

“Flowers, song and sunshine, just one thing is wanting,
Just the happy laughter of a little child.”
So we brought our dearest, Doris all-enchanting;
Tenderly he kissed her; radiant he smiled.
“In the golden peace-time you will tell the story
How for you and yours, sweet, bitter deaths were ours. . . .
God bless little children!” So he passed to glory,
So we left him sleeping, still amid the flow’rs.

***

You’ve heard me, scornful, harsh, and discontented,
Mocking and loathing War: you’ve asked me why
Of my old, silly sweetness I’ve repented–
My ecstasies changed to an ugly cry.

You are aware that once I sought the Grail,
Riding in armour bright, serene and strong;
And it was told that through my infant wail
There rose immortal semblances of song.

But now I’ve said good-bye to Galahad,
And am no more the knight of dreams and show:
For lust and senseless hatred make me glad,
And my killed friends are with me where I go.
Wound for red wound I burn to smite their wrongs;
And there is absolution in my songs.

***

«The War Hero» by Donna Nimmo

He sat at the bar, drinking his Jack
Talking about the war, since he came back
It ruined his mind, and broke his spirit too
He had seen alot of death among his crew
He drank till he didn’t have to think at all
He drank till he couldn’t hear the bugal call
When not drinking, he was taking so many pills
Disabled now, his wife paying all the bills
His very soul was tortured all the time
From crawling in the jungle in the dirt and slime

Hearing the shots fired every where
He was shooting too, just a boy there
He lived the war over every night in his dreams
In his sleep he could still his buddies screams
The war took a young boy and ruined his life
But he was proud, he had served in all the strife
This good man died just a year ago
He fought for our freedom and we do owe
Our freedom takes the life of young men
They serve their country and most come home again

All their lives will never be the same
Some will return whole and some lame
I’m proud to be a citizen of the USA
Where we’re strong and proud and will never sway!

***

«Your Hero» by Francis Duggan

The heroes of the masses they live for their renown
And the masses create their heroes and then drag their heroes down
And the masses are unpredictable they change from day to day
And some of their heroes like the Autumn flowers are quick to fade away.

Yet there are millions of unsung heroes and they live on every street
And every day a hero I feel privileged to meet
True heroes male and female yet by the masses unsung
The World is full of heroes of heroes old and young.

Some heroes of the masses are arrogant and proud
And their egos over-swollen from the adulation of the crowd
But give me the unsung heroes who go their own quiet way
Who out of the kindness of their hearts perform one good deed every day.

Many heroes of the masses are not heroes to me
Though every day I walk the street some true hero I do see
Your hero is chauffeur driven and drinks the most expensive wine
And you can have your hero but your hero isn’t mine.

Angry

October 12, 2021 by Stefunina Mariya

A Hand Full Of Anger

I got a heart full of pain.
A head full of stress.
A hand full of anger.
Held in my chest.

I hate how Im feeling.
No happieness just pain.
I’ll drown in my sorrows.
While scars will remain.

You say my wounds have healed.
But thats just a lie.
Im hurting every day.
From the pain that is inside.

Your just pretending.
That everythings the same.
You put on your make-up.
Like its all okay.

Maybe its easier.
But your living in deciet.
Faking a normal life.
While you crumple in defeat.

I guess its worth trying.
Put up a front for your friends.
Pretending to be normal.
While this nightmare never ends.

Its all about the pain.
The broken promises and lies.
Its about the pretending.
And the ultimate disguise.

You think your different.
That no one feels the same.
You think you stand out.
That no one shares your pain.

But heres the thing.
Your completly wrong.
Were all alike.
All our hope is gone.

Im just like you.
A head full of stress.
A hand full of anger.
Held in my chest.

By Silence Dogood

***

A Lover’s Anger

As Cloe came into the Room t’other Day,
I peevish began; Where so long cou’d You stay?
In your Life-time You never regarded your Hour:
You promis’d at Two; and (pray look Child) ’tis Four.
A Lady’s Watch needs neither Figures nor Wheels:
‘Tis enough, that ’tis loaded with Baubles and Seals.
A Temper so heedless no Mortal can bear—
Thus far I went on with a resolute Air.
Lord bless Me! said She; let a Body but speak:
Here’s an ugly hard Rose-Bud fall’n into my Neck:

It has hurt Me, and vext Me to such a Degree—
See here; for You never believe Me; pray see,
On the left Side my Breast what a Mark it has made.
So saying, her Bosom She careless display’d.
That Seat of Delight I with Wonder survey’d;
And forgot ev’ry Word I design’d to have said.

By Matthew Prior

***

A Poison Tree

I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night.
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine.

***

Anger

You always said to forgive was divine
For me who trusted you that was fine
Until I accidently saw you in action
When you spewed venom at one faction
Of the community – for their only fault
When you passed by – they did not halt

You know Dad – I lost all respect for you
You did what we were’nt allowed to do
You lied to Mother almost everyday

Telling her that work kept you away
But that you loved and cared for us
So she needed to cope up without a fuss

When your affair with Lisa was revealed
From Mother I kept it carefully concealed
She’d have broken like my porcelain toy
And I’d have truly been an orphaned boy
So I just stored my anger in a large bin
Waiting for a chance to put you right in

As told to me by a young boy who hated his father – and is still coming to terms with his disturbed childhood

By Sandra Martyres

***

Anger

When you think in anger
You think in anger’s terms
When you walk in anger
You carry anger’s germs

Angry habits in daily life
Color all you see
And paint a hostile world
And brings it home to thee

Anger spent toward friend and foe
Creates a shaky stand
What do you expect of them
When you need a helping hand?

Perfection’s anger a small weak twig
Upon which to gravitate
Your foaming fuming judgements
All flaws that welcome hate

Resentments wound and bite down deep
And rip a gaping tear
Those o’er who you’re brooding
Are likely unaware

Teeming hateful thoughts
About one’s lot in life
Too often unacompanied
By doing what is right

Flailing at a rock
Or a tree or stick or two
Are foolish and destructive acts
Whose value is yet to prove

Angry folks carry tales
In tight tormented faces
One can tell they’re unaware
Of softer gentler places

An angry body’s sick
Ask his tum and heart
Of these destructive states
It’s best to have no part

We all have little angers
That churn around inside
It’s those savored bitter angers
That leave no room to hide

By Ray Andrews

***

Anger is a thing that brings
Negative and sad things
Find a way to control your feeling
Don’t let it send you reeling.

Anger is an emotion
That can be compared to an explosion
But it doesn’t have to be that way
If you control it and keep it at bay.

Anger can hurt and it can harm
When you feel it is reason for alarm
Go for a walk, just cool off
Then sit down and have a talk.

When you don’t give in to it
When you don’t throw a fit
You will find control you will have
And for that you’ll be glad.

By Catherine Pulsifer

***

Anger Lay By Me

Anger lay by me all night long,
His breath was hot upon my brow,
He told me of my burning wrong,
All night he talked and would not go.

He stood by me all through the day,
Struck from my hand the book, the pen;
He said: ‘Hear first what I’ve to say,
And sing, if you’ve the heart to, then.’

And can I cast him from my couch?
And can I lock him from my room?
Ah no, his honest words are such
That he’s my true-lord, and my doom.

By Elizabeth Daryush

***

Anger Rages Inside

Anger is bubbling away at me.
Burning a whole in my heart.
Making me burn with rage.
I have good reason to be angry.

I only wish
I could make them pay.
Put them through
What they did to me.

Anger is destroying me.
For Im hell bent on revenge..
I would love to dish out.
My own justice.
But I cant.

Anger Buabbles away.
Like a swishing sound
Of the waves.
Like a brook babbles

Anger takes ahold.

By Amy Kerswell

***

Anger Speaks

I’m not even going to say a word.
My mind compels me to speak, but for what?
So I can angrily express something absurd?
I can deal with it on my own instead of getting my throat cut.

I’m not even going to say a word.
Many thoughts of what to say spark here and there
Maybe if I try telling someone I can be heard.
If I don’t react some way I won’t get anywhere.

I’m not even going to say a word.
Yes, I make mistakes and I will own them
And time after time I’d correct them if I could
Because I know anger does not make them stem.

So now I’m saying this
For the simple fact for myself
All I need is to relax and rest
So I don’t hurt myself or someone else.

By Jason Summers

***

Blind

You are blind.
You can never see
All the anger built up in me.
I hated life,
I wanted out.
You didn’t care.
You would just shout.

I felt so alone,
Thought I didn’t need anyone.
Turns out I just needed a mum.

The black sheep,
I was never a part,
Furthest away from your heart.
Things have changed.
I’m growing old.
I don’t need you;
You still feel cold.

I’m now out of sight,
Out of mind.
I don’t need you, I’ll do all right.
I don’t need your blessing
Or your cash.
Without your help I’ll make a splash,
Land on my feet with a crash.

I’m happier than ever.
My life’s brand new,
And most of all,
I’m not like you.

By Jack Mcifco

***

Can You Hear Me?

Where were you when the tears fell?
When the blood began to flow?
Where were you when I was scared?
When all my skies were gray
And I lost all hope?
Where were you through all the years?
When it all began?
Where were you when I was hurt and bleeding, when I needed you?
Where were you when I was sad and in jail?
When there was no strength left,
And where the hell are you now?

When it all came down and the walls were crashing in,
All was lost and gone, and when I fought?

Where were you when I stayed up and cried myself to sleep each night
And I tossed and turned?
And where are you now?
That I’m stuck and there’s nowhere to turn?
So I ask you this, where will you be
When the walls come down again?
Where will you turn when the tables turn
And there is no where to hide or no one to blame?

By Nichole Kay Milgate

***

Dear Mom

Standing in self-hatred,
drowning in my tears.
Looking back on my life,
what I’ve been through the past 18 years.
Living in my brother’s shadow,
everything I do and say,
wishing somehow things would change,
praying for a way.
Same old crap just another day,
living this evil life that was created just for me.
Starving for love, affection, and attention,
I know none of this is how it’s really supposed to be.
I try to be strong,
even though I feel so weak.
Feel like just giving up,
but I won’t accept that level of defeat.
Pretend like I’m always happy,
although I’m never really okay.
Waiting for this pain to end,
that I feel every stupid day.
It’s hard to say what’s wrong,
when nothings going right.
Hard to keep myself going,
when I’ve been blinded by sight.
This pain is never ending,
it just goes on and on and on.
It’s all so unbelievably real,
I just wish it all was gone.
Trying to pick myself up,
when I’ve fallen so far and hard.
But I don’t know where I’m going,
It’s all so very dark.
My heart is weak, my emotions sore,
I do my best to never let it show.
But deep down inside I feel like,
I’m dying and nobody knows.
A lot of messed up thoughts,
run through my head constantly.
I just wish I didn’t live,
this life of MISERY!

By Katrina Randklev

***

Dear Mom

Dear Mom,
You said you’d always be there
But you’re nowhere to be found
I can’t believe you left me
I feel so low beneath the ground

There’s nothing I can do now
I trusted you with all my heart
But now you’re gone
You’re the one who tore my life apart

I’ve learned not to trust
There’s nothing more to say
You’ve lost someone special
You can’t get back each day

Now you’re the one left in the dark
And all of a sudden you feel my pain
You expect me to take you back
But you still feel you’re not to blame

I could never forgive you
Even if I tried
You can never make up
For the lonely nights I’ve cried

You will never know the feeling
Of losing the person you need the most
To laugh and cry and love you
Instead of making you feel like a ghost

I’ve moved on with my life
Without you by my side
My pain has kept so long
I’m telling you how I feel inside

In a way I want to thank you
Because of you I’m strong
I just wanted you to know
I didn’t turn out wrong

By Krystal A. Bayer

***

Dear Mom How Could You Leave Me

Dear mom how could you
Never care about me
I’m dying inside
Which you will never see
You never even call
Just to talk to me
Heck you don’t write either
So your love I don’t see
You’re not the one
Who wipes my tears at night
Nor are you the one
Who chases away my frights
Dear mom how could you
Just leave me like this
You didn’t even come back
For one last kiss
Mom how could you
Have a kid and just leave
That’s no way to act
That’s no way to behave
Dear mom I want to know why
You decided not
To be part of my life
I want to know why
You have no heart at all
And how you can have a child
You don’t see, write, or call?

By Rebecca L. Simpson

***

Defeat Anger

Anger bestowed upon self
Is weight upon soul
If you cannot walk with rocks tied onto your feet
Why then would you put so much weight onto your soul

It hurts inside, and you know it
It burns inside, and you feel it
But you not listening to your reasoning
Nor paying attention to your past

Let go, would be easy
But you hold on, like its priceless
If there is anyone loosing
That person would be you

Common, enjoy the freedom
And see the people smiling
If the eye, a window to the soul
Then anger, a veil over the eyes

Get those rocks off your feet
Lift up those veil off your eyes
Let your true self reveal
The beauty you hold inside

By David Beckham

***

Govern the Temper

Hold your temper for self sake.
This is the prudent way:
Often when it is not controlled,
It hands the body down to the clay,

When passions condemn our feeble hearts,
And conscience asks the mind to obey;
We find our selves vain and defiled.
And in sin have gone astray.

Temper governed and tongues withheld,
Keeps peace day by day;
When the body discharges the violence of temper,
Friendship tears away.

Eternity is for ever and ever,
Life is only a short stay;
If we control our tongues and temper,
The less we will account for judgment day.

By holding the temper we learn
A pleasant and prudent way;
Temper held dliscloses the bloom of life,
With a fragrant savor that never will decay.

Perverted temper kindles the tongue
Ambition leads to a fight or fray;
But bravery is caution, wisdom reflects.
And makes no trouble to pay.

The best we can do we cannot avoid,
And drive all temper away;
But thought and meditation will help to restrain.
And finally peace and comfort will pay.

By J. J. Thorne

***

Guard Thy Lips

Oh, when harsh and hasty words arises
And clouds of vexation dim the eyes,
And anger begins to settle down.
And the face puts on a sullen frown;
When wrathful thoughts rush quickly up,
Oh, dash aside the poisoned cup.
And guard thy lips!

Guard them, lest, in an unguarded hour,
They should utter, beyond thy power,
Words to wound some loving heart,
Perhaps, a lasting scar impart;
Inevitable words when once they’re spoken.
Nothing can heal the heart they’ve broken.
Then, guard thy lips!

By Lillian E. Curtis

***

I Hope You Understand

You were like a father,
And my world was all clear,
I wasn’t expecting much from you at first,
Then you treated me like a daughter,
I expected more then,
I thought you would keep your promises,
And now I know.

You made my life a living nightmare,
Yet I still loved you like a father,
I wasn’t sure if forgiving you was right,
But every time I did anyways,
You had many chances and many opportunities,
But you used your last one.

I will always think of you as a father,
But if that last chance wasn’t blown we would be together,
I hope you never think you were replaced,
Because I will always remember the good,
But the bad will be there too in my thoughts everyday.

Your life means a lot to many different people,
So please don’t blow that too,
Because you only get one life and I love that life,
And I hope you do too.

Every night I worry about what you are doing,
And sometimes I cry wondering,
I just wish life didn’t have to be this way,
Then I remember it doesn’t.

I looked up to you and I wanted you to stay around forever,
I wanted to grow up knowing you were always going to be there,
Now I am not sure that will happen,
You are killing the thing I love most,
So now I am begging you to stop,
I want you to spend the time you have left with me and your family.

We deserve better than to sit and watch you fade away,
Soon there won’t be anything left,
Think about these emotions and I hope you understand.

By Taylor Dodge

***

I Needed You

When I was sad and depressed,
I needed you to be cheer me up.
Instead, I drank till I was numb enough not to feel anything.

When everyone was attacking me and putting me down, making me feel so low,
I needed you to be the one to defend me and be on my side.
Instead, I endured all the cruel words and criticism the world threw at me.

When I lost all my friends and had no one,
I needed you to be that only friend I had left.
Instead, I experienced what the word “friendless” really meant.

When I was scared and frightened,
I needed you to be my security blanket.
Instead, I had to live in fear.

When I was angry and full of rage,
I needed you to calm me down.
Instead, I kept it all bottled up inside.

When I felt so lonely and needed someone to care,
I needed you to hold me tight and never let me go.
Instead, I grew up alone with no one to turn to.

When I was hurt and in pain,
I needed you to come running with you healing ways.
Instead, I remained scarred and bruised.

When I would inflict self-torture, wanting to die,
I needed you to stop me and tell me how important I was.
Instead, I hid my scars and became oblivious to everyone.

When I would cry myself to sleep at night,
I needed you to wipe the tears away.
Instead, I held my pillow tight while never-ending tears streamed down my face.

When my world was crashing down on me,
I needed you to be the one I ran to.
Instead, I locked myself in my room in complete despair.

When I felt unloved,
I needed you to tell me how much you loved me.
Instead, I learned the words “I love you” are meaningless.

By Angie M Flores

***

I Sent A Little Anger, I Sent A Little Hate

I sent out a little anger
Then a little hate
What then came flowing back to me
Won’t be at heaven’s gate

I threw a little tantrum
I kicked in the wall
Just a simple few of these-
No one liked me after all

I screamed at my neighbor
Stomped on the floor
Waited ’round forever
For some knocking on my door

I yelled for perfection
No foul up to take in
When I made my own mistake
It seemed a major sin

Always wanting my own way
No one else to cheer
In face of life’s reality
I was full of desperate fear

I gave you a chance, let you in and tried to be your friend,
I should have known, you wouldn’t be there in the end.

I wanted you to love me, I waited for so very long,
I didn’t want to feel the hurt, but you still did me wrong.

I always had hope, I never wanted it this way,
No matter how hard I tried, You always pushed me away.

I should have known, You never really cared,
You let us leave, You were never even scared.

We never turned back, your own brother helped us board.
Never caring what was ahead, through it all we sure soared.

There were times, whether good or bad,
When I was a little girl, I should of had my dad.

You weren’t there when I was young, You never got to see,
You don’t have a clue, You don’t even know me.

Every single birthday, They all went by,
You never saw those candles go out, never my dad by my side.

But you should know, I had someone there,
He’s special to me, and his name is Ger.

But not even him can take away, all these years of pain,
Through all of this hurt, there is still a lot to gain.

Without even knowing, you taught me good lessons for life,
I will do what I can, because my husband deserves a good wife.

I will stick by his side, never let things go bad.
Because I have chosen a man, who will always be a good dad.

You have made me wise, much more than my years,
All this hurt and pain, I have learned a lot through the tears.

I have been so mature, much more than even you,
What can I say, I guess you didn’t know what to do.

You think I don’t know, maybe it’s I didn’t want to,
But me being younger, I will always be more mature than you.

I stand up for myself, believe in what I say,
And always know, I treat people the right way.

There is no more to say, nothing more I can do.
Any chance of a relationship for us, is now and forever through.

You threw that away, many years ago with the lies,
Funny thing though the truth, you must know, it never dies

By Kayla Schermer

***

Mother

Like the sea and the sky,
We reflect each other, you and I.

Past the moon and the stars,
You promised you loved me that far.

Now all the lies you’ve told
Have burrowed a hole deep inside my soul.

All those memories we share,
All that pain I cannot bear.

You broke my heart
Finding pleasure in tearing me apart.

Because of you, my happiness never lasts.
Because of you, I can only find darkness in my past.

You broke me down,
Left me collapsed in agony upon the ground.

You broke every promise that you ever made,
But still for your sins I must be the one who pays.

You stole my innocence that very day,
Leaving me no other choice but to walk away.

By Anna L. Harman

***

My Dad

I wished so much
for my biological dad,
but now that I’ve got him,
I’m feeling very sad.

My world, my guide, my father
who I know nothing about.
I pretend to laugh and smile,
but really I scream and shout.

I don’t feel like his daughter.
I feel second best.
He hasn’t made the effort
like he has with all the rest.

He is nothing special;
that I now can see.
He is scared and lonely
and frightened, just like me.

So much of my life
has just been lost.
I just want his love
and things that don’t cost.

But he doesn’t want to know.
He won’t even try.
He’s the reason I hate
and also why I cry!

By Vanessa Kershaw

***

My Father Left Me Behind

Leaving behind others to take your place,
Carrying on your name, walking around with your face,
Knowing you got left behind,
Wondering what’s on my father’s mind.
He didn’t even think to try.
To leave my mother with tears going down her face,
Left me only to embrace,
Only for me to ask her why?
My mother can give me answers;
My father left behind.
For he can give his love to another,
But can’t give his love to me,
My mother would give her life,
As she’s given life to me,
My father I hope to love.
Will he ever really love me?
He can take and make a life and keep living on,
But what is it like to live without a father,
He doesn’t even know,
Because he doesn’t even care,
He left me alone.

By Jessica Farley

***

New Life

Why can’t you love me and accept me for who I am?
I always try my hardest; I do the best I can.
Can’t you see how sad I’ve been?
The way you treated me must have been a sin.
For a long time, I’ve tried to make you proud.
But instead of encouraging words, I get put down.
Stop trying to live my life for me.
I’m not a kid anymore, damn it, just let me be.
You don’t like my friends, boyfriend, or anything I do.
Tell me, what the hell did I ever do to you?
You married a jerk, who disrespects me.
You always take his side, and turn against me.
I’ve moved in with my dad and Joan.
They welcomed me with open arms; this is my new home.
They treat me with respect, and they love me for me.
No matter what, I’m here for them, and they’re here for me.
I’ve never felt this happy before; happiness for me was rare.
Now that I’m happy in this new life of mine, do you even care?

By Racheal E. Bartels

***

Not From This Anger

Not from this anger, anticlimax after
Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower
Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods
In a land strapped by hunger
Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds
And bear those tendril hands I touch across
The agonized, two seas.
Behind my head a square of sky sags over
The circular smile tossed from lover to lover
And the golden ball spins out of the skies;

Not from this anger after
Refusal struck like a bell under water
Shall her smile breed that mouth, behind the mirror,
That burns along my eyes.

By Dylan Thomas

***

Righteous Anger

THE lanky hank of a she in the inn over there
Nearly killed me for asking the loan of a glass of beer:
May the devil grip the whey-faced slut by the hair,
And beat bad manners out of her skin for a year.

That parboiled imp, with the hardest jaw you will see
On virtue’s path, and a voice that would rasp the dead,
Came roaring and raging the minute she looked on me,
And threw me out of the house on the back of my head!

If I asked her master he’d give me a cask a day;
But she, with the beer at hand, not a gill would arrange!
May she marry a ghost and bear him a kitten, and may
The High King of Glory permit her to get the mange.

By James Stephens

***

Tell Me

Tell me how to love someone
who doesn’t love me back.

Tell me how to respect someone
who doesn’t deserve my respect.

Tell me how to trust someone
who betrayed me so badly.

Tell me how to care for someone
who never cared about me.

Tell me how to speak nicely to someone
who only spoke down to me with bad words.

Tell me how to get along with someone
who brought me nothing but endless tears.

Tell me how to get close to someone
who caused me so much pain.

Tell me how to forgive someone
who hurt me so severely.

Tell me how to open my heart to someone
who broke it to pieces too many times.

By Angie M Flores

***

The Anger In Me

That you’re the only princess for me

Anger you have destroyed who I am inside and out
Anger you are the devil
Anger you are all that is bad
This anger I have in me has made me fight
A fight that was not worth it

By Jonathan Pendley

***

The Deeds Of Anger

I used to lose my temper an’ git mad an’ tear around
An’ raise my voice so wimmin folks would tremble at the sound;
I’d do things I was ashamed of when the fit of rage had passed,
An’ wish I hadn’t done ’em, an’ regret ’em to the last;
But I’ve learned from sad experience how useless is regret,
For the mean things done in anger are the things you can’t forget.

Now I think I’ve learned my lesson an’ I’m treadin’ gentler ways,
An’ I try to build my mornings into happy yesterdays;
I don’t let my temper spoil ’em in the way I used to do
An’ let some splash of anger smear the record when it’s through;
I want my memories pleasant, free from shame or vain regret,
Without any deeds of anger which I never can forget.

By Edgar A. Guest

***

When Things Won’t Work

I have to say,
It makes me angry,
When things don’t go,
The way they should be.

I expect so much,
From things and people.
And when things go poorly,
I feel so ungleeful.

My temper gets hot,
And I don’t know what to do.
I just wish someday,
These things would pull through.

But I have to stay calm,
And roll up my sleeves.
Maybe some direction,
Is all that I need.

By Julie Hebert

***

You Were Never There

You were never there for us,
When we needed you the most,
You would just disappear when things got tough.

And when we did spend time together,
it would just end in promises that would later be broken,
and then you were gone giving us no reason at all.

Did you not think that we would care?
Was your life that bad that you had to go and end it there?
Were we not good enough for you?
Was that it?

By Cerstyn J. Messinger

Good Night

July 25, 2022October 5, 2021 by Stefunina Mariya

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

***

«Good Night» by Robert Charles Sands

Good night to all the world! there’s none,
Beneath the “over-going” sun,
To whom I feel or hate or spite,
And so to all a fair good night.

Would I could say good night to pain,
Good night to conscience and her train,
To cheerless poverty, and shame
That I am yet unknown to fame!

Would I could say good night to dreams
That haunt me with delusive gleams,
That through the sable future’s veil
Like meteors glimmer, but to fail.

Would I could say a long good night
To halting between wrong and right,
And, like a giant with new force,
Awake prepared to run my course!

But time o’er good and ill sweeps on,
And when few years have come and gone,
The past will be to me as naught,
Whether remembered or forgot.

Yet let me hope one faithful friend,
O’er my last couch shall tearful bend;
And, though no day for me was bright,
Shall bid me then a long good night.

***

«Good Night» by Eliza Follen

The sun is hidden from our sight,
The birds are sleeping sound;
‘T is time to say to all, “Good night!”
And give a kiss all round.

Good night, my father, mother, dear!
Now kiss your little son;
Good night, my friends, both far and near!
Good night to every one.

Good night, ye merry, merry birds!
Sleep well till morning light;
Perhaps, if you could sing in words,
You would have said, “Good night!”

To all my pretty flowers, good night!
You blossom while I sleep;
And all the stars, that shine so bright,
With you their watches keep.

The moon is lighting up the skies,
The stars are sparkling there;
‘T is time to shut our weary eyes,
And say our evening prayer.

***

«Good night» by Jane and Ann Taylor

Little baby, lay your head
On your pretty cradle-bed;
Shut your eye-peeps, now the day
And the light are gone away;
All the clothes are tucked in tight;
Little baby dear, good night.

Yes, my darling, well I know
How the bitter wind doth blow;
And the winter’s snow and rain
Patter on the window-pane:
But they cannot come in here,
To my little baby dear.

For the window shutteth fast,
Till the stormy night is past;
And the curtains warm are spread
Round about her cradle-bed:
So till morning shineth bright
Little baby dear, good night!

***

«Good Night» by Bernhart Paul Holst

«Good-Night Song» by Laura E. Richards

Good-night, Sun! go to bed!
Take your crown from your shining head.
Now put on your gray night-cap,
And shut your eyes for a good long nap.
Good-night, Sky, bright and blue!
Not a wink of sleep for you.
You must watch us all the night,
With your twinkling eyes so bright.
Good-night, flowers! now shut up
Every swinging bell and cup.
Take your sleeping-draught of dew:
Pleasant dreams to all of you!
Good-night, birds, that sweetly sing!
Little head ‘neath little wing!
Every leaf upon the tree
Soft shall sing your lullaby.
Last to you, little child,
Sleep is coming soft and mild.
Now he shuts your blue eyes bright:
Little Baby dear, good-night!

***

«Good-Night!» by George Barlow

Good-night! the tenderest sweetest word
That our sad restless world has heard
” Good-night! ” saith dew-kissed flower to flower,
When comes the peaceful sunset-hour:
” Soft rest be yours and slumbers light; ”
” Good-night! ” saith rose to rose — ” Good-night! ”

Good-night! and then the world swings round,
Till once again its brow is crowned;
Till, when the new glad day’s begun,
Its forehead lightens with the sun.
Then, when the sun’s broad wings take flight,
The tired world sleeps — Good-night! Good-night!

Good-night! O word of hope and peace!
Word uttered when vain longings cease;
Word uttered when wild dreams are done,
When stormy grief wanes with the sun.
Love’s voice serene from starriest height
To all the world breathes soft Good-night, Good-night!

***

«Night» by Douglas Malloch

The arms of night enfold the tired day,
The heavens light their million little lamps,
And, where the sun beheld the world’s affray,
The gentle moon reviews its sleeping camps.

Thank God for night; thank God that men must sleep;
Thank God that men must pause in toil for gain —
For, did they not, their eyes must ever weep.
For, did they not, their hearts must ever pain.

Thank God for sleep; thank God for night and rest;
I take the balm and press it to my eyes.
Here I shall slumber, head upon my breast.
And here, refreshed, behold the new day rise.

***

«Night» by Norma Beard

The sky is lit with a million stars,
The moon is shining bright –
The best part of the glorious day
Is when it turns to night.

The river’s water ripples soft
In the pale moonlight:
It seems to sing a happy song,
A song of great delight.

The leaves on the trees are dancing
To a fairy tune;
They whirl around, twirl around,
And seem to touch the moon.

And then the shadowy figures
Of a hundred cherry trees
Are lifting their arms up to the sky
And are laughing in the breeze.

Of course the bird
On its outspread wing
Homeward safely flies –
And to think I can see it all
With my own two eyes.

***

«Say Good Night» by Hasmukh Amathalal

We wish all good night
It is customary on our part
Great custom and tradition
With solid bond and relation

Wishing you a peaceful sleep
From you, we will hear not a peep
Tired from a hard day’s work
Sleep should come without a shirk.

May you have sweet dreams tonight
And in the morning awake so bright
May the angels watch over you
Keep you safe until the morning dew.

Tomorrow is a brand new day
But tonight sleep is needed I must say
Love you today but tomorrow more
Life has much for you in-store.

The night has become so quiet now
Close your eyes and take a bow
You did your best the day is done
Awake in the morning with the sun.

The good night wishes can turn the regular going to bed into a fascinating journey into the world of dreams. Here you can find a variety of poems with original wishes for sweet dreams, addressed to your darlings. Such poems are sure to bring a sleepy smile to their faces