My box is full of hope and brightness
And overflows with good intent.
Your box is full of dark and shadows.
In whose company you have to long spent
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Posted: Oct 2017
About this poem:
i wrote it quickly for girl who asked me why her poems scared me . I think the poems people write sometimes tell you a lot about ther personality
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online today!
Please don't be taken in,
fooled by this mask that I wear,
by my nervous giggle,
or silly grin.
If you care ..listen for my words that are yet unsaid. Feel free to dig deep beneath my skin
Unlock my heart, break the chains off my feet, and remove my bullet proof vest.
The led weighted armour, and give my sensitive,weary soul rest
There is a still soft voice inside here
and it is just longing to be heard.
There is a heart, still faintly beating.......within this cage
There are dreams.. restrained, alongside wisdom... where love and compassion also reside....not rage.
A treasure hidden deep amongst the ashes, the remains left over from life's refining fire, from the trauma, loss and the pain.
There is also great love, there is peace and pleasure to gain.
Yes, life has thus far
been tough,
and.. yes... the road has been very rough,
but..here..I..am...still standing....still breathing......still believing
that for me the best is yet to arrive...
And as sure as I know
that the moon always makes way for the sun..
i also can trust that this darkness will pass,
and the light..once again..shall.. come.
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Posted: Oct 2017
About this poem:
The light...a reflective look on the past and hope to share with others that things can and do get better
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Have people lost their touch on humanity...Or am I just losing my sanity...Take me back to dial phones...And old Victorian homes...
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Posted: Oct 2017
About this poem:
Social Media, Cell phones, and Technology has made this generation less in touch with Humanity.
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Cardboard box cities are here to stay, I see few people who really care
as they pass us by with hardly a glance, pretend that we're not there
Arni, Roxi, Smiley and me all huddled together could be mistaken for a pile of old rags.
All our possessions collected in total in four black plastic bags
Like city litter we're cast to one side, left to rot in the gutter
Already stripped of all our dignity and pride we're herded like cattle from one place to another
Do people really think we enjoy living our lives this way ?
Believe me they would soon change their attitude if they had to swop roles just for one day.
Copyright Peter R Bolton 21-10-2017
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Posted: Oct 2017
About this poem:
i like to write about my observations.. In this case the hardship of people living on the streets
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even if : we discover, some dark, dimensions, of our world
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even if : mind of human, is deeply captured, by absurd luxury
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even if : we hide, in our hearts -1000, painful words
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even if : we have soundless screams, against indifferences
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even if : we swim - in a deep gloomy, ocean of whimper
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even : many of us - hiding reality, behind, fictive smiles
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even if : world, burning, by lack of emotion & love
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even if : world, suffering, by unlimited injustices
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so - let us, not to lose, our courage
take my lonely hands
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let us dance, to the end of this rough road
let us dance.
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Posted: Oct 2017
About this poem:
a few words from depth of my heart
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Pensive thoughts,vacant dreams
No memories
Blown away like fallen leaves
to lie dead and forgotten
Selfishness,ego of another
Strikes at the penury of the heart
Depriving her freedom
Keeping her tethered to vows
While she wilts day by day.
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Posted: Jan 2017
About this poem:
About a friend who suffers silently.
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I took my phone and rang today
To see how your time goes
A dead tone is all I received
Just why, nobody knows.
Had you just changed your number
Or forgot to charge your phone
Or maybe it was broken
Which is why I got that tone
I went around to try your house
I knocked upon the door
I didn't get an answer
So I tried a few times more
I stood there waiting, hoping
That the door would open wide
And I would see your smiling face
And then we'd go inside
But still I stood there, lost in thought
For what felt like an age
Just pondering on what was wrong
My brain could not engage
I tried to ring some close friends
Hoping they could tell me why
They said they hadn't got a clue
As so much time passed by
I went into the council
And i asked what could be wrong
They told me that the house had been
Lying idle for so long
The last person to live there
passed away so long ago
And they had not seen family
Or anyone they'd know
That's when it really hit me
How much time that there had been
Since I had even rang them
Or just visited the scene
I paid a visit to their plot
To pay my last respect
And found it vastly overgrown
Completely Derelict
It's very easy to forget
With what we all go through
But people falling through the cracks
of life is nothing new.
The moral of the story is that
everybody dies
But don't forget they also live
Try keep alive those ties
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Posted: Jan 2017
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Why have you disappeared,
see you're gone, though you're here.
It looks so dark in there,
what you see makes you scared.
Please can I just wake you up,
you look so terrified to me,
the door to your mind is shut.
Can I please just wake you up.
Your presence, crawls back in,
hurts when you, aren't with me.
You become, a blank canvas,
please come back, here with me.
Why do you go away,
to that far away place.
The torture shows on your face,
your chest shows your hearts at race.
What to do, what to do,
you won't let me help you.
Why won't you, why won't you,
won't you let me wake you.
I need you, I need you,
so just let me wake you.
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
About being with someone who constantly disappears within their own mind. They're there and yet not there.
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I'm starting to dim now,
I'm being dragged along.
The hurt I've been endowed,
sadly sings it's song.
Crystal tears are falling,
then cease to well as much.
Somethings happening to me,
my heart is in drought.
And it feels like,
I'm dying inside.
I've lost my want to fight,
does this mean I have died?
I have now stumbled,
into a black hole.
Let go of my hand,
I can't break your hold.
It's not hard to see,
I'm in way too deep.
Please now let me go,
can't take you down with me.
All the stars around me,
wink out one by one.
Darkness encroaching,
hides the light from the sun.
Such a deafening sound,
the silence is so loud.
I'm being dragged around,
way up here beyond the clouds.
Closing my eyes now,
curl up into a ball.
I shut my fears down,
and don't let myself call.
Holding tears back,
keep my pain inside.
Universe turns black,
I just count down time.
And I fall to sleep,
I live in my dreams.
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
Written about the thoughts I went through when I went through a breakdown during my mid 20's.
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The lonely forcefield of life
I'm trapped and who has the key
No way to break free
If you love one another
Talk to one another
Surely this is what you believe
But there's no one to talk to
And no one to walk with
I guess only the Lord's company will do
Maybe he wants me to write
About the lonely forcefield of life
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Posted: Nov 2017
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