Random Abstract Poems (471)

Dropped rain, O
From the sky pink ...
Hope ....
Wash my heart and soul
Leaved in my veins and a dream
Elates the magnificence of the present ...
Grief is dropped on my heart ...
Shatter
And kept me
Drops of joy ...
You dropped the rain
Not subjected to rain
I was scared of thunder
Do not trust my window broken
I am afraid the next grief ..
And not for the grief the next time

Share your talents with the world
In this way you do heal
The pain that others suffer
As God’s gifts you do reveal.

Each one is given gifts
Which they are meant to share
And they can help to heal the world
If share them they do dare.

What talents were you given?
What is it you do best?
In what way can you thus serve well
By sharing with the rest?

It’s where you find your passion
That true service you can give.
For in this way you blossom
And help others best to live.

So search inside for your true skills
The ones that make you sing.
If used then to enhance your world
True peace and love you’ll bring.

When I open my eyes
to see the sun rise
I think of you.

When I hear a robin sing
on the first day of spring
I think of you.


When I see a red rose
on the bush where it grows
I think of you.


When I feel the summer heat
on the sand beneath my feet
I think of you.


When I sit on a beach
another world just out of reach
I think of you.

When I see the colored leaves
fall to the ground from a light breeze
I think of you.


When I look to the night sky
and see the sparkle like in your eyes
I think of you.


When the snow is coming down
to softly blanket the ground
I think of you.


When I go to bed at night
as I turn out the light
I think of you.


When I'm old and near death
and I draw my last breath

my monster doesn't lurk or hide to spring out to attack you.
no he sneaks up on you he doe's.
he is very cunning is my monster.
he arrives by capsule or pram.
and i pick him up or he gets handed to me , doe's my monster.
and when i have him, he lays in my giant old arms.
he looks up and he see's me , his eyes go big and huge and then my monster grins.
a huge big grin , yes he doe's.
he is in his granddad's arms looking up,he smiles , with big eyes open.
then my monster blows bubbles.
he knows he is safe in these old arms and protected and loved.
watched over by his grand mum and his nog who have both pass on now.
as he falls sleep cuddled into my old hard arms.
he smiles and he blows bubbles.
he is my monster, my grandson.

The only thing I can hear is my breathing;
The only thing I can feel is the pain in my soul;
The only thing I can see is the infinite emptiness.

In me it is quiet. Still as in a lifeless body.
A body that had just been left lying,
Without paying any attention to it.

I feel useless and useless,
The meaning of my life no longer exists.
Every thought of the good disappears.

It seemed as though hatred and dislike were prevailing,
As if I were different from the others.
The desire for attention became too great.

My personality disappears in the earth
And adapts to life ...
I now swim in the stream of the masses.

Silent but glossy drops of rain that fall
into the psyche of my mind
Transform into the forbidden depths, bringing splashes of clarity
Revelling in the wake of a sudden variation of questions that are
Raised with brows that seem incredulous at the simple answer
That is given, a simple balance or fluctuance that rides between
The two sought after answers of the battle I'm riding through....


Pieces of a chess board scatters my energies, having to recenter myself daily to work out what I want, to compromise what everyone wants from me, as a angel on my shoulder, and an devil on the other shoulder persuading me into a temptation that should never happen yet it does, always the incessant wish for change and yet it doesn't happen....

I'm the catalyst to the change...

...introspection spikes as i put my words into motion, sadness renders from all directions as the battle is won but the war isn't over yet, still gotta live through tomorrow where it begins all over again, frustrations rise higher than anticipated, people want more from me for what I'm prepared to give, my mind just can't take it anymore...

Is option out of life the easy way out? No, its not. Nor is giving up. Only one way to go which is onwards and upwards, forwards with might, for that way, only things in my life will change. And maybe, just maybe, some joy will come of it...

In all that we do...in all that we say...it's totally senseless.
people wanting more than they can offer...making room for just one more pie...senseless!

In all of their desires, seeking, loving...lying, senseless bitterness... looking for their sweetheart, darling, sugar, honey-bee! senseless!

searching for the unknown when the known in already given! senseless motivation for timeless lost souls.
Senseless... unless you know your own self!

A sister once told me
If the male sperm sits too long in the testicles
It could cause prostate cancer and it's important
For men to have multiple ejaculations
Or even m**turbate often to release the sperm

Well, this brother told me that he agreed and he chokes his chicken
Or visits Mrs. Palmer and her five children often...
As much as possible!
And he admits that he doesn't have prostate cancer

However, he contracted arthritis
In the elbow, forearm, fingers, and wrist!
Now, ain't that about a b*tch?

Where the shadows faded in the deepest places,
Truth yet kept me flying just beneath the wind.
Crossed my mind from inside, vanished sleeping phases,
Sorry for my future, even if I've sinned.

Violets are red and violets are blue and I love you too ??