Most Commented Abstract Poems (471)

I am ugly why some give me that sick look. I am invisible why some ignore me. I stink why some move miles away. Some call me deaf. Some call me useless. Some call me dumb. Some call me a retard. Some treat me as if I have a disease. Before they saw me I’ve had the best, the richest, and the famous smile in my face. They’ve seen them smile on screen. Before they saw me I've talked to the best, the richest, and the famous in person. They’ve talked to them on the internet. Before they saw me I've had the best, the richest, and the famous ask me to sit by them. They’ve sat with a picture of them by their side. I've owned a million dollar house. They rent a house. I've owned a million dollar boat. They own a surf board. I've owned a helicopter. They own a kite. I've owned a Lamborghini. They own a Lada. I've travelled the world. They've travelled their country. I've met the best in the world. They've met the best in their country. I’m in a wheelchair now. The closest they will get is a ride in a wheelbarrow. I walk in a walking frame now. The closest they will get is crutches. I walk with a leg brace & a limp now. They walk without a leg brace & a limp. I played lots of sports, but now I’m just one of them on the side line. I have barriers now. They have none. I struggle to do the most basic things in life, things I could once do with ease, things they can do with ease. I take pills for the rest of my life now. They take pills for a headache. My dreams are miles away now. Theirs are right next to them. If only they read what my life was like before, it will surprise them, and it will tell them there was more to me than what they saw. Before I ended up like this I use to discriminate the disabled, look down at the weak, ugly, and odd. I made fun of the disabled, weak, ugly, and odd....Anything for a good laugh. One night a friend & I stopped to help a few strangers, but thanks to that night it changed what I thought of the disabled, weak, ugly, and odd. When I was in that rehab centre I met disabled people who lived a life I wish I had. I met plumbers, shearers, cops, lawyers, etc. All who have a mental and/or physical disability now. I met rich people whose family main concern was their wealth and not them. I’ve met those who could speak many languages, but now they struggle to say one word. I had family members and strangers who knew nothing about disabilities talk to me as if they had a Masters Degree in disabilities. I had family members and strangers talk loudly to me as if I was deaf, but yet did they know they were making me deaf. I had family members and strangers who thought they knew what was best for me, but really they only knew what was best for them. So much I wanted to do & try by myself, but so much I couldn't do without their consent. I needed to know for myself what my strength and weaknesses were, and I wasn't gonna know if they didn't know. Since living life as a disabled, life is harder to live now than it was before I was disabled. Disrespect waits for me every day. Psychological abuse waits for me every day. Hardship waits for me every day. The only time I get none of that is when I’m around people with the same physical and/or mental disability as I. They hear it. They see it. They read it. They live with them. They work with them. They help them. It doesn't mean they know everything about it. The disabled world is a world they will never truly know until they wear the shoes. I try to hide it, I try to deny it, but the more I try the more it stands out. This world I live now has made me respect the disabled, weak, ugly, and odd. This is a world I’m sorry I discriminated. One day....Any time....Any place....For no apparent reason, they could end-up on the HMS Disabled. They dare not say it will never happen to them, because that’s what I said until I woke up from a 2 week induced coma. Karma can be a bastard when it wants to be aye!

PEOPLE,
IT'S WELL PAST TIME,
MARIJUANA SHOULD BE LEGAL,

OUR NATION'S EMBLEM SHOULD'VE BEEN,
A POT LEAF,
INSTEAD OF AN EAGLE

Sinew, strength, circumspect;
An abstract cast in magnesium alloy because
there's no shortage of recycled import wheels

Overstatement of a laser light show;
past tense however has had some trouble
counting backward one to ten
Has very little to do with solving for x;
the x and y hyperboles a woman's hands will trace
intimating, while animating each and every story
And iSagittari' the hand-held knows
well enough to leave the z's
and any and all them p's and q's
knows when's best them's left alone

Should the wary shopper needing further convincing;
behold the forearm of the archer
raised 45 degrees above the apparent horizon
Even if you think you're invisible and far downrange;
that intuitive arrow once released
'shall neither see nor hear it coming

Aye; it's okay; keep telling yourself;
iSagittarius moved up from least favorites
iSagittarius lining the bookshelf
iSagittarius to sweeten the oatmeal,
under the fingernails and into your life!

Once Upon a Time this meant that and then they became them and they happily ever somebody named they came in and stole my happily ever after

"This Dance"

If there were days enough...
I would learn this Dance,
to dance with you.

The floodlight from the east...
slowing rises from the depths of the ocean.

like Icarus - we ascend to the heavens,
like Icarus - only to fall to the earth again...
and again.

This is my dream...
our feet shifting the dust,
ancient and coarse,
cold and splintered planks, worn and true...
do they selfishly hide the passion and words from years past?
Or simply crude constructs of oak...and yew.

Another stage to attend Sir Will!
where genius rings true...
and the plagiarist is found and scorned.

Gnostic flames (our path embellished)
illuminate our face,
certain to displace the darkest of shadows...
while leaving enough to hide our scars,
and portend any claim to grace.

This is the Dance,
when steps and twists and turns,
left us both to chance,
and we knew the Light never to leave...
while the wax and wick....contorts, spits and burns.
Much like this Dance....

gms
~ ~ ~ ~

To steal a kiss is really sweet.
To be given one free is twice the treat.

Tearing off my fake skin.

only because i want be accepted by society again.

thinking that no one wanted me around anymore.So i ran as

i did before not really realizing the people i left that i adored

and i was often putting myself down and frown upon even mentaly Scourn.

most people never accepted me for me.but for what they wanted to see.

and i more so looked into negativity. I couldn't accept who i wanted to be

so i pretended to be something i wasnt 'but is that truely a crime.

wanting to just be like someone else at any giving time.

my sin that i committed that i only wanted to be cool like the rest.

but instead i played the part for the fool at best.

i wasn't judged by the color of my skin but i was misplaced

from deep within, but when indeed the facts are.

for some reason i just never quite fit in.

and i was told i had the best of both worlds being white and black.

and i didn't know how to really carry myself nor act. So i lived in shame

just because i wanted a little bit fame.So i should have been proud

of who i was as a person. but in actuality never had my own personality.

i just wanted to be heard. but in reality i was just a nerd.

I find myself once again for it wasn't acceptence from finding friends

or female companionship to share that love that was always there

but instead it was the Lord Jessus Christ my saviour that cared and at the age of 33

im truly free of my depression and i know i will never seek this

negative Obsession. people always ask me why do i look in my past.

its just because i didn't wanna give up. with out being given a second chance.

so im going to no longer hide and rip off my fake disguise stand up with alot of pride.

and im going to fight for what i beleave in my inner spritiual side

so thank you heavenly father for showering down with your beautful grace

for i'am truely blessed with your powerful embrace.

when people know how good you are, they scared to be closed to you, they think that if they did mistake they might ruined your life unliked if they know how ruined your life is they intend to be closed to think that they could fixed whats wrong with you...

Time's run out I here you shout, he goes so very fast
Before you know what the future holds, whoosh he's gone he's passed
I point..."There's precious time, there he goes, he's just passed us by"
That's time alright I hear you cry, for no man does he wait
You have to give him credit though he's never ever late.

Copyright Peter R Bolton 21-10-2017

time is feeting gose soo fast loves ive lost never did last, going on 60 with no one around, hoping that a new love just might get found? lost is my curage lost is my soul, like the dried up cerial in a bowl. I often linger to flip through these pages, looking and wondering how many ages. lost was the teamship that is there with a friend lost is my tenderness from loved nights end. almost crying to think how long its been,lost and needing some love from a friend. simple and true was a long lived love then she was gone taken above. days start and they die one bleeds through another hoping ill feel that close to another? lost.