Most Commented Shape Poetry Poems (108)

My insignificance , you may judge the dust of my bones.

Making breakfast for the Wolves

We offer gall to sheep seeking clear brook water.
Brown fields have deputized themselves,
laying waste green pastures.
The sun is gorged with fire before
it peeks above the Eastern rim.
Autumn now bargains with passing artists
for their pallets.
Horse drawn sleighs that sliced through powdered snow,
that pealed hello, faces laughing
all aglow, now sink in mire,
the only sound, the chewing mud.
We are the Shylock artist stroking wide
a swath of paint on canvas, the color of lost.
And in our pretended effort we have become
breakfast for the wolves.
We have become the thirsty lamb.

Theres someone who loves with a love that keeps growing as days come and go.So Remember that always each day the year through (Someone Cares I Do)

The pictures are gorgeous, the make up does well
But it is all a beautiful mask, to hide the hell
My eyes look dry, as the camera rolls
But my hear is broken, with a troubled soul
My knees are bruised, crying out to the heavens
My forehead is bowed low, earlier than seven
Begging and pleading, set my broken heart free
Dismayed and desperate, still no one hears me
Think positive they say, the feeling will go away
But it don't matter how I think, I does not change the day
Because nothing is new under the sun
Praying, praising and pleading and getting the same result is no fun
So am I weak to be in despair when I come to you?
Is this why my prays are not heard by you?
And with ever disappointment I encourage others to trust you for it is wise
But I have been trusting you and no one sees the tears in my eyes.

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.

This is for my ladies. Better yet as we call you babies. Are so we call you so. How about my b*tch, or ho. Sorry am cursing in this poem, but theirs a few things I need to know. Women thru out world history help mold the world what it is today. You can see their work in display even till this day. Madam C. J. Walker; first million dollar women; but more importantly help hair care. So every time you get your hair fix, a part of her you share. Rosa park; help freedom movement and get people to march on their feet. So ever time you sit up on the front on the bus after a hard day of work; thank sister Rosa for that seat. Harriet Tubman; suffered bad injures to free slaves ,and the first woman to lead an armed expedition in war. So ever time you think you can't go on; think about what Miss Harriet had to go thru to free people, and you will push yourself even far. Florence Nightingale; help to show the world that nursing is a true profession as a trained profession in our modern day. So ever time you go out nursing someone in bad health, or known someone who want to go to school for nursing; man or woman; U got to thank Miss. Nightingale for proving the way. Oprah Winfrey; first African American woman billionaire, and first African American first African American syndicated talk show host. So ever time you see a successful black African American syndicated talk show host on t.v. (Tyra banks); you have to give thanks Oprah at that most. Althea Gibson; first African-American woman tennis player in any port. So ever time you see a black woman in tennis(The Williams sister); you have her to thank for breaking the color barrier in that sport. Furthermore, I can go on and on about women who made this world a better place of any race. You're more then just a pretty face. 'You are so beautiful' in and out, and shouldn't accept abuse, being use, and be contain. I know that lame sounds, but woman around the world help move many grounds. So you need to stop disrespecting yourself with unnecessary words, names , and slutty clothing for sexually gains. Making yourselves more degrading for men sexually games. As men we should have many shames, and blames for some our women lower their self esteem. With 'you getting to fat', 'You shouldn't be looking like that', 'you ain't no good to me no more', 'and shut up you hore'. As men we need to stop treating our queens mean. As I shown in my writing; woman thru out history stead out fighting for people rights, and society. Woman have dreams.You don't have to depend on your husband to stay true. Independents, stand up for yourselves, do want you need to do to make yourselves, and other respect you. Love yourself, Love you. You all are hard working 'every day people' in this World. You're no more dad's little girl. The world is your clam; its time to shine. Stand up for your rights, fight, and grab your pearl.

A PLEDGE

I PLEDGE TO LOVE YOU
AND CHERISH EVERY THING YOU ARE

FROM YOUR HEART TO YOUR SOUL

I DEVOTE ALL THAT I AM
TO KEEP YOU HAPPY AND SAFE
AND SMILE EACH AND EVERY DAY
FOR AS LONG AS WE BOTH SHALL LIVE
AND GIVE WHAT EVER IS NEEDED
NO QUESTIONS ASKED
THAT IS MY PLEDGE TO YOU
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE THRU AND THRU
FOR THIS IS MY PLEDGE FOR
LOVING AND MARRYING YOU

Not tonight but tomorrow
when the light turns the peach
tree green and the Earth sprouts
its young leaves looking to repeat
the magical mystery tour of
photosynthetic conversion of light
and moisture into life—
Not tonight but tomorrow
when my body will have shed
its fear of turning old and soft
will I turn my speeding mind
into the tunnels of your psyche
to melt the calcium that constipates
your synapses into a lubricating powder—
Not tonight but tomorrow
when the Universe moves on
beyond the field of action
that is the Earth to me and you
will I discover the interplanetary clues
that signal the roots of my moment to you—
Not tonight but tomorrow
will I throw my feelings into
The streets to stew
in the violence and despair
of our planet—
Not tonight but tomorrow
will the Earth turn green again.

From the day I was born as a baby to the present day
Growing up as a child I discovered various difficult tasks
Including learning the English language also maths and
Other subjects. Things became harder during my teen years
Pubity and love, I knew nothing about, high school I left when I
Was sixteen then looked for work it was not easy but managed
To handle it well. I played sport like Squash, ice skating,and
Others, money was hard when I received my first credit card
It was not long before it was a test of nerves using it as the debit
Was building up. Eventually getting married in the late 1970’s
We had two girls. Problems of raising them I realised, organising
The family was a big responsibility for us both, The children
Went to school, purchasing school clothing stretched the budget
As time went on the children grew up and eventually left home in
The 90’s, living in government housing helped us but other pressures
Crept in I was out of work, getting the dole while trying desperate
Finding work to no effect as later I retired living to survive in 2000.
Divorce followed and then the dreaded Diabetes which claimed
My left leg. 2018 I was in hospital recovering from my injury
Then physiotherapy training me with a prosthetic leg, all the pain and
Suffering, everything was almost normal, in 2022 in February my
Glucose level was very high, the Ambulance took me to hospital
Where I was later put in various nursing homes. It was very hard for me
To adjust to being enslaved in these homes, as I suffered traumatic
Experience beyond belief being starved regularly, I could not adapt
To these circumstances, this is were I am staying living with no hope
Of having no quality of life hardly seeing family members. A terrible
Epitaph for me victim of bad doctors, their medication and amputation
Which has robbed me of a normal life, I am sitting in my bed now
Writing this. My future is uncertain, nothing to look forward to
My life what’s left of it, when I sleep I think of things that I loved to do
My family, friends it makes me want to cry, Where do I go from here .?

John Ginesi (Author)
6/10/2022