My Latest Poem

Abandoned

Betrayal

Pounded in the kidney,
In the middle of a hug.
Couldn't tell what hit me,
Barely had the strength to shrug.
It's not the blow that hurt me.
But that a friend had made the slug.

purplesofa

wow,

very good..........realistic

purps

Abandoned

Thanks Purps, you're a sweetheart.

purplesofa

I hope you keep them coming......always have liked your poems!

purps

Abandoned

I hope you keep them coming......always have liked your poems!
purps

You are making me blush. But that's cool, I don't do that enough.

I have written quite a few more during my disappearance from the site. I'll post them here either tonight or tomorrow.

Gopher

Abandoned, I like it. That's exactly how betrayal feels.

Here's an unasked for addendum.

that friend made me feel

lower than a bug

but I refused to follow him

Into the hole he dug

John Doe

A Poison Tree
Poem lyrics of A Poison Tree by William Blake.
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 water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my 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,
And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree

Robdar

Earthy and real. I liked it.

Abandoned

Harmonic Loneliness

Indomitably
Indubitably
It never seems to end

Anesthetically
Systematically
I’m looking for a friend

Temporarily
Arbitrarily
I pick and choose among

Categorically
Allegorically
I’m loneliness, unsung

Identical Contrast

Dramatic nothingness
Unearned exhaustion

Limited endlessness
Dangerous precautions

Conflicting equality
Uneven balance

Negative equity
Silent parlance

I live in a world of successful failure
Languishing lavishly in pretentious squallor.

Nothing More Than Dying

I told fear to go f*** off.
Each day is an adventure.
The timid stop to sneer and scoff.
They prefer spineless indenture.

Living life afraid to lose,
Stuck watching other's trying,
Is like a myst'ry without clues -
Nothing more than dying.

Lost Tranquility

Impossibilities.
Distilled reality.
Idiosyncrasies.
Eventuality.
Living life with terminal frailties,
Searching for my lost tranquility.

Is it worth it?
Some days.

Irony's Not Cruel

Morons miss the forest,
Obsessing with a tree.
Players send their soul mate,
Packing down the street.

Irony's not cruel.
Fate does not take sides.
Both of them, however,
Know what a person hides.

Wasn't

It wasn't the pain,
or
the stinging.

It wasn't the stain,
on my cheek
or
the ringing,
in my ear.

It wasn't the power
of the blow, or
the shower
of humiliation
it bestowed.
No!

It was the shock
that my best,
best, best,
friend,
Wasn't.

Abandoned

Thanks for the addition Gopher. Good job!

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A Poison Tree

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