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Abandoned

I like your poetry. It is flowing and lyrical but at the same time down to earth. Keepin' it real.

Thank you. I like the "down to earth" comments. That is so my personality.

Futures lost and stole When a lifetime of love has grown in your heart and is showered on those who hold your every thoughts and when everything you give, others sully and smear then you turn with a smile to the few you hold dear, There's a spear for your heart when their eyes look away and make mind play with those who laugh as you sway with a hope in their hearts they will soon see you fall and see justice is done in their poisonous call. As you melt and run red with your own bloodshed standing still in the pool for the love you were fooled, it's hard to move on or feel anyones won in the mess that is left from the poisonous theft of the life that you had and were ready to glide into happier times with the ones you held dear for the many a year in your futures.

snowbird

Futures lost and stole When a lifetime of love has grown in your heart and is showered on those who hold your every thoughts and when everything you give, others sully and smear then you turn with a smile to the few you hold dear, There's a spear for your heart when their eyes look away and make mind play with those who laugh as you sway with a hope in their hearts they will soon see you fall and see justice is done in their poisonous call. As you melt and run red with your own bloodshed standing still in the pool for the love you were fooled, it's hard to move on or feel anyones won in the mess that is left from the poisonous theft of the life that you had and were ready to glide into happier times with the ones you held dear for the many a year in your futures. ____________________________________________________________________________ A little more understandable for the over-50 crowd. Sylvia

Abandoned

Call Me Crazy

They call me crazy cuz I smile a lot.
They say I’m lazy but I'm really not.
I just don’t fit into their pre-made slot.

I’m not preoccupied with getting rich.
I don’t have snake oil, nor some clever pitch.
I’m simply looking for my own sweet niche.

Some people wonder what my angle is.
They try to bust me like some lame pop quiz.
But in the end what’s mine is my own biz.

So even though I try to mind my own,
I soon discover that I’m not alone,
And like someone defunct, I’ve been knocked prone.

Although this feeling is a bit surreal.
And their attacks belie that they’re puerile,
I’ll triumph in the end cuz I’m for real.

Abandoned

You Push Me Away

I touch your arm
Gentle fingers
Caressing
Against the center
Of my universe
My movements disturb you
You push me away

I wake up and stretch
You’re still in bed
Though not asleep
I smile
And move to kiss you
My movements annoy you
You push me away

I had a tough night at work
I make it home
Still frustrated
Through low light
I see you sleeping
My heart feels lighter
I kiss your cheek
And forehead
My movements surprise you
You push me away

I know you’re feeling stressed
It hurts to see you
Unhappy
I decide to make you breakfast
I take it to you
You weren’t in the mood for eggs
You decide to make your own
My movements disgust you
You push me away

I promised I’d always love you
Your smile hangs
In it's place in my mind
Your touch
Your honesty
What drew me to you
Still enchant me
I'll always love you
But since my movements don’t please you
You've pushed me away

JWdaughter

Accidental Touches is my favorite.

Missed you, glad you are back (((((abandoned)))))you are always loved and welcome here. I wish you had a different SN, yours sounds so lonely, and so does your poetry. Its beautiful though. Don't be a stranger!

Shelly

Abandoned

Accidental Touches is my favorite.
Missed you, glad you are back (((((abandoned)))))you are always loved and welcome here. I wish you had a different SN, yours sounds so lonely, and so does your poetry. Its beautiful though. Don't be a stranger!
Shelly

Accidental touches was for a contest. It was loosely based on someone I was interested in at the time. I thing I was a runner-up in the contest. Anyway, yeah, I guess my poetry does have a touch of loneliness. But that's the way life is for me. I don't mean it's necessarily a bad thing, just my circumstances and so what I feel comfortable writing about. Like when someone loses their leg in an accident. There life has been indeliably marked, changed. Even if they overcome their disability, they are still minus one limb from the rest of us. It's like that with me and loneliness. My situation makes loneliness a necessity. It's not necessarily a bad thing and I have a lot of writer friends and online friends and such but loneliness will always be there. It used to be something I hated that brought me pain and sorrow. Now it's my friend.

As for being a stranger. I guess I was rude to a lot of people by disappearing but I just couldn't take one more JW conversation. I was sick of god, jesus, religion, and all those who talk about it. Just part of my journey I guess. I still don't have much use for religion, but having once been religious and that having been as a jehovah's witness, I realized that I do need to keep in touch with those around me who also suffered through that horror and are now trying to heal.

Thanks for your concern and kind words.

fifi40

Abandoned they are sooooo good.......you really tickle the imagination and tell a story........good luck with them

Fi

Abandoned

Enough!

I wash the dishes.
You rewash them.
"You're worthless!"
Said without words.

Beautiful bouquet of
Bright, fall flowers.
Sent just because.
"Who the HELL arranged them?"

"I love you honey!"
Scribbled on a note,
Hidden to surprise you.
Your hurtful words surprise ME.

The lawn's mowed.
The kitchen's clean.
The clothes are put away,
Yet your anger remains.

Focused but maudlin,
I rummage through
My meager belongings,
As I pack them to leave. Love Pains Little, tiny face slaps dominate my world,
Ever since the moment you became my girl.
The swats are mostly painless – so I just turn my cheek.
I guess I’m way too timid – I guess I’m way too meek.

I take you to the movies – you always choose the show.
I’d rather watch what you like, and see your face aglow.
Oops, I spilled the popcorn – it’s all across the floor.
So now here comes the eye roll that cuts me to the core.

We pass another milestone – I send you a bouquet,
Of lovely, bright, Fall flowers – perhaps a bit cliché.
In eager expectation I sit down by the phone.
Instead of adulation you call just to bemoan.

I’m not quite sure you notice. I’m not quite sure you see,
How much your little gestures have emasculated me.
I beg you to examine, implore you to observe.
The pain your actions cause me if our love we’re to preserve. Hands Off! Searing torrents of molten asphalt
swelter inside my chest.
The catalyst that sparked
this raging inferno,
your words
still pound inside my head.
Blank-faced, devoid of emotion,
you offer an embrace.

Hands off!

Desire for reconciliation
mocks my pain.
Dreams of a white picket fence,
grandkids gathered around,
a collection of priceless, dime-store baubles,
dissipate in smoke.
Adorned in ignorance,
you reach to touch my face.

Hands off!

Comfort and pleasure,
desire and fulfillment,
memories of contact,
enjoyed,
burrow into my mind.
Herculean temptation,
overpowers my will.
~ Almost ~

Hands off! Yeah but No You say you really want me, but then you treat me bad.
You vow to show you love me, but all you are is mad.
You want us to continue, to give it one more go.
Oh man you almost had me. Prolong this? "Yeah but No."

It’s true I’m not Prince Charming; my faults I know quite well.
But sharing life with someone, it shouldn’t feel like hell.
When two hearts come together, the two should be aglow.
So now you want commitment? "I’m sorry, yeah but no."

Do you recall our first date? The night seemed to zoom by.
A movie and then talking - your porch under the sky.
I thought you really wanted to cause something to grow.
But since you don’t respect me. Continue? "Yeah but no."

To fall in love is easy. To stay in love is hard.
Two must maintain a vigil, and always keep on guard.
Or in the early hours, a tragedy may show.
Since I alone am wakeful, combat it? "Yeah but no."

I told you that I loved you. I promised with a ring.
I said that I would write you, a song that I would sing.
But I have lost my balance, and you have left me low.
So cry your precious eyes out. Affect me? "Yeah but no."

blueviceroy

I wish I had a poem , a little slice of soul

To dish out to the hungry , to complete the hole

But all I have are words ,that point and run away

I don't don't have the lyric, nothing wise to say

I wish that I could love your pain , take it for my self

never let you shed a tear ,or forget your wealth

We are all like diamonds ,hard with many facets

undiscovered we are plain ,refined we are pricless

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