Archive for the Featured Poem Category
Used & Abused
Broken bones, cuts and bruises, Bloody noses,swollen black eyes Beat down for no reason at all At least I'm allowed to cry I do everything you want In order and by your book But still you expect so much more So much of me you took Make-up may hide the bruises I
A Flower In The Springtime
A flower in the springtime She blossoms with radiance The glow of her soul Reflects love and grace She is so often overlooked For her genuine beauty The value of her existence Is far above rubies Who can find a virtu
Scenarios Of Suicide
By Rick Sumler Spiraling down out of control falling from my natural high depressed from this stressing out I want to forget about living and die Cutting my wrist is not the way to release all the pain soc
Left Behind Poem
I dreamed I heard a trumpet sound and I fell down to my knees I remembered the things my mother said as I stumbled for my keys And then a thought appeared to me that I have no place to go If I'd only listened when she said you'll reap whatever you sow Those empty nights of swearin
The Master Gardener and a Little Rose
This poem was written in October 1997, just after I saw my mother for the last time on her death bed and attended her funeral. I was 17 and in grade 12 and had not seen her in 5 years prior to that due to the fact that I could not handle her mental illness, paranoid schizophrenia. My brother saw his
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