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  • #16
    Realizing - A Poem

    Written by Christian Tanner
    There's a door to be unlocked,
    and sobriety is the key for me.
    Consequence would break me,
    But I'm stronger than that.
    Anxiety might break me,
    But I'm coping with that.
    What breaks me is my everlasting memory of the men who got a piece of me and made me so hateful.
    I've been unbearably dreadful,
    leaving me unable and disgraceful.
    Taking anything that was once peaceful,
    And turning it into everything that is painful.
    The best part about writing this is knowing that I'm still alive,
    and this is right now.
    Time remains for me to re-frame this situation.
    This situation,
    I'm fighting the problem of regression and turning it into a personal equation.
    No more complication forsaken,
    I've left an impression to be inpatient without a replacement for my mind's invasion.
    My mind's invasion - Evil.
    At least,
    Cast the evil demon in my mind out of my head,
    This hate feast,
    The Devil's eating like the beast believed.
    This heart-ache conceived by secondary evil,
    achieved by man,
    and yet to be relieved by me.
    Write away my hate.
    Draw away my fear.
    Pencil in my fate,
    And forgive my past years.
    Think about what you have to live up to.
    Imagine the relaxing blue,
    and know that the most important voice to listen to,
    is you.
    Tell me what to do.


    • #17

      A poem written by Christian Tanner

      For those who feel like they lost their childhood, or it was lost in the mix of being abused. We were so young when we lost the best part of ourselves to the worst things in life. We sat on the curb sometimes and simply wondered why.
      Why me?
      I saw them there, all the warning signs, stopping me and telling me to turn and run and hide. I tried to listen and, and do the right thing, but my self-fulfilling prophecy tore into me and fought with me and made me always wonder why. I always wondered, am I living my own story that I wrote when I was a kid? Have the stepping stones led me into a pit of lessons learned? Or am I free to fly wherever I may turn?
      God, I ask you, please send someone here, here, right in front of me, to stand by side and help me fight off the demons who are grabbing me by my wings so I can't take off for my flight, to live my life the way I, the way I always wanted to. Regret and shame tore into my soul, unpacked its bags and laid a bed before it, so it could quietly lay and sleep, waiting to wake and tear into me with a blade into my heart, haunting me until the day I die, fighting me until I give up and can't move on. Regret is the pain that rumbles me before I fall asleep. That pain that keeps me awake in bed while I stare at the ceiling, waiting to fade away, or quietly slip away, and do it all over again tomorrow.
      Still, I can feel the wondering why, the unanswered questions are repeated in my mind, "What else could I have done?" Or "Was I really just too young?" Still, I feel the regret, it's slipping off my tongue while I reach across to pull you even closer to me and whisper that I love you, that you're perfect and I will always comfort you. I am the man I am created from what was never meant to meet you. The one I fought and defeated so I could be with you. I almost slipped away, but my inner circle couldn't watch me live another day with distress suppressed by another drink, watching things go down when the bottle went up.
      I don't need it. I'll always tell myself, I don't need it anymore.


      • #18
        Temperature of the Heart

        Witnessing history begin to repeat,
        Expecting what foolish pain I’ve learned to fear.
        Familiar as novels counting dust by the sheet,
        Carving me into one skittish as deer.

        Justifiable under naivety or youth;
        Comfort discovered against the grain…
        There lies a known yet unspoken truth,
        And unsaid it shall remain.

        Some will say I never learn
        Some will think I’m mad
        Though ashes first must always burn
        Crow-shades will speak of a fire once had.

        Nikki Haase
        Gunnison, CO


        • #19
          Monkey on my back

          Couch potato, crushed tomato
          All the while sitting in your very own auto
          Backseat drivers, curly headed riders
          All they do is chat and hash with people drinking your cider

          Are these people that know you
          Or are they just monkeys on your back like gliders
          No understanding to what really is best for you
          For all that, do they understand
          Or is it just a light not even turned on with them

          Breaking down what you know
          Do they even show
          No empathy, no resignation,
          Complete with no rays of sunshine or the warmth on your face
          They are the ones that may as well spray you with mace

          Drop the monkey let it go
          It is your choice.yours alone.

          Last edited by iamatxgirl; 01-05-2015, 11:29 AM. Reason: added city


          • #20
            Butterflies in the Winter
            Sin seeps through solid minds like the sun slips through my tented blinds
            Love leaves liquor leaking in your heart like locked lips being torn apart
            Dreams drive devils dry like the heat dripping into the desert sky
            Hate harms a healing soul too young to destroy to old to hold on

            And just like that we all beat our feet to the same old drum
            We'll cry for the same guy with no reason why he cheated
            "I couldn't help myself" he'll cry
            "I couldn't help myself" he'll sigh
            "Goodbye," I'll tell him
            Two halves torn apart
            But yet he'll walk right back into my life, my home, into my bed, and into my crooked heart

            Pain came thick
            Driving me insane
            The game was played to quick
            Drugs drew my attention when suicide knocked on my door
            Nothing left fighting for
            Whatever made me numb to the decision
            Hope hid in the hillside of my mind dangling by a cliff
            Left decaying overtime

            And just like that we all beat our feet to the same old drum
            Wondering who we've become
            When we're left in a room with 10 pills and a gun
            And all we need is to see the sun
            But it never comes
            And you're left to drown in your tears
            Lost in your fears
            And the devil creeps into your ears with no words to remark
            But better yet tarnish your smile, your spirit, and your crooked heart

            But then came butterflies in the wintertime and they rose me up
            Rubbed my back when I was crying, said I was worth it no matter what
            They sang me lullabies and made me feel enough

            So to hell with the oppression of a man lost in depression
            I no longer wait for his impression
            To fulfill me
            Time brings change that no one can rearrange
            It's the breaking of incoherent lessons
            Like birds being set free

            And just like that we all beat our feet to the same old drum
            Hoping someday butterflies will come
            And we'll no longer have to run from the start
            Of our hopes, our dreams, and our indecent crooked hearts
            Last edited by Asialove36; 01-05-2015, 05:49 PM.


            • #21
              -Empathetic Vindication-

              Hate, dwells in those condemned
              When one cannot apprehend
              The ire of those who see no end
              Suffering from needs unmet
              Their kin in trial beget
              In hope one must forget
              A society birthed from ignorance
              Where love is scarce, a hindrance
              When the poor lack significance
              In the eyes of many indifferent
              Swept away as “insolent”
              Yet in truth wholly innocent
              I stand looking into the space
              Callous indeed the human race
              To those with uncertain fate
              Can’t we perceive nor understand
              When one needs an outreached hand
              Not just view from a witness stand

              Strive we must to recognize woe
              Of those around us who’s nights grow cold
              Need more they, than simple gold
              Our world a land of strife and fear
              Poverty, crime, odium and tear
              I take his hand, his face a ’smear
              With dust of sorrows and grief
              His eyes betray his disbelief
              And embrace as brothers on the street
              Understand for we are all
              Together in love not appalled
              Different yet same in the squall
              In life, empathy, must we lend
              All endeavour, our best to mend
              A broken world,
              To comprehend

              Justin Seto
              Toronto, Ontario Canada


              • #22
                I didn't had no love for any motherfucking ho's
                all i cared only bout me and my bro's,
                then u came from nowhere and took me like ufo

                when everyone said cut the shit
                and told me to move,
                but i never listed to them all i want is you
                in my dreams u just kept on rewind
                dont play with my mind
                ma heart is twind to you

                i did things to you, made things for you,
                r u checking my sincerity, u r like a gravity
                stop checkin me like mobile camera clarity

                u said u love me to the rest
                of the life
                but u just left me behind
                understanding u is the biggest quest to me

                i came looking to you from place to place
                but u just kept on flew
                but i never gave upon you
                if i made a mistake
                i know i cant undo
                but you can see through my heart evrything i said was true
                you are like treasure n more to me
                i found you like a pirate without a crew
                when i came looking at you
                faced so many demon and crossed 7 seas for you

                i told everything i felt for you
                u can stab my heart leave me dead n u can move
                but still my soul keepin following you....


                • #23
                  I’ve tried and tried
                  To be so understanding
                  I’ve stood upstanding
                  Been so appreciative
                  Sympathetic, empathetic
                  When others have not been so supportive
                  I’ve tried and tried
                  But it makes me tired
                  The wrangling, wrangling
                  Of the tolerant tolerating the intolerant
                  They just don’t seem to understand
                  They’d rather do it underhand
                  Even backhand
                  Their indulgent
                  Not giving anyone a chance
                  A voice, a choice
                  Their voices drowning
                  Faces frowning
                  Self-indulgent just clowning
                  Why must we be understanding?
                  Or are we just being mis-understanding?
                  To the misunderstood
                  Who won’t let us be understanding!
                  Their misunderstood
                  Our easy-going nature
                  Our easy-going stature
                  We totally understand
                  There is no underhandedness
                  We just need the understanding
                  We’re totally upstanding
                  We have great sympathy!
                  We show our empathy
                  So why can we not be so understanding?
                  Understanding we are different
                  Yet some show indifferent
                  It is not always the case to be totally
                  © Teresa Joseph Franklin
                  6th January 2015


                  • #24

                    Memories like insurmountable mountains
                    Lie frozen and bare
                    Punishment for past sins
                    And nothing can save me - not even a whispered prayer
                    Hard to breathe buried in ice and snow
                    With a wind blowing so hard it won't let me go
                    Wrapping its deadly fingers around my throat
                    Raging an assault with eyes that gloat
                    While God delivers me unto my cell
                    A set of stairs that descend into hell
                    ​To forever repeat what should never be spoken
                    I am, I am, I am irrevocably broken


                    • #25
                      Growing up was a dream, that I wanted to see
                      happen because I needed to be free
                      from the growing anticipation inside me.

                      Yet facing the crowd as the lights shut down
                      placed a special crown
                      onto the one outfit completion; a frown.

                      what they told me was extremely true,
                      and I realize now,
                      I should’ve listened to you.
                      Because I’m about dead too.

                      but what i say,
                      if i may,
                      is the day,
                      my life decayed.

                      switching between,
                      my momma and dad,
                      is the only thing
                      i didn’t want.

                      but when that stopped
                      the one reason
                      i got sad
                      was me.

                      keeping all your emotions
                      in a small pill bottle
                      of a brain
                      makes you insane

                      the feeling of hatred
                      as you glance in the mirror
                      is the pill bottles
                      one label

                      take 16 times a day
                      the doctor prescribed
                      but those pills dont help
                      when the person who raised you calls you fat

                      as i raised grades
                      my weight raised too
                      but my confidence decreased
                      as i put a foot on that scale.

                      walking through school
                      as the girl
                      who never wore skirts
                      was my title

                      grade 4
                      starting a new school
                      all those kids
                      laughing at me

                      you have yellow teeth
                      you have ratty hair
                      you are the epitome
                      of disgusting

                      all of this
                      through 4 grades
                      forced me to
                      do something i didnt want

                      and it ends up that i’m here now
                      i’m alive
                      i’m breathing

                      im fragile
                      but you didn't

                      and i’m a size 15
                      i have ratty hair
                      but i am what i decide
                      and this is who i am

                      Growing by: rynk


                      • #26
                        People please do not post your poems as replies to this rules topic.
                        Back out to the "
                        RhymeZone 2014-2015 Poetry Prize entries" forum and click on the blue box that says "+New Topic" and create a new topic with the topic title being your poem title. Thanks.


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                          • #28
                            Can we delete our own posts after the contest is over? I am going to post this as a test to see if I can delete it.


                            • carolinekelly
                              carolinekelly commented
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                              How do you a delete a post?

                            • luna5000
                              luna5000 commented
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                              Caroline, if you click "Edit" under your post, you will see a "Delete" button.

                          • #29
                            OK, I see now that the answer is YES. Thank you! (I guess I will leave this message up in case anyone else is wondering?)


                            • #30
                              Are we allowed more than one poem?