Poem sad
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A photo I did to accompany a poem I wrote about … anger. second to none / another ambition done / now sinking with the setting sun / in life / not love / our song is sung and in your twisted mind / a world away from anyone / a deafening silence you did find / in life / no love / your song is done all your dreams now come true / of lies and misplaced trust / and don’t look to me / when you’re feeling blue / your sugar coated inner crust / of hate and spite / you have no clue / the mirror never lies and in your twisted mind / a world revolves around you / a deafening silence / one of a kind / may all your dreams / now come true / for you
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Tiger Tiger, Tiger, burning bright / In the forests of the night; / Dappled light on furrowed brow, / What careless loss hath man wrought now? In what distant fields or woods / Has your kind been gone for good! / Oh lost hope is not our creed, / We used our greed to do this deed! Stripes of onyx on amber strides, / We raped your kind, you can not hide! / And when thy heart lay still and dry, / Perhaps by then we learn to cry! Bullets, traps, dogs, the like, / Chased you deep into that dark night. / At times you taunted from bamboo lairs, / Places so tight a man not dare! Your kind is leaving, / tis sad our loss! / We beat our chests, / death has no boss! Stars threw down their spears on you / And water’d heaven with their tears / You lay their, dying, filled with fear! Did he who made the Lamb make thee? / Another day you shall not see. Tiger, Tiger, burning bright, / In the forests, one last night: / What immoral hand or eye, / Took your fire and made you cry? Adapted and altered by Mundy Hackett, based upon the famous poem entitled ‘The Tyger” by Sir William Blake! Save the tiger, save the planet, save those things which we wantonly destroy through our greed and incessant pursuit for domination of the natural world. The planet is a living organism, the tiger is but one example of the fire beating in it’s heart, but with each tiger lost in the wild the fire burns a little less brightly. Don’t let the fire go out, save the tiger, save the world! / / / / Part of my line promoting awareness and raising funds for endangered species globally. This is also available as cards and prints. All proceeds (100%) are going to the Wildlife Conservation Society for endangered species protection. Because without these animals I would never be able to bring their beauty to you, I am going to pledge to donate 100% of all of my sales proceeds from cards and prints of the imagery in this series here on Redbubble to Wildlife Conservation Society / Portfolio Areas / Tigers / Wildlife / Macro / Landscape / Birds / Abstracts / Cats~wild and domestic
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I’ve Seen Her I’ve seen my love; I’ve seen her pass, She walks with such a grace. She turned and smiled across at me, The sun upon her face. And I could swear I caught the scent, The fragrance of her hair. Could I believe – should I believe, Her spirit blessed me there? Her eyes so bright, they shone with love, No pain to cloud them now, And when she laughed, no line was seen, Across that perfect brow. Oh love, if you would only wait, Beyond the tears and pain, We’ll walk together, hand in hand, In love, In peace, Again. David George
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ANNABEL LEE / by Edgar Allan Poe. / 1849 It was many and many a year ago, / In a kingdom by the sea, / That a maiden there lived whom you may know / By the name of ANNABEL LEE; / And this maiden she lived with no other thought / Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, / In this kingdom by the sea; / But we loved with a love that was more than love- / I and my Annabel Lee; / With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven / Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, / In this kingdom by the sea, / A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling / My beautiful Annabel Lee; / So that her highborn kinsman came / And bore her away from me, / To shut her up in a sepulchre / In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, / Went envying her and me- / Yes!–that was the reason (as all men know, / In this kingdom by the sea) / That the wind came out of the cloud by night, / Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love / Of those who were older than we- / Of many far wiser than we- / And neither the angels in heaven above, / Nor the demons down under the sea, / Can ever dissever my soul from the soul / Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams / Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; / And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes / Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; / And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side / Of my darling–my darling–my life and my bride, / In the sepulchre there by the sea, / In her tomb by the sounding sea. THE END More Photography: /
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Completed in ps whilst on the verge of falling asleep / my darlin girl has had me up past dawn nightly for awhile / she’s going thru a phase of bein an insomniac like her mother… All work (including images, and writings) copyright dimarie painter / / Click here for work details and credits if any apply… / Click on any category above for that genre… or / Click here to go back to my profile page ... thanx :)
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Casualty of Depression
by dimarieYour eyes have lost their lustre, / Your smile I see no more, / Your lack passion for all around you, / Your depression is eating my soul…...
All writing images poetry and lyrics copyright dimarie painter / 637FE-46E2D-C4743 Some people who are very dear to me are goin thru the depths of depression… / as much as I will be there for them, and do all i can… / sometimes i feel i am a bit of a casualty of their despair… / my own feelings and pain and issues are pushed aside, kept hidden, so as to give them what they need…. / I cant be there if i’m focusing on my own issues… / but sometimes it all gets a bit much / but we will get thru it / no matter how long it takes… edited to add…. / I understand depression, and its power… / those of you who know me, will knhow of my own depression that I have had since i was a child…and my utter contempt for my own depression, and denial and defiance of it that i go thru daily to the point where quite often i can come across as quite positive…full of life. / Its usually an act…to a degree…. / no words i speak are lies, i mean all of what i say, i see the good in all things, and its thru this that i have been chewed up and spat out too many times to count / and i have forgiven some of those who did wrong onto me / but others i havnt been able to… / this despair of my own, is always brimming just under the surface / always there waiting for me to get knocked down even slightly so it can consume me… / and so it does sometimes / but then the highs of life will kick in and i feel so great and truly positive and i have love and smiles for everything…. / nothing is really that bad…. / not lack of funds or food… / or peoples shitty moods / or dealing with all the past… / but it doesnt last / its never strong enough to coax my loved ones out of their own despair / and at times i have to leave / breathe / because their despair is contaminating my happy delusions… it threatens…no it does…take the sweetness out….. / and they see it…they see me breaking… / and it kills them / and that kills me / and its such a bit if a twisted mess / But i am resolved to be there for them / be there to the end
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Some relationships are not good for the soul ,it’s better to let it die . I left this man when his wife came back with the kids without notice.He was in the army for many years and was completly detached from his emotions.He acted like everything and everyone were smaller than him…just like a king Lion…. :) Tom Vaughan helped me a lot for the translation.Then a super nice lady namedSusan Van Zil finickted it over…I feel so lucky to have such nice persons arround me to give me a hand…a big thank you…XX / Picture taken at St-Jean-Port-Joli along the fleuve St-Laurent,province of Quebec. The lion man The kitten plays with his woolen ball / Happy at last to have something to put under his tooth / Quietly, his ancestral pains immerge from his body / He bites, slowly at first and then more and more strongly / His lioness must stay soft, loving and submissive in spite of the bites / in spite of the competition of another female and her offspring / But she passed the age of obedience / He can not accept, his pride is to big / Something in him attracts her. He’s a warrior, / so is she, passionate and proud / He is moved beyond this last battle just after an intense love / puts an end to their mutual rage. / The lioness lies like a gnu, the jugular opened, / with an eternal and proud glance / Happy at last that her love had chosen / in spite of him, the end / He does not share his females, she wanted to leave him / because she does not share the one she loves. / He carries a gash, / but it is only one scar moreover / More visible than all the wounds hiding in his young body / Tired to be on the look-out / weary to battle against all those contradictory emotions / endless torture… / He knows neither sorrow nor regrets / Just a funny feeling, deep in his throat, / a queezing sensation, another howling of rage / for a world much more smaller than him / On witch he has authority, his equal mate just died today / and it is much better thus. / He remains the strongest, the king, / the master of the Savanna / Still and mortal / He does not have friends / His only enemy is himself / Sad and secluded struggle L’homme lion Le chaton joue avec sa balle de laine / Heureux enfin d’avoir quelque chose à se mettre sous la dent / Très vite, ses douleurs ancestrales refont surface / Il mord ,doucement au début ,puis,de plus en plus fort / Sa lionne doit être douce,aimante et docile, malgré les morsures / Malgré la compétition d’une autre femelle et sa progéniture Mais elle a passé l’âge de la soumission / Il ne peut accepter ,son orgueuil est trop grand / Quelque chose chez elle l’attire ,il est un guerrier / Elle est une guerrière, passionnée et fière / Il est dépassé et inquiet…une dernière bataille / Juste après l’avoir conquise intensément ,met fin à cette rage mutuelle La lionne git comme le gnou / La jugulaire ouverte,le regard fier / Heureuse enfin que son amour ait choisi / Bien malgré lui, la fin / Il ne prête pas ses lionnes,elle voulait le quitter / Car elle ne prête pas son amour Il porte une balafre,mais ce n’est qu’une cicatrice de plus / Plus visible que toutes ces marques / Enfouies dans un corps jeune ,mais las / D’être toujours aux aguets,fatigué de se battre / Contre toutes ces émotions contracdictoires / Interminable supplice Il ne connait ni peine ni regret / Juste une drôle de sensation à la gorge ,un serrement / Un autre rugissement de colère / Pour un monde bien plus petit que lui / Sur lequel il a autorité…son égale vient de mourir / C’est beaucoup mieux ainsi Il reste le plus fort,le roi,le diable de la savane / Silençieux et mortel / Il n’a pas d’amis ,son seul ennemi / Est lui même / Combat solitaire et triste …. Gisèle alias Micmac
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Another wonderful collab with Amber / This time it was my picture that I asked her to write a poem for. / Thank you Amber, it’s perfect!
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I can’t keep my tears inside / They burn my eyes / I have permission to cry one more time / For lost love, for broken promises, for beliefs which will never come true…
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A broken piece of china / can only be pieced back so many times… / Until one day, all that is left / is nothing but dust… ~ frozenfa i’ve uploaded this piece over at my Zazzle gallery but haven’t upload this here yet.. eheh.. ^ _ ^“
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title: Chained with emotions I release my madness on the world today. / And offered my tears to someone who would needed them more. / So to get ready on this world today I brush my hair back and wear and nice comfortable clothing because today will be a long day. / I screamed and shouted on those who walk pass me. / With all this feelings inside of me I am like a ticking bomb. / I try to pure out this feeling but no one is listening. / I could not cry nor speak because I have wasted them all today. / So if no one cares… I thought of a way they might start to care. I have chain my self on this old chair in this old house. / I know someone who cares would find me. / But wait There is a few things I forgotten. Shit I forgotten food just incase I gotten hungry. / I forgotten water incase I was thirsty. / And shit I forgot the damn key. Shit there is nothing to do now but to close my eyes and prey. And hope that some one would find me who cares writen by: Wanda Lechene
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As I see you in your chair… / I imagine you smiling, gentle hands on your lap, / feet keeping time with the music, / and I laugh. / As I see you in your chair… / I envision a woman strong, / a woman confident, a woman wise. / I see a woman unafraid, and I am amazed. / As I see you in your chair… / I feel your heart reach out / touching all souls, you spread / your love amongst us, and I am loved. / As I see the chair empty… / My heart is saddened. Your smile is gone, / your presence is missed, and I feel pain. / As I see the chair empty, I wish… / I wish you joy, I wish you peace, / I wish for you all that you can do / now that you are free, and I cry. / I will miss you! My First Mothers Day without you my dear Mum, I love and miss you
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This is the full version of my poem below. Thanks For LQQKING! / Those Eyes
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stock / monicaloldenburg.deviantart.com / dreamstime, sxc.hu / and my own personal photos for blending and light
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Photo inspired by the poem “October Roses” by Émile Nelligan. / It is a french written poem.
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today i wrote you a poem...
by Elucidatetoday i wrote you / a poem / and in it i whispered / a solitary secret / meant for you alone
today i wrote you poem… / Written 21 June 2009.
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One more photo composite. FEATURED in Gods and Goddesses ~ many thanks to the group hosts! Beautiful female model, with thanks! / Handsome guy~with thanks! This photo was inspired by the brilliant poetic work of Linaji who gave me permission to post her poem, Skip This Moment. Profound thanks and abundant hugs to Linaji!! Skip This Moment / I want to skip this moment, / It is painful / Pain / Feeling a squeeze in the eyes / tightening of the forehead / Solar plexus feels the beginnings of / The pinpointed black hole / Insatiable and resistant / Sucking sounds like moans from a moth / Mind goes foggy this time as / I don’t want to know / why / Cause I know / Why / I want to skip this moment / It is painful, / No torture legislation needed nor / CIA sponges soaking me drowning me / Perhaps that is preferable / Just that feeling I won’t have what / I want / Feeling the first drops roll down my / Cheek / The left one. / The words start to form in the brain / ‘I miss him’ Linaji 2009
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today i read your poem
by erika15this simple piece of paper had your heart written all over the page and three words wrapped around it
I’ve finally read your poem / and I know how you feel
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- Click below to Play the music - Ground to bits / An endless stream / Of thoughtless sayings / I’m within a dream. No, more than a dream, / It’s become a nightmare. / Ground to bits, / I’m no longer aware. For awareness is / the realization of / My expectations / For my own lost love. Yes, ground to bits / An endless stream / Of thoughtless words, / Lost within a dream. . . _a rhonda original© – - An illustration created in Photoshop – - / Featured in / Digital Artists United / Impressionism Cafe / Abstract and Digital Art and Writing / / / / Lux Aeterna – Clint Mansell /
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With what a deep devotedness of woe / I wept thy absence – o’er and o’er again / Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, / And memory, like a drop that, night and day, / Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away! / ~Thomas Moore
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moonlit poem for the soul
by erika15a soul finds the light / the way the sun embraces the night
This isn’t just about sadness, it’s about breaking free and being able to heal. It’s about finding the beauty in pain and tears.
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Seems as though I’ve been here before. / But it’s not a case of Deja vu. / You see it’s not the same as it was / Whenever I belonged with you. I love you yet I really can’t. / The distance between us has grown. / What was once so rich and sweet / Has become pressures so full blown. I’m standing in the middle again, / Standing in-between. / I’ve questions that once were answered, / Now someone has made me think. Yes, I have been here before. / What do you do when you know? / Something you thought you were sure of / Suddenly you really don’t know. I’m in the middle again, / Standing in-between. / Those questions I thought were answered, / Are answers I’ve never seen. . . a rhonda original© Best Viewed Larger / Honorably Feature (Nov 14) / Stock images: / Sad girls 4 poses / - thank you - _ / / _Music: All for Believing by Missy Higgins
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Something that looks colorful & happy from the outside can be covering a web of lies, deception & pain. A beautiful facade. A deeper look may reveal more than meets the eye. Abuse comes in various forms; physical, verbal and emotional. . . / Any form is unacceptable. A hit, a kiss, a kick, a kiss. . . he’s too scared to hit me now, he brings flowers instead. . . This image was inspired by one of my favorite songs (below) by Heather Nova. . . please listen as you view this. / Island by Heather Nova Honored to be Featured: / Abstract Digital Art & Writing Group / Original background images created in Apophysis & Incendia. Processed in Photoshop to create textures & colors. stock images from stock.exchng: / Half Angry / Depressed Girl / Island
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“Santa’s flipping burgers / The elves are unemployed / The reindeer have been eaten / No wonder we’re annoyed The North Pole’s in foreclosure / The recession’s hit us bad / But LOVE is free and HOPE is, too / There’s no reason to be sad” LOL….A little bit of original verse….later I may try to make illustrations for cards with this on it. But for now, I think it makes a good t-shirt all by itself.
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