When words dont seem to come….
© Debbie Black 2008
Save me from this crime I am about to commit. / Take this weapon from my hand and lock me up. / Don’t let me take her life. She’s not to …
To write a story in 50 words.
I have finally accepted the truth about my one and only you… / I at least know…I think…that you and I are really through. / I know…...
Part of that “Hope Chest” that finally got burned…sharing some hard earned lessons learned. Time Past…
What Path did you choose / Did you win or did you lose / Was The Path broken or was it cracked / Did you leave and then go back / What …
...I am the village that starved because nobody noticed I am the tears and blood of Sierra Leone’s children / I am the surge of anger w…
This piece was written to show what rage is like to different people, what it composes of
I can still hear your laughter / and the crying that came after / Echoing down the halls of time
Author’s Comments / Just something I was half awoke and started composing in my mind. I forgot some of it, added other bits in, etc. as I hadn’t finished it before I got up .. didn’t want to lose it. I had one I was building in my mind before, when I was too tired to get up and do anything about it, something about my daughter but it had to do with dipping ink pens and it was really really .. profound .. the sort of poetry that One wishes one could write but seldom does, I think. And in case of point, One didn’t, so .. So this time I woke up and got on the computer and gave it my best shot lol
That I am no longer sure of such love / As grips me in it’s greedy grasping fear
I think, in a way, poetry is like masturbation It is usually ugly and only of worth to the person doing it .. but that’s not what I meant. It’s a form of release when you can’t get what you want or feel you need .. or, in happier moments, a way of hastening a reaching towards another … Not that I advocate masturbation .. but, then, I’m not really into poetry, unless the person is very very good or I care for them a lot. So, go and equivocate that, shall you?
Grandpa you’re gone and everyday i miss you, / I remember the times we laughed, played and cried / It was such a shock the day you died, / A…
This is a poem i wrote shortly after my grandpa died and it reflects how i felt at the time. ive never shown it to anyone untill now. both my parents traveled for work so my grandpa was the one always there to look after me, always taking me to school, and there when i was ill. i’ll always miss him.
we try our wings
For all of them and you.
DOLOROUS \DOH-luh-ruhs\, adjective:(Latin) Marked by, causing, or expressing grief or sorrow. I have come across so many images h…
In my dreams you come to say goodbye…
He is still looking and waiting asking why / Where is my mom and dad and why can’t I cry / His soul remains he does not understand / Why he …
Leena, Thank you. / Please check out my friend Leena Hedman’s other awesome artwork on the RB / This is another sequel to Prisoner of the River & Memory of a Lost Child /
I feel the pain of the world / like a blade beneath my skin…
Another dark day, another dark poem. It was one of those weeks when every time I looked up all I saw was pain and suffering, and not just my own. It seemed as tho the whole world was in deep sorrow…
Lord, make me see beyond my sorrow / Let me know there will be a bright tomorrow
Another poem written by me shortly after my Mother’s death. Hope it helps someone.
i didnt know how to explain this / until now
RELEASE the past…
A prophetic cloud appears just before life as we knew it would be forever altered…
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Mama climbed the rocky hill, lifting her skirt and balancing a small bundle atop her head. She stooped to catch her breath and called out…
My heart goes to the people of Gaza. Inspired by the Flash Fiction first January Challenge, “What I left behind in 2008”.
I knew an old soldier, / Who took me back in time. / I was sick with fever, / And he sat beside my bed.
This is a tributary work to my grandfather. It started as a poem and is now in more of a song format but I haven’t put any music to it. It’s difficult to work with because it’s so close to my heart. I am truly honored by my grandfather and the men and women like him who serve our country. / MCN:C418C-2486F-81FA6 If you have someone you would like to honor Please go here & post a square for them
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You’re in hiding / Once again / New face, new name, new life / Protection of the not-so-innocent
This is from a very difficult, angry period in my life – obviously. New Zealand-made. :)
Today Today never knows the sorrow / That’s waiting to ambush unsuspecting souls. / Today I’m trapped in this pain-mac…
Oh yes, I have been this way before. / Yet each time it’s just as painful as before. / And if the truth be known, / It always hurts me more.
Fore me this was from a time when I was no longer hopeful of being able to find a real someone to love me. . . to accept me. / For today I share it as a painful reminder of what can be if we give up, no longer have hope and ache at that prospect. . . I have now found a home for this poem / / Man of Constant Sorrow Featured: / Dec. 5 Live & Let Live /
Sorrow beckons me / Her dreams shattered / As mine are / Overlooked / She caresses me / For some have forgotten / My needs / I lay helpless in / ...
This was written 26.12.2009
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