Tag: loss
member name: Cheryl W.
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April 12, 2006 11:30 PM EDT --
How much longer
can we endure these
silences? They cut
like a knife right into
the heart of us.
I'm tired of the polite
hello when you walk
in the door. That kind
of hello . . .
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October 15, 2007 08:01 PM EDT --
I'm tired of searching for the perfect words,
tired of the reason,
tired of the rhyme;
How can a broken heart
. . .
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March 10, 2008 10:53 PM EDT --
Lying here on the floor
(or is it laying on the floor?)
and do I even care?
(no...right now...I really don't).
Wasn't born a poet, . . .
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May 23, 2006 11:37 PM EDT --
toes squishing in sand
waves dance and tickle our feet
sea breeze whips our hair
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sandcastle for two
decorated with shell and stone
washes out to sea
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lonely gull cries out . . .
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July 05, 2006 09:20 AM EDT --
Two days ago, my dog, Bugsy disappeared. At first I wasn't overly concerned. Being part Jack Russell and part Chihuahua, he is prone to jet out of the front door at every opportunity. . . .
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July 10, 2006 09:29 PM EDT --
I look around me and see the accumulation of years,
of living and loving;
Old toys packed away, teddy bears peeping out from
their boxes,
books from every crisis we've endured all the way . . .
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August 17, 2006 06:51 AM EDT --
We sit here, across from one another
like hundreds of times before,
you with your fried chicken and salad,
me with my heart on my sleeve.
I'm not paying any attention to the food,
because . . .
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October 28, 2006 02:08 PM EDT --
I close my eyes,
for I don't want to be here,
in this place,
receiving from you
what I do not want to receive;
I pretend
and go through the motions
for about the thousandth time,
wishing . . .
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December 12, 2006 09:16 AM EST --
a brown-eyed little girl huddles in a corner
listening to the venom fly
between two who vow love,
and she cries.
years later
a young teenage girl lies in bed
as her mind leaves . . .
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December 19, 2006 03:57 PM EST --
I would like to dedicate this poem to everyone who has lost a child. In the past couple of days I have read where some of my connections are grieving the anniversaries of children/babies who have . . .
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July 13, 2008 04:35 PM EDT --
Yesterday I went shopping for a new pair of jean shorts as well as a new pair of jeans. I tried on my usual size and something didn't seem quite right about them. They felt like . . .
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September 14, 2006 01:39 PM EDT --
You walk away
and I fall into my darkness,
unsure of how to breathe on my own,
unsure of what I need.
It has always been you
here with me,
loving me
hating me;
It has always been you.
. . .
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February 05, 2007 11:16 PM EST --
I knew it was wrong,
at least, in the beginning;
But when your heart is lonely,
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October 12, 2007 12:56 PM EDT --
When I think of you, my love
it is with teardrops and a smile;
I've been wandering aimlessly
for what seems like a long long while...
fourteen days, to be exact...
the day you said goodbye. . . .
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October 08, 2007 10:30 PM EDT --
I feel so tired,
and these teardrops
won't stop falling;
Nothing is the same
since you're gone.
I look in the mirror,
and its me...just me
standing there,
loneliness my
only companion. . . .
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November 01, 2007 10:03 AM EDT --
Two summers had passed, and Adele had chosen to spend both of them in their special place. She had met Tom nineteen years ago while she was vacationing on the Outer banks of North Carolina. He was attending . . .
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April 17, 2006 12:44 AM EDT --
I walk along these silent hills
on a carpet of daffodil splendor,
remembering your touch
on that warm spring day,
so many years ago.
I can still see the old church
down in the valley; . . .
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May 01, 2006 10:43 PM EDT --
Sometimes this is all there is;
The whisper, the sigh,
Gentle touches into the night;
Sometimes this is all there is
When words have bruised
And truth is shattered;
Sometimes this . . .
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July 19, 2006 01:29 PM EDT --
My womb empties itself
of any part of our oneness,
giving vision to
the emptiness that exists
inside of two hearts
who go through the motions
of what used to be;
All that's left is blood red; . . .
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July 24, 2006 07:54 PM EDT --
crease in the mattress
our sheets rumpled from the fray
tears roll down my face
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