broken
Little satin dolls get torn to shreds
By countless, cruel Moms/Dads
Broken hearts fill with fear/dread
From guilt trips made of good/bad
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
I Will Only Do What Brings Joy…
Affirmation:
From this day forward;
No more “have to”
No more guilt
No more fear
No more dread
No more anxiety
No more judgment
If true that “love is defined as joy”
I will only do what brings joy,
Because, en-joy-ment affirms life
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
0007 African Child
What's that dirty mark on the carpet in front of the TV, Mom?
That's just a shadow from tne screen, dear.
I feel sick, Mom, I must've eaten something nasty?
I expect it's that film, dear..shall we turn it off?
Is that a boy or girl baby crying, Mom?
Didn't notice dear, why, does it matter?
What's that group of men just off-screen, Dad?
They're just interested in the film.
Then why aren't they with the Moms, helping?
They may not be the fathers, dear.
(She's too young yet, to know about child-rape, honey,
though I guess we'll have to tell her sometime...)
Then where are their real Dads?
I expect they're dead, dear.
Dad you won't die will you, promise?
I hope not, darling, I'll try not to...
Why are they so hungry, Dad, when the TV can go there?
Their country's in a mess, dear.
But they always used to have enough to eat,
otherwise they wouldn't have dads and moms themselves?
It's a long and sad story, darling, I'm not sure
that I can explain it to you. I wish I knew the answer.
Will those flies on the babies' eyes come off the screen, come here?
No darling, it's Africa.
Don't they hurt? Why don't their Dads brush them off
instead of just standing there?
I expect they're used to them in Africa, dear..
shall we turn the TV off?
No I want to watch, I want to help them.
That's very good of you, darling, maybe
when you're grown up? It may be better then.
What will make it better, Dad?
poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Tears Unbidden
Hearts left broken
One by one
Shattered like glass
Breaking
Torn open
And ripped to shreds
It lays battered
At her feet
Tears come
Unbidden
But welcomed
All the same
poem by Autumn Winds
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
You're The Best Mom!
Moms are best!
They carry us to their tummy for 9 months
Even if their one feet is into death,
They choose us to be born
Thanks mom for loving me.
Moms are best!
They re like wonder woman
They woke up early, prepared us healthy foods
They cleaned the house, and gave all we need.
Thanks mom for taking care of us.
Moms are best!
They re like a nurse, but they are the best
When were sick, they’re the first one who get hurt.
They never sleep, just to make sure that were fine!
Thanks for the moms hug it’s like medicine, can cure all the pain.
Moms are best!
They are the best teacher.
When were young and not yet studying.
They are the first one who teach us good manners and respect elders
Thanks mom for guiding and teaching me, while I’m growing up.
Moms are best!
They’re not only mom but “best friend”
They are always there and hear my thoughts
They keep your girl secret and give good advice.
Thanks moms for the happy girls bonding, for always understanding me.
Moms are best
But my mom is the best mom in the world!
Thanks you mom for your love and everything
I thank GOD because I have a mom like you.
So I wrote this poem just for you.
poem by Ivy Joy Finez
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fox Hunting Is Banned In Britain
A so called sport of the upper class that inspired the bards to rhyme
Fox hunting is banned in Britain everything has it's time
For nothing last forever it had passed it's use by date
And in chasing down and killing a frightened creature what is to celebrate?
John Masefield's long poem 'Reynard the Fox' I readily can recall
One of the best on fox hunting if not the best of all
But that aside fox hunting was cruel or to me 'twould seem that way
For to be hunted down and mauled to death by dogs not what you'd call fair play.
I read in the Newspapers how those for fox hunting protested long and loud
But there was nothing in this so called sport of which they could feel proud
For to watch a creature torn to shreds could hardly be much fun
It seems a far more painful way to die than the quicker death by gun.
The day is near when all blood sports will be things of the past
For all things have their use by date and nothing seems to last
Some may see the fox as vermin but the fox warrants a fair go
And empathy for wild born creatures not too much to ask to show.
Fox hunting is banned in Britain such good news is good to hear
News well worth celebrating to that I'll drink a beer
To be torn to shreds by a pack of hounds seems an awful way to die
And to this very cruel blood sport good riddance and goodbye.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Valley Of The Dolls
Into the valley of the dolls
Into the valley of the dolls
Into the valley of the dolls
Went the gang of four
Song number one and the rhythm up amping
Drummer beats down 4/4 rock ranking
A bass so deep thud thud spines shaking
And all around mad eyes are rolling
Made up and stunning
As the feet get moving
As the pressure rising
White faces staring
As into the valley of the dolls
- go the gang of four
Song after song rockettes up rocking
One hundred watts scream man
My ears are bleedin
Hot bodies charged blonde locks a givin
And all around - young girls are fainting
Their hearts a pumpin
As the spikes are dancing
Shank girl shanking
I saw love vibrating
As into the valley of the dolls
- go the gallant four
Into the valley of the dolls
Into the valley of the dolls
As into the valley of the dolls
4 skulls are splitting
5 fingers are clicking
6 strings are burning
7th hour approaching
8 legs are stomping
9 lives are groovin
10 thousand coasting
X generating
As into the valley of the dolls
Into the valley of the dolls
Into the valley
Into the valley of the dolls
song performed by by Billy Idol
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Hearts Render
From birth tiny hearts all grow
As they mature they will know
What hearts are created for
Not by their sizes alone
Do mature hearts become known
Hearts need be judged by much more
Hearts can be carelessly torn
Readily become careworn
Life will lend each heart some pain
Yet such forlorn hearts will heal
Careworn hearts learn how to deal
Mended hearts strength thereby gain
Hearts become bruised and broken
By cruel words that are spoken
Rejections tear them apart
Once healed such hearts find power
Much greater love then will flower
Love rendered by a mended heart
poem by Mary Havran
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Hiding Emotion in Metaphors
I'm sitting here wondering
can i hide my emotion through words
writing in metaphors
when really its all plain
I'm broken
easy enough to say
but what does it mean
I'm in pieces
i don't work anymore
I'm broken
who says that to explain emotion
except a poet
finding metaphor for emotion
does it mean I'm sad, yes
does it mean I'm torn, yes
what does torn mean
torn like an old rug
torn like a dollar bill
ripped to shreds, broken
who needs a metaphor to explain emotion
when its laid out in front of everyone
my eyes are swollen
my body is bruised
my words are silent
my smile is fake
its all plain and simple
laid out like a flashing sign
i am broken
even though my emotions are plain
i still have to explain through metaphors
because people don't look for a simple answer
they look for the secrets people tell
is she holding back tears
is her smile today real
I'm broken
but people don't look to see me
they look to find emotion
encoded in this poem
hiding my feelings
in this metaphorical language
because people don't look
i am broken
poem by Audrey Marie Kay
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Masters Of Disaster
Earthquakes, Tsunamis and reactors spewing
Japanese hang on, yet their hearts are crying
Bravely carry on, altho more trouble brewing
They refuse to stop living for fear of dying
ROTMS
Read latest poems by ROTMS at:
http: //rotms.blogspot.com/
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Moon Mythology
Some say “The moon is made of green cheese”
Others argue “It’s just a hollow orb
Placed there by a race from Sirius B”
I say “Pass the crackers please”
“Let’s eat this strange anomaly”
Indeed...
The Universe is full of wondrous things
Planets, asteroids, suns, even black holes
Along with countless, divers beings
Who may look different, yet be kindred souls
Rejoice…
God in all His Wisdom could not afford
To allow creatures such as us be bored
ROTMS
Read more ROTMS writings at,
http: //rotms.blogspot.com/
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
rainbow People
Gone is the church
Gone the steeple
Tower of Babel fell
Good men did rebel
Hearts' spoke as one
‘Neath moon n' sun;
'We're Rainbow People'
ROTMS
View ROTMS poems, images and video at;
rotms.blogspot.com
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ritual
Pray the prayer that is the essence
of every ritual;
GOD
“I have no hope, I am torn to shreds.
You are my first, last and only refuge.”
Don’t pray daily prayers like a bird,
pecking its head up and down.
Indeed, prayer is an egg.
Hatch out all helplessness inside.
(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Pain
It pounced upon him in an instant
Much like a monsoon's pelting rain
He'd never felt anything as intense
From a cruel demon known as pain
(For Gene)
ROTMS
View ROTMS poems, images and video at;
rotms.blogspot.com
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Open Hearts Break Easily
Fright is instinctive fear, designed to protect us from physical danger.
Worry is fear produced by our worst imaginings.
Guilt is fear caused by a troubled conscience.
Insecurity is fear prompted by feelings of inadequacy.
Dread is fear generated by life’s fundamental uncertainty.
I have also come to recognize three distinct kinds of courage, defined, in this case, according to their objective.
We require:
The Courage to Act–because performing is a gutsy thing to do.
The Courage to Love–because open hearts break easily.
The Courage to Be–because, all by itself, life can be frightening.
poem by Ralph Acosta
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Men With Broken Hearts
You'll meet many just like me upon life's busy street
With shoulders stooped and heads bowed low and eyes that stare in defeat
Or souls that live within the past where sorrow plays all parts
Where a living death is all that's left for men with broken hearts
You have no right to be the judge to criticize and condemn
Just think but for the grace of God it would be you instead of him
One careless step a thoughtless deed and then the misery starts
And to those who weep death comes cheap these men with broken hearts
Oh so humble you should be when they come passing by
For it's written that the greatest men never get too big to cry
Some lose faith in love and life when sorrow shoots her darts
And with hope all gone they walk alone these men with broken hearts
You've never walked in that man's shoes or saw things through his eyes
Or stood and watched with helpless hands while the heart inside you dies
Some were propers some were kings and some were masters of the arts
But in their shame they're all the same these men with broken hearts
Life sometimes can be so cruel that a heart will pray for death
God why must these living dead know pain with every breath
So help your brother along the road no matter where he starts
For the God that made you made them too these men with broken hearts
song performed by by Hank Williams
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Human Heart II (From The Holy Bible)
Pray in your heart and rejoice in the LORD
God hardens hearts and melts them just like snow;
Return to God with all your hearts contrite;
The LORD looks at your heart and knows your thoughts!
God searches hearts and touches them for good;
All that is in your heart is known to God!
As Saul left Samuel's place, God changed his heart;
Serve the LORD faithfully with all your heart.
‘I am with you, heart and soul, ' says the Lord;
How wicked is the human heart at times!
Take heart again and let no fear seize it;
God is the one who knows each human heart.
The Lord discerns the human heart too well;
All turn your hearts to Him in obedience,
And live by his decrees and his commands;
Be glad in heart for good things God has done.
God knows your heart's desires before you;
God had put his wisdom in Solomon's heart;
He sees the integrity of your heart;
Let hearts of those who seek the lord, rejoice!
God tests the heart and understands secrets;
God forgives when you repent from your heart;
Set your heart in seeking God all your life;
Let pride not fill your heart and bring God's wrath!
God puts both fear and courage in man's heart;
Lay up his words upon your heart with care;
Conceal no sin nor hide your guilt in heart;
God knows the cravings of the human heart!
Never harbor malice against others;
Afill your heart with joy as it pounds, leaps;
Praise God with all your heart and render thanks;
Love the Lord Almighty God with your heart!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 16-11-12
poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Our Inner Wars....
we what must fear most is not the war
that eliminates us all
when we are all gone, no one's telling
about what misery was there
we dread most is the war within
it is everyday and no one knows that pain
you cannot signify
or if you will, shall they be genuinely interested?
they too have their own inner wars
arguments and heated deliberations inside the
conference rooms of their hearts
against the mind
like bow and arrow is this spirit and body
like night and day
this struggle for morality
the good that we have and the evil that we embrace
the guilt that settles like sediments
at the bottom of the deepest river
the way we smile when we meet friends
the way we burst into tears when we are finally alone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Nothing To Fear
What freezes love in your eyes
What steals the force from your life
What holds us ransom tonight
What stops you seeing yourself?
Only fear can stand
On potentials hands
This is the greatest day of your life
If you make it
And the old spells you know
They can be broken
Nothing to fear
Nothing to fear
The greatest faults can be beaten
The grandest problems defeated
Impossible choices completed
Infinite pain will be treated
Only fear can stand
On potentials hands
This is the greatest day of your life
And we made it
And the old spells you know
cause they can be broken
Nothing to fear
Nothing to fear
This is the greatest day of your life
And weve made it
Break the old spells
Oh, let them be broken
Nothing to fear
No, nothing to fear
This is the greatest day
Break the old spells and throw them away
Break the old spells
Dont yknow they can be broken
No, nothing to fear
Nothing to fear
Nothing to fear
Nothing to fear
song performed by by Howard Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Painted Dolls
Morally and ethically vacant
The puritan forgot to be decent
Banished from this humble abode
Alone on his faithless road
Changed over night I see
Because you weren't there for me
I fell into the grim reapers claws
While you had your painted dolls
I see I wasn't enough for you
Paying for filth, I feel what might be true
Guilt begot guilt
Upon my sewing quilt
A tapestry to hang on the wall
Where our love did seem to fall
Painted a story of the loveless eye
Where the innocent chose to die
You could have been there for me
Made me love again in this toiling sea
Yet you were gone with painted dolls
Setting my heart to raging falls
Once a timid stream that did not stir
Now; my love, you deserve no cure
For tired eyes that burn with hate
God would say you chose this fate
So curse and scream all you want
This deserved pain I do not flaunt
Go ahead down your lonely road
Away from your humble abode
To where you have your poison liquor
Not a memory will dare to flicker
Upon the eyes of those painted dolls
If only you answered my hopeless calls
poem by Chyna Parker
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Moms…
Moms are very special,
They are there to tell you to do your homework.
They give you your lunch because you forgot it.
Moms are there to embarrass you
By yelling your name at all your sports games.
Moms are there by your side
Just in case you get a boo-boo
And she can make the hurt go away
All just with one kiss.
Moms are there standing in front of the window
Watching daddy teach you how to ride a bicycle.
Moms are there sitting in the audience
Wishing you the best while you act in your first play.
Moms are there crying her eyes out
At your elementary graduation,
Whispering I Love You.
Moms are there to comfort you
When you come home crying
Because you found out that your crush is with another.
Moms are there to guide you
Through life and help you get through
All those rough times when you think you’re alone.
Moms are there crying her eyes out again
At your high school graduation
Thinking to herself that you will do great in the real world.
Knowing that you may be far away
But you will stay deep in her heart until you come home for the holiday visits.
Moms are very special they’re by your side even though
You can not see them some times.
They’re our little Angels sent to
Guide us in the right path.
So I thank you God for my mom,
Happy Mother’s Day mom
And I Love You.
poem by Kimberly Santistevan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!