Pro-ChoicePro- Choice was a joke to me,Pro-Choice1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I learned that when I was young.
I myself was pregnant,
when I heard that word, it stung.
I was seventeen, a reckless young girl,
who with the love of my life, thought I could take the world.
But I was wrong, as I soon found out,
I had no idea, what life was really about.
There was suddenly this pain coursing through my stomach,
this thing was inside of me, and at first I didn't want it.
I talked to my 'boy friend', the one who I thought loved me,
but he left when he found out, he found another woman to cling.
I was all by myself with this leech in my system,
but I still didn't want it, can't they see that I’m the victim?
My parents understood, as well as my friends,
So I would get an abortion, no guilt I felt then.
The abortion clinic was small, it felt rather nice,
though the AC blew, it made me as cold as ice.
I scheduled an appointment, for the same time next week
I left the clinic, feeling a heavy weight upon my feet.
I went to the park just to
If LoveIf you´re scared of dyingIf Love3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but too frightened to live.
If loss is defeating,
unwilling to give.
If hope has no reason
and doubt is in season.
If all faith is lost
and your dreams get tossed.
If the light in you starts to dim,
that´s when Love comes in.
Love is grateful.
Love is kind.
Love can ease your troubled mind.
Love is strong.
Love is bold.
Love can make you whole.
By Suzanne Karbach 7th August 2014
The Angel's SorrowPeople say they want oneThe Angel's Sorrow3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
an angel to watch over them
to keep them from coming undone
but it is the angel they condemn.
She has such a large heart
willing to share all of her love
but she was doomed from the start
love wasn't something she could get rid of.
She gave and gave, endlessly eager
they consumed all she could give
yet they complained she was meager
she cried and only hoped they would forgive.
All she wanted was to have love in return
her heart still constantly gave and gave
trapped in silent sorrows, she was left to yearn
Forever she would be love's humble slave.
The angel went on for years without being loved
she toiled and still loved those who needed it
she cried each night, wishing for a beloved
the angel wanted so badly to quit.
Despite the pain, she had a strong hope
that one day one would give her love in return
with this desperate hope, she could cope
her heart would finally stop having to burn.
She hated having such a heart so large
it was an endless pain, a tortur
A Click Away.If you're feeling lonelyA Click Away.3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or if you're just having a bad day
I'm here for you to talk to
I'm just a click away.
Who cares where all the time goes
As long as it's well spent?
I can be your punching bag
I can listen while you vent.
If you want advice
I can give you my two cents
I can help you through the hard times
When you're back is to the fence
There's nothing like a friend
Who won't judge you by your scars
Emotional or physical
They don't tell me who you are
Only what you've been through
So if you're feeling down
Or any other way
I'm here for you to talk to, and
I'm just a click away.
7:40Said you'd meet me at the station,7:403 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
so I waited for the train,
the tunnels stretching out beyond my sight.
Footprints wet on tiled platform—
From above, the sound of rain
and muffled groans of thunder filled the night.
Then the seven-forty bellowed in
and, screeching, checked its pace;
from doors poured forth a horde in coats and cowls.
And I searched the rounded windows
for the angles of your face
but could not find you there, nor in the crowd.
Swiftly in and swiftly leaving,
with a shriek the engine fled,
tracks black and bare behind it: it was gone.
And the passengers pushed past me
to the spattered street ahead;
breath misting in the air, they hurried on.
Empty platform, empty station,
empty echoes on the stair—
No heart to leave, I faced the tracks alone.
But a voice behind called, "Emma?"
I turned, and you were there!
A smile split your tired face. "I'm home."
gone too soonbeauty queen, seventeengone too soon4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
now you're lost inside a dream.
but god, did you shine.
Hate MeYou believe my lieHate Me3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thinking that I
Will spread my wings.
You always see
Goodness inside me
When my eyes can’t.
You don’t see
A cold machine
A beating heart.
Even when I
Am just steel
And nothing else.
Leave this thing
Where the sorrow
Built its home.
It doesn’t belong
Your free spirit
To my endless
You must live.
I was born
To destroy you.
My heart beatsWhat do I do,My heart beats1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it´s over, the end.
What was before,
will never be again.
Devastation is destroying me,
tearing me apart.
Waves of distress wash over me,
eating at my heart.
Crushing pressures make it ache,
It´s hurting me for goodness sake
but still my heart it beats.
Beats for you
but what can I do...... it´s over.
by Suzanne karbach 1st August 2014
Compassion Of The Heart...Come over here and talk to me,Compassion Of The Heart...3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I told my little boy.
"Oh mom I'm mad, my brand new friend,
stole my only toy!"
"My dear sweet son, it pains me so,
to see you so upset, but there's one thing
you ought to know, one thing you won't forget."
"Please mother tell me, what it is
this thing I ought to mind? Can I buy it, is it new
or maybe does it wind?"
Ah my son it's nothing new, it's been around awhile
It's something that I always knew, that won't go out of style!
Son, it's nothing stores can sell, or put upon a shelf,
it's not a truck or Lego set, or some poor garden elf.
Son there's some that don't have much,
your friend and many more...but we will find another toy,
in another store!
It's sad of course your toy is gone, theft is never right...
but think of how your friend might feel, without a toy in sight.
Of course he may have borrowed it, cause friends they often do
I mean to say what is a friend? What does that mean to you
Lost without your LoveThe rain is tapping lightlyLost without your Love4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
outside on the tender leaves.
I look through the windonw
on this cool summer night
caressed by a gently breeze.
I am missing you deeply inside
staring blankly, into space;
curtains blowing softly
against my skin
tears of love, run down my face...
Staring, for the longest while
never realizing the passing time.
Trying to find the pieces
to make it right
the words, to make it rhyme...
For how can I ever tell him
let the deepest part of me show?
That I'm lost without his love...
How will he ever know?
I think of 'you'Peering out my window, noticing, the lilac bush in full bloom.I think of 'you'1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Picking up one of the soft petals
and raising it to my nose;
the air is 'warm'
the fragrance sweet...
I think of 'you'.
The day is lazy.
Soft music comes drifting by my window
from the house down the road.
I notice the gentle hum of the queen bee
as she feeds off the flowers,
and the soothing monotony of the crickets song.
I am so 'aware' - of 'life' taking place...
I think of 'you'.
The cemetery's aglow, with bright flowers,
and fresh, young graves...
I walk, down the mental paths of my mind;
the sun, shining warmly upon my hair, and face.
The birds, ask and answer - the sweet questions
only 'they' understand; as, I walk.
And the tomb stones, look back at me
introducing themselves by name,
welcoming, my company;
'offering', perfumed fragrant gifts
as a symbol of life...
Lifting one, to my nose.
Smelling it's gentle fragrance, and touching it's soft
EnvisionIn my thoughts I'd 'hope' for you....Envision1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wish we could have been...
I'd close my eyes and see in my mind
an ever so sweet envision.
The truth had come to me too late;
though looking back in the blue
the feelings stir, inside me again,
the beautiful ways in which I'd seen you...
I was as a mountain
peaked, with soft white snow;
til the Spring of 'you', came into my life;
then gentle waters flowed....
And went with me
through valleys and streams
of my life, I'd never seen before.
Our differing ways, just intensified
to show me more.
I learned a whole new world of 'me'
things, you already knew...
Of the sun in the sky
it's effect to warm.
You 'showed me' the sky of blue.
I learned of the birth of flowers
as they opened, to the dawn.
I knew then what it was to smile.
You taught me, and then you'd gone.
And slowly I looked about me
at everything that you 'were'.
All the beautiful things
of which, together; helped me
to paint your picture.
Then I understood - and felt the wa
R I Pfragile gripR I P2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
fell off cliff
stand up guy
gave it all
They Live, We SleepDo we know what is really going on?They Live, We Sleep3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do we seriously believe everything we see?
We don’t know what we have until it’s gone,
The day you die is the day you are free.
Don’t let these people get away with it,
They’ll just tell you it’s all for fortune and fame,
The world will change once they achieve their goal,
If you take the deal, expect your life to never be the same.
Resist the temptation;
it takes a nation
to break the formation.
They will have world domination,
If we don't seek education.
This isn't a fantasy,
It’s a reality.
The clock is ticking,
The end is coming.
ReflectionsLike silent raindrops fallingReflections4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
reflections, shown in tears.
The agonies and sorrows;
a picture painted clear.
Each one tells a story
in, such a way
compassionately, as to make you feel
what words could never say.
Watch them slowly falling.
Listen, with your eyes;
to the pictures, painted before you.
See them come alive.
So very colorfully dancing;
in full detail
one, by one...
On and on,
you can't escape.
The story is never done.
Holding onto YouLooking out through the window,Holding onto You4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my thoughts, only I know...
Since the day I left you
it's been raining, constatly
for days in a row.
As I sit here watching
I quietly ask myself 'when'
will I begin to smile?
Will the sun start to shine again?
For love with you was beautiful
so beautiful....at one time.
You had a way with words
a way, of making them rhyme.
On and on, endlessly
your sweet voice filled the air;
making me feel the love you claimed
- though, it was never there.
Now here I sit remembering
sweet memories, of then...
Hating myself for loving you
and wanting you back again.
You WereYou were a moment of truth and beauty,You Were4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that once had touched my life.
You loved me, you really did;
now, I am paying the price.
Paying the price for ignoring the fact
you were so deeply involved;
as I selfishly left you alone with a problem
I knew only I could solve...
Now all that's left to my life is 'hope'
hoping and wondering,... if, and when?
Will those precious moments of truth and beauty
ever touch my life again.
Angel of SuicideAngel of darknessAngel of Suicide4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
angel of death.
I wear you tight to my knuckle
hold you close to my chest.
Black is your color
with a face I can't see.
I wait for your touch
to transform me...
Me into 'you'.
To die is to live.
Freedom in ebony
My song is a scream
my bed is a grave.
I sought peace and rest
but became I
...Now I can't go back
and my deepest of fears
flow quick from my eyes
transparent black tears.
'Hell', she runs deep...
Endless others like me
have sought an escape...
Broken PiecesIn a thousand broken pieces,Broken Pieces2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
lies my shattered heart.
In falling it just hit the ground
and simply fell apart.
Hearing of your betrayal,
caused it to crack and splitter.
Your crushing words they grind it further,
into sparkling glitter.
Now with my heart broken,
gone too my hope and trust.
The remnants of my pulverized heart
get blown away like dust.
A poem by Suzanne Karbach 14th August 2014
spoon sizedDash of truthspoon sized3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cup of tears
Pinch of regret
For wasted years
Seasoned with hope
Born to RepeatNightmares and bad dreamsBorn to Repeat3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Haunt me every night
and fill my bloodstream
with incurable venom.
Filled with all of this fear
for the inevitable feeling
that will be sure to appear
and drag me forever downwards.
Depths of black, formless,
Untouchable and surrounding
Make me feel worthless
In this void of life.
This is my obsession.
Forever only feeling
What comes from this depression.
A cycle born to repeat
to ease the pain I feel.
This is my technique.
The Burden of LossTo the one who became my first true friendThe Burden of Loss1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It seems our wounds weren’t destined to mend
The murder that should have never occurred
To the bonds we knit so tightly secure
We were closer than water, closer than blood
But liquid is liquid, and washes away like a flood
In the end, these regrets are mine to bear
I wish there was some way to show you I care
And turn back the clock to a time we still shared
To the one who became my bantering brother
I would have never traded you for another
Our jokes were filled with lighthearted scorn
Our jests pierced like quick, but gentle thorns
Through sarcasm we drew closer together
But time slowly loosed our friendship’s tether
It was my mistake for being so blind
And my memories are too quick to remind
Our destinies were never meant to intertwine
To the one who became the block in the road
The one of whom I bear the largest load
I’ve attempted to escape this dead end maze
Treaded it so many times, I’ve created my own ways
what gardenTucked between faded pageswhat garden3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In a long forgotten book
A letter written for you
Before I lost the courage it took
To be open about my feelings
And bravely take the lead
What garden might have grown
If I’d only planted a seed
Where along the Line?The sound of raindrops fallingWhere along the Line?4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
softly, throughout the night
has me, reminiscing
on the verge of light
sleep, and tender dreams...
Taking me back in my past...
I see myself in your arms again
in the place where we were last...
Lying there in your arms
as you soft, and gently breathed.
In the air is insecurity
the atmosphere, 'lonely'.
I remember feeling that 'this'
was the last night together we'd spend.
Why did I have to be so right?
And solitude take end.
To the love, we once had given,
as one; so generously?
Whatever happened to our love?
Where along the line did you lose me?