Have You Been Writing Lately?I have dishevelled hair so I shave itHave You Been Writing Lately?2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the scalp and to the point that I bleed
I no longer want to write my thoughts down
So I’ll try anything to set them free
It is not my pen that is the problem
And my fountain of ink has not run dry
I’m not experiencing writers block
These thoughts are twisted and I don’t know why
I have a multitude of memories
That my mind chooses to manipulate
In to more disturbing scenarios
That only the wicked ones can relate
If I cant find purity within me
Why do I bother to write anymore
Like a lost soul that is tired of life
Maybe death is something I should explore
I have always walked amongst the shadows
Where all the demons that you gave me lurk
But the death of my body will set me free
And illuminate my body of work
I have a creative mind but I abused it
At which point my sanity began to disperse
What is this gift of writing that I hear
All I have ever felt from this is cursed
One way from homeOne way from home3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So far gone, yet still walking in the rain.
On the dead end street, with the one way lane.
Tears and rain drops, leave the same stain.
No-one need know, if I'm silent in my pain.
Cross my heartCross my heartCross my heart1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and hope to die,
I never thought
we´d say goodbye.
I promise honey
I´m being good,
I´d be with you
if I could
but I must wait
till God decides,
to place me once more
by your side.
Cross my heart
I still love you so,
you have to know.
The place in my heart
that you once filled,
is longing for you
and always will.
Cross my heart,
it hurts so much,
not to have your gentle touch,
not to hear your wonderful laughter,
stuck here in this life ever after.
Cross my heart
this life goes on,
even if we want or not.
Happy or sad,
if we live or if we die.
A poem by Suzanne Karbach 15th July 2014
Things His Father Taught HimThe things his father taught him,Things His Father Taught Him2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When he was just a little boy,
Didn’t consist of games,
Or playing with friends and toys.
The first few lessons that spewed,
From that old man’s lips,
Were meant to be cherished,
So his son would never forget.
“There are women in the world”
His father said proudly.
“Old women, young women, girls.”
And the son listened soundly.
“You treat them respect,
And protection through and through,
You do this every day,
That respect will be given to you.”
So son just nodded,
And took some more advice.
He’d be kind to the girls he’d encounter
And in return, he thought they’d be nice.
Years had long passed,
Since that calming conversation,
And son had gotten older,
He’d gone out into civilization.
Father’s words stuck to him,
So he tried to put them to use,
He wanted to be respectful,
So he picked what paths to choose.
The first time he saw her,
She carried a few books,
They looked rather
You Told Me That You Loved MeYou told me that you loved meYou Told Me That You Loved Me10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And breathed life in to my world
You told me that you loved me
And you’ll always be my girl
You told me that you loved me
That I’m such a special man
You told me that you loved me
And we were part of His plan
Now you tell me you don’t love me
But you still let me believe
You tell me you don’t love me
And you never let me grieve
You tell me you don’t love me
That we can only be friends
Then you tell me you still love me
But never speak to me again
Once upon a time...Mirror mirror on the wall..Once upon a time...1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh you scare me....I don't like you at all!
No one truly dares to care for my fragile heart or the real me.
All they see is an ugly face stuck on a thick body.
How fragile we all are.You have died a hero,How fragile we all are.1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
much too young.
No time to see your body worn,
so youthful ,so strong.
No old age aches and pains,
no wrinkles or false teeth,
still handsome and so full of life,
even jokes upon your lips.
You have died a hero,
a place in all our hearts,
shocked and saddened at your passing,
How fragile we all are.
Now as the time passes,
your memory will remain
and as we reminisce your life
your image stays the same
You have died my hero
and although I´d like to scold,
one sad thought`s just occurred to me,
you´ll never see me old.
by Suzanne Karbach June 2014
Your words hurt"That's so gay"Your words hurt1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is just as horrible as "Faggot".
Because it sends the fake message
That homosexuals are bad,
That we are less worthy.
You never hear anyone say "That's so straight"
So why would you use gay in such a way?
Did you know; Teens that constantly hear the phrase "that's so gay"
Or the term "faggot"
Are more likely to develop eating problems,
And feel more isolated
Than those who do not hear it on a regular basis.
Words hurt, and using the word gay
As a sign of femininity in a derogatory way,
As an insult,
Or a term for something bad in general,
Is not okay.
Homosexuality is a matter of who you are attracted to,
Who you love.
It's not a behavior,
And it's not something that you can use
In a derogatory manner.
If you say "faggot"
Or "that's so gay",
Regardless of whether you realize or not
That it's offensive to an entire community,
An entire minority,
The fact still remains:
Your words are homophobic,
And perpetuate LGBTQ+ discrimination.
My sexuality is not a behavior,
What s it like in HeavenWhat´s it like in heaven?What s it like in Heaven3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I´d really like to know
cos you´re there and I miss you
and I´d really like to go.
Is there always sunny weather,
aromatic fields of heather,
beautiful the skies of blue
and as always lots to do?
Do you dine at good restaurants
with all the delicacies you could want?
A window table just for two
where you know, I´d like the view.
Is everybody kind to you,
loving, caring, honest, true?
Hope you´re making some good friends
but know our love will never end.
Do you look down here from time to time?
You will see I`m doing fine,
missing you like crazy , true
but one day for sure ,soon
We´ll be together me and you,
reunited in heavens blue.
What´s it like in heaven?
I wish that I could see,
cos you´re there and I miss you,
please reserve a place for me.
By Suzanne Karbach
Don't wait (anti-bullying poem entry)A boy stands unnoticed at the back of the crowd,Don't wait (anti-bullying poem entry)1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And walks through the hallways with his head held down.
You can see the cuts, the bruises, the pain and the hurt,
But you just watch him pass by with his face covered in dirt.
You want so bad to help, but you're just too scared.
You know what they'll do to you if they catch you there.
So instead you watch, not doing a thing
Until the day came when he ended the pain.
He pulled the trigger and his body went down,
The boy you might have saved as you stood in the crowd.
When the news came the next night you cried yourself to sleep,
For the thought of your choice now makes you weep.
What if it was you, alone in those halls?
What if it was you, with no one to call?
Why did you stand there as he hurt every day?
Why did you not try to help find some other way?
But alas, you realized too late,
Just a silly poemI´m just kidding myself,Just a silly poem1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
nothing is okay,
pretending I´ll get by
and I will find my way.
You left a gaping hole
where my heart used to be
and a person full of doubt
in their ability.
I have to start a fresh
but don´t know what to do,
no one now to ask advice,
I always turned to you.
Feeling sometimes helpless,
forced into this new life.
I´m too young to retire,
too old for all this strife.
So in this hopeless situation
I sit all day at home,
lamenting my predicament
and writing silly poems !
A(nother silly) poem by Suzanne Karbach June 2014
My WordsMy words fill spaceMy Words1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my words ring true
my words describe
what lips can't do
My words escape
my words flow free
these words are mine
what I can't hold in me
My words are sadness
my words are pain
my words are joy
and all I contain
My words are a reflection
of the world outside
my words are a portal
to my being inside
a salve for the world-weary soulHow frail and fragile are these hands which lofta salve for the world-weary soul1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The world in cupped palms. A lifeline stained
With tragedy collecting thick and oft'
'Neath brittle fingernails, these mem'ries pained.
A violet smear, old joints bruised blue
By worry are these bones afflicted still.
And slip'ry is the grip that binds in lieu
Of firm and stable love or iron will.
Alas! The ailments of my limbs fall short,
In power over mine heart they are weak.
There is a bubbling peace my veins doth sport,
Seen in these sparkling eyes and lustrous cheeks.
A remedy for hardships I employ,
You'll find these suff'ring fingers soothed with joy.
Why I Always take a JacketWhen I was younger my mom always said to me:Why I Always take a Jacket1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Take a jacket when you leave the house.
You never know when it's going to be cold."
I listened to her request and took a jacket
Because I wanted to be warm at nighttime.
When a few years passed I realized something;
Sometimes a couple would walk past me
But it was obvious that one person wore a jacket
That belonged to the other person.
I thought it was weird but shrugged it off moments later.
During my adolescent years I got a little jealous.
I found out that giving a person a jacket meant something.
It meant that you cared for said person
And you wanted them to be warm.
This got me wondering: Did other people care for me?
Questions like that made me evaluate myself.
My mom bought me the jackets I wear so that I stay warm,
So that meant she loves me.
After calming myself with this fact,
I snuggle into my own jacket and carry on with my life.
It's cold. Shivers run through me repeatedly.
I forgot my jacket.
Everyone else is laughing and havi
Thoughts at midnightAll I can feel is a deep searing pain.Thoughts at midnight3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It runs in my blood.
It drives my insane.
It washes over me and I can't escape.
I do not want to leave
But I don't want to stay.
I am scared, so scared of what happens next.
Will I still be alive?
Or just end up dead?
I'm confused and hurt all at the same time.
Have you changed your mind?
Did you lose your shine?
I don't understand what you mean but I hope it's the truth.
I don't need explanations I just need proof.
Two Sides to Every Story1.Two Sides to Every Story1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can you see me standing here?
You seem to be quite unaware.
But then you never saw my tears,
Or felt the impact of my fears.
You never saw the love that glistened
In my eyes or ever listened,
To my inner, silent screams
Or shared my hopes, or knew my dreams.
You didn’t see the sharpened knife,
The day that I took my own life,
Or noticed that a pool of blood,
From ‘neath the door did slowly flood.
You sat there with a book just reading,
Whilst I lay there slowly bleeding.
I heard your heart, I heard your breath,
As I lay in the throes of death.
You found me then, but did not cry,
I only heard a heavy sigh,
I wished then for a last embrace,
But you did not even touch my face.
Silence always was a wall,
I wonder was I there at all,
Can you see me standing here?
You seem to be quite unaware.
For you dear, I was always there,
A silent rock, but in despair
Lacking words and lacking touch,
Knowing these, you craved so much.
Often locked away in book
Don't shed a tear.When you walked into my lifeDon't shed a tear.1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I didn't think so much would change
You offered something i never felt
And i'll admit that i was afraid
But then you added comfort
Made me feel safe in what we have
You got me so ready for the future
I almost forgot about my past
And like the angel that you are
You steered me in the right direction
I may always keep you safe
But you give my heart protection
So when you look into that mirror
Shedding a tear at what you see
Think about how you changed my life
And just how much you mean to me
I love you
UntitledFalse words,Untitled3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fake "I love you's"
Lies told with a smile.
My life is made
With his petty lies,
On the tile.
Did He Know 7-9-14He bites his tongue and holds his breathDid He Know 7-9-142 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Calling upon Death.
To take away his pain
His wish was all in vain.
Never could he gain a friend
Who was there till the very end.
Never once did he feel complete
Not even when her friendship couldn’t be beat.
Never once did he truly see
That she was the only who would never flee.
Never before did that boy know
He was the reason she let her blood flow...
Daily Poem #29There is so much to be doneDaily Poem #291 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And so little time
For I am yours
And you are mine
Goodbye (Maybe We'll Meet Again)This is very unfortunateGoodbye (Maybe We'll Meet Again)1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’m disappointed in you
But don’t worry yourself much
I’m disappointed in me, too
I dearly miss something that,
To begin with, never existed
These memories of back then
Will always remain twisted
My hopes have foundation
On loose and crumbling ground
My desires are secured
Under the surface where I drowned
The noose around my neck
Is tied by my own hands
For I can’t go back in time
To change my failed plans
This present is tainted
With unfulfilled dreams
Your memory, like a ghost
Haunts with promising schemes
But if there’s one thing I’ve learned
If there’s one thing to note
My past is not something
On which I will dote
So, before I leave you
This you should know:
Trees have scars, too
But they’re still willing to grow
Wounds need oxygen
In order to mend
If they’re covered by gauze
Time of healing extends
The past is the past
You should let it lie
We all make mistakes
Spread those wing and fly
Our failures a
Too LateEarlier, I had a visionToo Late1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of my father calling me
After years of not speaking
I was surprised as could be
“Hey,” he greeted softly
“I know it’s been a while
“I have something to tell you.”
I just sat there, without a smile
“You’re twenty-one years old
“And I know I’ve missed a lot
“But listen closely, now
“You’re the only daughter that I’ve got.”
“I’ve appreciated you from the beginning
“I’m sorry I didn’t show it much
“My selfishness blinded me
“It’s definitely my worst crutch.”
“I want you to know you’re beautiful
“I never told you that once
“I regret it now and forever
“Man, I’m such a dunce!”
“And I wouldn’t forget to mention
“How intelligent that you are
“You’re IQ is higher than mine!
“I know that you’ll go far.”
“You have so much potential
Men s Health PoemHey all you men out there,Men s Health Poem3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you´re not invincible.
It´s not a sign of weakness,
on becoming ill.
Think of your wife,
your wonderful life
think of the kids together,
nobody can live forever.
This might cause them deep regret,
if you go on keeping your secret,
they know nothing of your plight
or about your daily fight.
Research it on the line,
stop putting it on a shelf
you must be having a real hard time,
stop keeping it to yourself.
You think your symptoms aren´t dangerous,
saying this can´t happen to me
but honestly Colon Cancer caught early enough
can be dealt with easily.
So why not see a doctor,
that´s where you should begin.
Stop asking all these questions why
act now and just check in.
If you are having symptoms,
of which you can´t deny,
do yourself a favour, GO!
Or do you want to die?
A Poem by Suzanne Karbach July 2014
An Unwanted AngelAn Unwanted Angel1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Snow falls down softly
This cold winter night
A small angel in white
Her name is Emily
A girl of but six
Coughing and sick
Tears freeze on her cheeks
Her head bowed in prayer
Hoping to be found
For someone to care
An unwanted angel
Sits shivering in fright
Knowing how close
She is to losing her fight
Uncared for and alone
She takes her last breath
And on Christmas Eve night
This angel meets death