Ambiensse
Richard G
Richard G
Poem Published
28th Jan 2021 7:32am
28th Jan 2021 7:32am
COVID time
COVID 19 got me and gave me
three days breathing oxygen.
Who thought this up?
All I can do is sleep and
wait for you to call me
I need you to come and
visit me but you can’t.
no one is allowed to visit.
I am thankful for the
nurses and staff who
are risking their health
to care for me.
I try not to ask for anything
as they have too much to do
and I need only your call
and your love to keep
me sane.
I leave the hospital
with another three days
of pills to fight off
the last crap of this ...
three days breathing oxygen.
Who thought this up?
All I can do is sleep and
wait for you to call me
I need you to come and
visit me but you can’t.
no one is allowed to visit.
I am thankful for the
nurses and staff who
are risking their health
to care for me.
I try not to ask for anything
as they have too much to do
and I need only your call
and your love to keep
me sane.
I leave the hospital
with another three days
of pills to fight off
the last crap of this ...
#depression
#family
#illness
315 reads
6 Comments
Phantom2426
Poem Published
31st May 2023 00:16am
31st May 2023 00:16am
Know-it-all People
Know-it-all people
are driving me insane
It's okay if you are
smart but do not
gloat about it
help the other
person don't
make them feel
bad about
themselves
you want to
put good out
Into the world
not evil
are driving me insane
It's okay if you are
smart but do not
gloat about it
help the other
person don't
make them feel
bad about
themselves
you want to
put good out
Into the world
not evil
#women
#men
#family
#environment
#TimeHeals
222 reads
9 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
24th Dec 2023 3:09pm
24th Dec 2023 3:09pm
Aunt June
A poor old dingbat lady of the church
who came to visit mom, when I was young:
her teeth on the nightstand Polident perch
tumbler dunked in brief freedom from the tongue.
Last I heard a stroke claimed her, flesh and ghost,
and that she had fallen into a ditch.
But memories are an echo necrosed
like her white cotton bookmark tatting stitch
verse and chapter worn and bond leather bare
on the bible next to those burbling teeth.
But I did not know it; not then; not there;
or long after her casket was beneath ...
who came to visit mom, when I was young:
her teeth on the nightstand Polident perch
tumbler dunked in brief freedom from the tongue.
Last I heard a stroke claimed her, flesh and ghost,
and that she had fallen into a ditch.
But memories are an echo necrosed
like her white cotton bookmark tatting stitch
verse and chapter worn and bond leather bare
on the bible next to those burbling teeth.
But I did not know it; not then; not there;
or long after her casket was beneath ...
#childhood
#family
#memories #MentalHealth
#memories #MentalHealth
93 reads
2 Comments
brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 2:09pm
12th Apr 2024 2:09pm
Sister, removed
I wish I had known you better.
I wish I could say I tried.
But I – buried under small bodies
and schedules and needs,
with just enough distance between us to be
inconvenient –
And you – for so long obscured from my view,
with my lifelong tormentor between us --
I just thought we’d have more time.
Eclipsed by his tortured shadow
of bluster and opinions and judgement,
she tossed out colourful sparkles
of beauty and care into our family,
touching us all with a thoughtfulness
much deeper than...
I wish I could say I tried.
But I – buried under small bodies
and schedules and needs,
with just enough distance between us to be
inconvenient –
And you – for so long obscured from my view,
with my lifelong tormentor between us --
I just thought we’d have more time.
Eclipsed by his tortured shadow
of bluster and opinions and judgement,
she tossed out colourful sparkles
of beauty and care into our family,
touching us all with a thoughtfulness
much deeper than...
#family
#shadows
#spiritual
#cancer
#NaPoWriMo2024
67 reads
10 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
24th Dec 2023 4:24am
24th Dec 2023 4:24am
Home For The Holidays
From My Family To Yours
Happy Holidays
Mini-Production Brought To You By
Another K Production™
Happy Holidays
Mini-Production Brought To You By
Another K Production™
#family
#Christmas
#peace #humankind
#peace #humankind
218 reads
adagio
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2023 10:03pm
3rd Oct 2023 10:03pm
Neon Memories Fading
..listening to the silence of dementia
and neon memories fading away
losing their lunch money
to a lonelier tomorrow
synchronizing the pendulum
in a shroud of darkness
watching shadows of the moonwalk
like a needle on a record skipping
in old photographs, marking time
listening to the silence of dementia
and neon memories fading away
and neon memories fading away
losing their lunch money
to a lonelier tomorrow
synchronizing the pendulum
in a shroud of darkness
watching shadows of the moonwalk
like a needle on a record skipping
in old photographs, marking time
listening to the silence of dementia
and neon memories fading away
#family
#passion
#emotions
88 reads
7 Comments
mysteriouslady
Poem Published
1st Dec 2023 8:35pm
1st Dec 2023 8:35pm
Anonymously Giving
I wasnt born with a silver spoon
the only silver I can remember was the tinsel on our tree
at least we had a tree
There werent toys nor gifts
but somehow, that was ok
we had each other
I remember getting a box on our porch as a kid
it had socks, gloves, fruit and dinner items
not toys
I was young and we didnt know any better
and me and my siblings always looked for that box
that box was special...
At least to us is was
and every year we prayed that whoever donated to fill this box for us ...
the only silver I can remember was the tinsel on our tree
at least we had a tree
There werent toys nor gifts
but somehow, that was ok
we had each other
I remember getting a box on our porch as a kid
it had socks, gloves, fruit and dinner items
not toys
I was young and we didnt know any better
and me and my siblings always looked for that box
that box was special...
At least to us is was
and every year we prayed that whoever donated to fill this box for us ...
#family
#memories
179 reads
16 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2023 2:57am
22nd Jan 2023 2:57am
bet'cha you can't get away with that anymore
1965
living in Georgia
six years
old
my father was a drunk
off his ass son-of-bitch
in every sense of the
word-
but every now and then
he could throw you a bone
I'd would hear him calling
me
"HEY, WHY DON'T YOU
WALK DOWN TO THE
STORE AND GET ME A
PACK OF CAMELS. HERES
A BUCK...
AND GET YOURSELF
SOMETHING TOO."
(that was as good as
it got with my old man)
so... here's this six year
old kid walking along the
roadside heading for...
living in Georgia
six years
old
my father was a drunk
off his ass son-of-bitch
in every sense of the
word-
but every now and then
he could throw you a bone
I'd would hear him calling
me
"HEY, WHY DON'T YOU
WALK DOWN TO THE
STORE AND GET ME A
PACK OF CAMELS. HERES
A BUCK...
AND GET YOURSELF
SOMETHING TOO."
(that was as good as
it got with my old man)
so... here's this six year
old kid walking along the
roadside heading for...
#family
#memories
241 reads
14 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
1st Apr 2024 3:51pm
1st Apr 2024 3:51pm
visitation vista
I found myself in a conversation
with intimate spaces
betwixed lovers and words
watching lands
birthing lambs sprung
as ewes bleated
it was the same conversation
I was having with dawn
whirling whishes whispered
joyous homecoming
after pilgrim waters
bore fishbones
sea gave me shells
as we watched the wind
we became weeds
he has never spoken
about the wisdom
he left the salmon
returned
these...
with intimate spaces
betwixed lovers and words
watching lands
birthing lambs sprung
as ewes bleated
it was the same conversation
I was having with dawn
whirling whishes whispered
joyous homecoming
after pilgrim waters
bore fishbones
sea gave me shells
as we watched the wind
we became weeds
he has never spoken
about the wisdom
he left the salmon
returned
these...
#brother
#family
#memories
44 reads
2 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 6:02am
24th Feb 2024 6:02am
Aaron's Wife
my friend Aaron
married a woman who insisted on not one but two
formal China settings for twelve
in her Saks 5th Avenue registry
she named their son Henri
pronounced Ahn-ree
and trained Aaron
to correct those who pronounced it incorrectly (that is to say everyone)
Henri
excuse me AHN-ree
is a gifted artist
like his mother
look how he holds the paintbrush
in his chubby four-year-old fist
mixing blue and red on wax paper
Purple! he screams
causing his mother to jack up his inflated...
married a woman who insisted on not one but two
formal China settings for twelve
in her Saks 5th Avenue registry
she named their son Henri
pronounced Ahn-ree
and trained Aaron
to correct those who pronounced it incorrectly (that is to say everyone)
Henri
excuse me AHN-ree
is a gifted artist
like his mother
look how he holds the paintbrush
in his chubby four-year-old fist
mixing blue and red on wax paper
Purple! he screams
causing his mother to jack up his inflated...
#dark
#family
158 reads
8 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
17th May 2022 5:18pm
17th May 2022 5:18pm
Across the Throat
Sensitive ass bitches always have some form of hate,
It's been that way since birth, so motherfuckas-too late,
"From the umbilical cord to a bullet proof vest
Blood will always be a outfit on my chest,
"A badge of honor-a decoration of my survival
Just like the insides of a ho's guts upon my swollen dick arrival,
"Feeling the aftermath of an intense fuck
Left like a turtle upside-down helpless on the side of the bed stuck,
"My homie bought his son a trampoline for his birthday
The little motherfucka cried in his...
It's been that way since birth, so motherfuckas-too late,
"From the umbilical cord to a bullet proof vest
Blood will always be a outfit on my chest,
"A badge of honor-a decoration of my survival
Just like the insides of a ho's guts upon my swollen dick arrival,
"Feeling the aftermath of an intense fuck
Left like a turtle upside-down helpless on the side of the bed stuck,
"My homie bought his son a trampoline for his birthday
The little motherfucka cried in his...
#dark
#sex
#family
354 reads
4 Comments
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
15th Mar 2024 10:37am
15th Mar 2024 10:37am
Looping Ends
There was so much death
when I was young
and its impact
shadowed our family
Even still,
that weekly call
to the family
is an exchange of obituaries
Considered a good week,
when there is none.
But I've grown frustrated
that it must dominate our conversations
Or that grief and loss
gets more attention than joy
I often think
those unexpected bouts of sadness
have been planted inside,
just to pull me back
should anything go my way
when I was young
and its impact
shadowed our family
Even still,
that weekly call
to the family
is an exchange of obituaries
Considered a good week,
when there is none.
But I've grown frustrated
that it must dominate our conversations
Or that grief and loss
gets more attention than joy
I often think
those unexpected bouts of sadness
have been planted inside,
just to pull me back
should anything go my way
#grief
#family
#death
118 reads
5 Comments
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