Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
29th Apr 2025 9:17pm
29th Apr 2025 9:17pm
the dying in us all
i realise too late
(for youth and childhood)
the hardest emotion to feel
the thing i always fought against
and that which kept out all
was love, forgiveness.
how i imagined killing you
so many times
of making you afraid
as you made me
when round your own son’s neck
you placed your hands
and held him fast across the bath
the tap running, running.
i thought of stabbing you to death
of breaking your skull with a chair
and feeling pleasure on
the consummation of that act
approaching sensuality. ...
(for youth and childhood)
the hardest emotion to feel
the thing i always fought against
and that which kept out all
was love, forgiveness.
how i imagined killing you
so many times
of making you afraid
as you made me
when round your own son’s neck
you placed your hands
and held him fast across the bath
the tap running, running.
i thought of stabbing you to death
of breaking your skull with a chair
and feeling pleasure on
the consummation of that act
approaching sensuality. ...
#abuse
#childhood
#forgiveness #love
#forgiveness #love
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
26th Apr 2025 10:57pm
26th Apr 2025 10:57pm
A Farewell
Finding true forgiveness
with the past has restored my spirit”
- Elisha Harden
and once those vultures stop picking at the bones
they fly away looking for new carrion
guilt tends to be the same way
until it realizes there’s nothing to pick here
so just carry on
carry on…
letting go of the past
maybe one of the hardest thing to do
whether looking for the answers or absolution
it’s a difficult path to achieve peace
even if we are the villain in someone else’s story
...
with the past has restored my spirit”
- Elisha Harden
and once those vultures stop picking at the bones
they fly away looking for new carrion
guilt tends to be the same way
until it realizes there’s nothing to pick here
so just carry on
carry on…
letting go of the past
maybe one of the hardest thing to do
whether looking for the answers or absolution
it’s a difficult path to achieve peace
even if we are the villain in someone else’s story
...
#forgiveness
#love
#peace #redemption
#peace #redemption
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Baldwin
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2025 1:28pm
23rd Apr 2025 1:28pm
Rembrandt's Return of the Prodigal
A father stands embracing now
his broken suplicating son,
embodying within his grace filled
outstretched hands so softly laid upon
the shoulders of his prodigal
an avid wondered welcoming,
his face
a portrait of the speechless joy aroused
at the fulfillment of a fervent hope
too long denied.
Rarely has a fondling touch,
a countenance,
conveyed so much
of full forgiveness of a patriarch’s abandonment.
And all the while
the scowling older brother of the ragged penitent,
then standing,
fingers...
his broken suplicating son,
embodying within his grace filled
outstretched hands so softly laid upon
the shoulders of his prodigal
an avid wondered welcoming,
his face
a portrait of the speechless joy aroused
at the fulfillment of a fervent hope
too long denied.
Rarely has a fondling touch,
a countenance,
conveyed so much
of full forgiveness of a patriarch’s abandonment.
And all the while
the scowling older brother of the ragged penitent,
then standing,
fingers...
#forgiveness
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Listentoact
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2025 1:32am
22nd Apr 2025 1:32am
Quiet thoughts when you sleep
Last night under the crimson black covers of the night,
post letter of thoughts mailed in their opinions each rigged with a bouquet of grenades sensitive towards emotion,
consciousness sweating at the touch of the letter ready to deliver a final blow to this latters hope in ashes of the future,
fingerprints imprinted on a scale model of a heart playing poker with fate asking whether today do I lose my essence,when I dip my skin in the pond of change,
In truth change is married to meaning a couple with roots that amplify all sorts new order
In the soul, ...
post letter of thoughts mailed in their opinions each rigged with a bouquet of grenades sensitive towards emotion,
consciousness sweating at the touch of the letter ready to deliver a final blow to this latters hope in ashes of the future,
fingerprints imprinted on a scale model of a heart playing poker with fate asking whether today do I lose my essence,when I dip my skin in the pond of change,
In truth change is married to meaning a couple with roots that amplify all sorts new order
In the soul, ...
#courage
#forgiveness
#redemption
#respect
#strength
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 2:41am
15th Apr 2025 2:41am
Scare to step out
Where do you see thyself 🤔 in your life and world. 🌎 THAT you need and want a good woman, for a good man and good man, for a good woman. YET in these days and times 🤔 I wonder what happen, to each of us as the years silencely, pass is us by, within space and time. ⏱️ FOR SURE IT HAS GOTTEN TO THE POINT 😞 that it looks like that love does exist in the world 🌍 anymore 😔 For sure more than anything that I've been dreaming about is what I want and need 🤔 not what I don't need or want in my life and world and dreams. 💓...
#forgiveness
#hope
#kindness
#love
#redemption
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 3:37am
7th Apr 2025 3:37am
Heartstrings Can Be Troublesome Things
It’s the innocence about the times that I miss most
The way they used to look up
The little voices pulling at the heart
When I used to drive by that church on Washington
There was a moon at the top of the steeple
His little voice would cry out “the moon daddy, the moon”
There was some comfort in hearing that
Yet I knew deep down inside as time would go by
All that would fade away
But that was years ago…
It was as we walked through the museum
That his silence pierced through me
His indifference growing
That...
The way they used to look up
The little voices pulling at the heart
When I used to drive by that church on Washington
There was a moon at the top of the steeple
His little voice would cry out “the moon daddy, the moon”
There was some comfort in hearing that
Yet I knew deep down inside as time would go by
All that would fade away
But that was years ago…
It was as we walked through the museum
That his silence pierced through me
His indifference growing
That...
#children
#fatherhood
#forgiveness #TimeHeals
#forgiveness #TimeHeals
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BeautifulNothing2
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 7:54am
5th Apr 2025 7:54am
Light
Lift me up,
Just to break me down,
Wipe my tears,
Only to push me to the ground
Soulless eyes,
Bleeding into my life,
Web of words,
Spun into a beautiful lie,
You don't love me,
You said you wished I would die,
You lift me up,
Only to slam me down,
Back to reality,
You've taken my crown,
How can I get over this?
Your love is like a bottomless lake,
And I can't swim,
You laugh at me while I drown,
Broken promises,
Empty words,
Constantly questioning my self worth,
You mock...
Just to break me down,
Wipe my tears,
Only to push me to the ground
Soulless eyes,
Bleeding into my life,
Web of words,
Spun into a beautiful lie,
You don't love me,
You said you wished I would die,
You lift me up,
Only to slam me down,
Back to reality,
You've taken my crown,
How can I get over this?
Your love is like a bottomless lake,
And I can't swim,
You laugh at me while I drown,
Broken promises,
Empty words,
Constantly questioning my self worth,
You mock...
#abuse
#forgiveness
#love #suffering
#love #suffering
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 8:12pm
3rd Apr 2025 8:12pm
SILLY BILLIE YOU'RE SO SILLY
This is the story of Silly Billie
A little boy who was so silly
He lost his friend whose name was Willie
Because he stold candy from his sister Millie.
He didn’t stop there – that Silly Billie
Feeling alone without his friend whose name was Willie
He made a new friend who was just as silly!
Loud and rambunctious and all up-hilly
The librarian, whose name was Chantilly,
Did not like noise nor anyone O so silly!
Influenced by Willie, Silly Billie was given a “Silly Willie”
When he cried out
And the librarian threw him out!
...
A little boy who was so silly
He lost his friend whose name was Willie
Because he stold candy from his sister Millie.
He didn’t stop there – that Silly Billie
Feeling alone without his friend whose name was Willie
He made a new friend who was just as silly!
Loud and rambunctious and all up-hilly
The librarian, whose name was Chantilly,
Did not like noise nor anyone O so silly!
Influenced by Willie, Silly Billie was given a “Silly Willie”
When he cried out
And the librarian threw him out!
...
#Christian
#forgiveness
#redemption #rejection
#redemption #rejection
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Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 6:45am
3rd Apr 2025 6:45am
Let’s Take Each Other To Hell One Last Time
I’ve always had a way
with the petrified and scared
despite the way my body pulses
aposematic signals
from the scarred knuckles and hulking frame
to the frown lines etched into my face
and I wonder if it’s
because of a sympathetic-nervous-system response
reminiscent of the times I hid in a closet and read books
my small boy body discoloured in the hue
of the beating I took
adrenaline still pounding through my trembling flesh
or if it was because I didn’t care if I got hurt ...
with the petrified and scared
despite the way my body pulses
aposematic signals
from the scarred knuckles and hulking frame
to the frown lines etched into my face
and I wonder if it’s
because of a sympathetic-nervous-system response
reminiscent of the times I hid in a closet and read books
my small boy body discoloured in the hue
of the beating I took
adrenaline still pounding through my trembling flesh
or if it was because I didn’t care if I got hurt ...
#beauty
#forgiveness
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Betty
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 2:29am
3rd Apr 2025 2:29am
Amnesia and the taste of pleather
My love notes on your shirt
grew as sticky
as the air
in my wasted lungs
and the feel of your
forehead against mine
scared the shit out of me. again.
angered me. again.
fucked me up in what I
can only brand as the
flavor of
us;
and our version of love
is poison in a diet-coke can
served ice-fucking cold
again.
your warm mouth traced
hope on my...
grew as sticky
as the air
in my wasted lungs
and the feel of your
forehead against mine
scared the shit out of me. again.
angered me. again.
fucked me up in what I
can only brand as the
flavor of
us;
and our version of love
is poison in a diet-coke can
served ice-fucking cold
again.
your warm mouth traced
hope on my...
#forgiveness
#hope
#hurt
#lust
#obsession
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Nevermindthegaps
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 8:45pm
2nd Apr 2025 8:45pm
Redemption In The Wreckage
I’ve always loved you best
in the dark
away from prying eyes in
revered silence
where your allure was mine
and it whistled careless as
the wind cutting through the cliffs
from those moments I stole and we shared
right now you remind me of a hymn
of blasphemy sung in augmented fourth
I can’t bear to see you like this
our names crusted in your blood
as you traced
what was lost on the mantle
the mahogany absorbing your essence
filling the carved out words ...
in the dark
away from prying eyes in
revered silence
where your allure was mine
and it whistled careless as
the wind cutting through the cliffs
from those moments I stole and we shared
right now you remind me of a hymn
of blasphemy sung in augmented fourth
I can’t bear to see you like this
our names crusted in your blood
as you traced
what was lost on the mantle
the mahogany absorbing your essence
filling the carved out words ...
#forgiveness
#love
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Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
29th Mar 2025 12:46pm
29th Mar 2025 12:46pm
It Was Very Good
In those moments as I rocked gently over Shawn,
I suddenly felt the thoughts of past lives swirling in my head.
I continued rising and falling against Shawn’s firmness
while watching feelings of guilt drifting through an open window
as if pulled by a draft into the night sky.
I felt fears, loss, and brokenness falling from my body
and being pulled into the night.
I was in the moment and felt Shawn’s presence within me,
but I’d stepped back like a witness,
observing without judgment.
Gradually I came to realize ...
I suddenly felt the thoughts of past lives swirling in my head.
I continued rising and falling against Shawn’s firmness
while watching feelings of guilt drifting through an open window
as if pulled by a draft into the night sky.
I felt fears, loss, and brokenness falling from my body
and being pulled into the night.
I was in the moment and felt Shawn’s presence within me,
but I’d stepped back like a witness,
observing without judgment.
Gradually I came to realize ...
#forgiveness
#religion
#sex
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