Alice

Aug 2017

SøułSurvivør

my
heart
        is
a
scattered
                 puzzle
     game

all
       the
                   pieces
a
grey
prison
                 wall

You
take
              Your
tender
                        brush
               and
paint
              each
     little
segment
            bright
colors
I
can
              only
see
after
You've
                     turned
             them
over

You've
                  fitted
           them
together
with
such

LOVE!

no

ADORATION!

and
when
You're
done

                         fitting

me

             together

I
see
       my
heart
is
a

garden

of

YOUR

GLORY!

SøułSurvivør
(C) 8/19/2017

This poem came to me as I was reading tonight. I was thinking of puzzle pieces and how they are gray on the back. But God is always painting a picture of glory on the other side! And He's the only one who can fit the puzzle game together!

I am a slow reader, I realize. Thank you for being patient with me if I have not read a whole lot. I hate to skim poetry. It's like putting a piece of chocolate in your mouth and then spitting it out right away! I like to savor it! Thanks for understanding!

♡ Catherine

#life #depression #glory #god #jesus #heart #happiness #hellopoetry107

Alice Aug 2017

I Looked At The Mirror

I looked at the mirror.
And a wonderful idiot
Is looking back at me.
How about you,
What do you see?

Aug 2017

John Edward Smallshaw

Loose leaf

Write some verse
and
call it poetry,

an opportunity
to see what your
poetry
can do.

each confession a mission
to rid me of pain,
every line follows on,
a reminder to remember
again.

So we write out the wrong
if we can and become
better men
then we remember
the pain once again
and we write out some more.

I flow only upstream
adept at
fighting each dream
and the ripples are
mountains to climb.

Aug 2017

Hadrian Veska

The Promise

He said he would come back
But they don't believe him
It's been years since he left
Somewhere I couldn't follow

They call me a fool
Everyday for still believing
That he will come back
And things will be made right

And perhaps they are right
He has been gone years
Indeed long millennia
But I know he'll return

He's not known to break promises

Alice Jul 2017

Broken?

Everything
Is the same...
Yet different.
How?
Well,
You are born.
You learn how to walk.
You learn how to talk.
You play around.
You go to school.
You meet friends.
You find hobbies.
The world knocks you down,
But you get up.
You go to work.
You meet somebody—
You marry that somebody.
You build your own family.
You work again.
You reminisce memories.
You cry.
You laugh.
You live.
You die.
****!
Same old story.
Very ordinary.
But the thing is:
If you're broken,
You become extraordinary.
No, not like Superman or anything.
You become "you."
The scars and wounds tells a
New story.
How you heal it
Is what makes you "you."
Everything is the same
Until they become different.

Inspired by Kathleen Glasgow's "Girl In Pieces"

#life #broken #different #same

Jul 2017

Mysidian Bard

Forget Me Not

Even the most beautiful flower
must carry the curse to wilt
and even in its dying hour
new life upon it is built.

No longer will it grace our eyes,
but through death it is still giving.
A new purpose is served through it's demise:
the chance to nourish the living.

#life #death #flower #cycle #druid #wilt #rebirth #memories