Upon the wings of darkness
you flew into the view
of my dreams.

There you sat, stealing my breathe.

Slowly silence grew within
my mind, as your wings in folded
my visions of old dreams
they faded into memories.

Like silent rain drops
my dreams fell, as they froze
upon my blue lips, I released
one last gasp of air, it came
like a cold breeze.

This was the day my dreams
died, faded forever never
again will I play within it’s
fields and clover.

For even dreams have to say
fair well.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

These chains are what defines
our relationship.

I want to lift the heaviness
light up the darkness, release
myself from these chains.

Love, you chained my heart
now I feel trapped, I’m
wiggling free I’m crawling
out from the darkness.

My fire is a spark but
it only takes a spark
to restart a heart.

So watch me burn brighter
than before, these chains
are no more.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

It's heavy,
It's tightly crunched,
It's bleak,
It's boring,
It's dumb,
It's foggy,
It's murky,
It's doomed to fail.

The writers block
is the deepest pit
anyone could trip over.

It pains,
It pokes,
It ******,
It's​ prevalent ,
and jives.

**© By Amanda D Shelton

Upon the first beating breath
of the universe we expanded
into a blooming existence.

Forever was never included
in the first beating minutes
of our lives, we suffer for it.

We learn how to live
with it, acceptance is
the lesson.

We learn to become a shadow
of our fears, death follows
behind our footsteps and
awareness frightens us as
a reminder.

Aww, the suffering of consciousness
is that like a cool breeze,
it reminds us of our status
in life and age.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Beyond the clouds
my heart rests peacefully,
within the banks
of your blue eyes.

Of mountains cascading
with snow and ice,
my favorite one is
your blue eyes.

Your love taught me how to fly,
my heart rests peacefully
where your blueness soaks
up my rays, seated firmly upon
my sky’s, I love your blue eyes.

**© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

Upon my life you
assume I’ll fight,
how ignorant are you?

You think you are so ugly
you’ve got to express it
through your broken
ego?

Only a bully would be
so shameless, a troll
wants nothing but attention,
the best way to stop it
is ban it before they
say anything else.

Don’t take the trolls
seriously, their just
jealous and ashamed of
their own selves they
have enough problems.

It’s not about you.

Trolls, this is for you…

How low is your IQ?
You can’t relate to others?
Oh wow! you know that
makes you the true problem.

When you’re willing to
dish out the trash you
should be willing to
take it out. We have
trashcans for a reason
you ugly fool.

If you don’t like something
I do, why do you even care
about what I do when you
have a life too?

You’re wasting your life
by waiting for the tolls
to pay out, for one day
it will run out and You
will pay for such evil ways.

So don’t pay the trolls
ban them instead, throw
away all the ugly hate
learn to love yourself
and stop worrying about
everyone else.

Acceptance is the key
to success and prosperity.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I have a needle and thread always ready.

My scars are witnesses to my struggles.

My bruises are sore but healing.

My heart is stronger but bleeding.

My life is calming but
clouded by pain and rain.

My ocean is stormy but
my destination is clear.

My future is always in front
of me, but my plans don't
always follow my rules.

Sometimes I feel like running
but life keeps tugging holding
me to this spot forcing me
to be patient.

So here I am waiting,
darkness is my old friend
and the four walls are my
security.

Until we meet again,
I leave my whispering
poems of thoughts
for you to read and
ponder upon.

I am like a ****, I grow poetry.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

It starts out cold and dark,
as poetry heats up the since
bringing light to the window.

As the viewer begins to read.

The poet burns brightly for all
to see.

Time is never ending in
the poetic world.

It can time travel,
age quickly, defy gravity
and change your mind with
just one simple word.

Its like venom to
my poetic desires.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

It knocks upon my right side of my head,
with a grip of pain deeper than my grave.

It grabs me by the eyeball
scratching and pulling.

It brings its claws of vice,
pokers of searing agany
to scorch my nerves causing
my body to quiver and quake.

My screams are silent,
My agany glooms while doom
consumes everything with pain.

My painful reality looms over
my life, waiting in the dark
to strike.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

We philosophers find solitude
in the forums.

I march alongside the shadows
of ancient philosophers,
walking in their shoes,
sharing the same passion
of poetry and writing.

Like all the other writer's before me,
I too share the same love for
the forums.

The great Halls of knowledge,
are held within the wall's
of the forums.

The internet reflects that deep
need for entertainment,
and our passion has grown,
through the connection
of servers.

I believe it's in our nature
as writer's to want to share
and teach others what we know,
that's why we created the forum.

The Greeks understood philosophy,
their need for entertainment was great, so great they created some of the largest forums.

It's the circle of life,
our minds have a great want
to connect, we reflect our
passionate feelings through poetry,
art, and technology.

Here they become one.*

*© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Shut out the light,
I don’t wish you to see
the emptiness that devours me,
all I truly want you to see
is you (are important to me).

I claim my life
with respect for its gift
but I never wanted to except
its strife until I realized,
I have no choice.

Love choose me,
I never choose
its purpose and direction
(logic is what I use to seek
until I met you).

Upon the wings of swooping
love, its cumbersome and heavy,
not for negative reasons
but because of its
emotional breath
of its life giving purpose.

Emotions can seem heavy
because of what it causes,
love has many purposes
and feelings because
of its emotional connection.

When love is my purpose
you become my purpose
because I love you.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

I might suffer
but I sure know how to fight.

I can up hold my own,
like a squirrel holds
onto their acorns,
I hold onto my life.

I don’t care to argue,
but I will put up a fight,
standing tall
for I am a mighty force
to be reckoned with.

Like lightning,
I know where to strike
I leave my mark,
I make my stand.

I am a beacon in the night,
you may use me but with
caution and care,
I then will burn brightly
for year’s to come.

I am embers burning through
the coldest winters,
my heat radian through the
night air,
giving you a 180° view.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

In my emotional womb is where
you were birthed.

You are trapped inside my
scared heart, in twined in
its scar tissue.

You tug on my heart sting's,
with your furry paws and
sharp little claws.

You're purs are divine
and purrfectly defined,
exactly what the doctor ordered.

You cuddle in my heart chamber
warm and soft, leaving your
hairballs like an expensive coat.

You linger on my clothes
furniture and blinds, you
use the litter box like you're
swimming at the beach.

At times you are smarter than
a two year old child
but don't care about a thing,
except for love and cuddles.

Don't forget about the food!

My morning toe nibbles and
rubbing against my legs.

You have a special meow,
that melts my heart away.

Half pur and trill multiple times
saying I love you one slow blink
at a time.

Ginger Beans is my favorite flavor.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Deep I lay within the earth,
as decay slowly consumes my flesh.

Here death is my friend
and rot is my companion.

Ash and blood mingle
with my memory and
you will never forget
my name for I live on
through your memory of me.

Upon a poem I slipped from
your lips, as my format
slowly became a smudge
of ink.

These are my poetic bones,
reaching out from behind
death's door.

Dirt I breath forevermore.

I am a poet nothing more than
emotional ink drippings and
formats waiting to for you to read
my poetic bones.

I live forever through the
poetic lines I create.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

You are supposed to help me live longer, but sadly you cause
more pain and for me to suffer.

Starts with a pill,
ends with higher level of
pain and no time to ****.

What's the point if you don't help my pain?
I guess the doctor thinks
it's better to live longer
then comfortable.

I am lucky I am strong,
for I would have thrown you away
the first time you caused me more pain.

I suffer from high blood pressure,
I also suffer from chronic life.
Same as you my friend.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Do you dare to love a broken heart?

Love me but love me not if
you want to change who and
what I am.

For happiness is in the here
and now, to accept me for me
and you for you.

That's true love.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

You grew on top my bread,
slowly you spread across the surface,
like grass; you grew fast,
green, brown, and black.

You came and ate my bread,
you stole my gluten and fat,
you gobbled it up just like that.

I will never leave my bread out
on the counter again,
I will close the package tightly,
making sure you can't make entry.

I hate moldy bread,
it's not healthy.*

*© 2017 Amanda Shelton

My heart like porcelain,
break's fragile and bruised
in between your fingers
as you tightened your grip.

It got tighter each passing year,
one,
two,
three,
four,
five,
six,
seven.

The pieces lay before you,
all you did was watch.

As my heart spilt its blood
and suffering soaking
the floor.

The stain is still
and unchangeable,
seems monstrously eternal.

The depression is deep,
deeper still is the blood
I sacrificed and it is left
pulsating with pain and
unfading memories
of you.

The anxiety you caused
is the worst part.

Waking to your shadow,
hovering over me laughing
and playing games with my
life.

The damages you caused are
long lasting.

I have a choice, to be a victim
or to survive without you.

You are abuse, you are ruin,
you are a broken memory always
running away with my heart.

You taught me how to be afraid,
how to guard my heart and life.

I shouldn't have to protect myself from love,
oh no love is supposed to be
free acceptance and long lasting.

You definitely are long lasting,
you are bruises on my life,
gray eyes that once were blue
oceans of longing on deep nights
of kisses and soft caress.

Now, you're kisses turned to
ashes upon my tongue,
you are only a distant memory
of healing wounds.

A scar!

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the rising sun,
my pain has begun.

Within the night
I take flight.

Upon the breeze I am
like a sneeze, I blow about
searching for relief.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Expression, creativity, words,
artful, sentences formatted carefree.

Poetry can be a unique experience, its a form
of expression like art.

It is what the writer
wants it to be.

A simple definition,
poetry is a form of
writing. It’s an easy
concept that people
have over dramatized.

My own is free formed,
with freshly baked
ingredients.

My list of poetic ingredients

1. Imagine the story.
2. Think quickly.
3.Use simple words and build up to larger complex sentences. Until I reach a ******.
4. Be a rapper spit lyrics like a dragon spits fire.
5. Don’t over think about it.
6. Write.

"Be free in your mind
and the poet will fly."

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I love the winter,
cold, and calm.

Slowly life grows strong
and forgets about the summer
sun.

I too become somber, deep,
calm, and still; as the weather
blow's me a chilling kiss.

I ponder deeply,
upon the mornings dawning,
while I drink my coffee.

The sky turns gray, clouds
look like soaking cotton *****
heavy with rain.

I can smell the seasons change,
wafting through the air,
reminding me of past gatherings of
my family and friends.

The food is heavier, and full felling
when the holidays are near.

I love the colder weather,
I am always prepared for the cooler
air.

Ode to winter, and it's
beautiful white blankets
of snow, hot chocolate,
and forgotten treditions
from long ago.



**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

If I fall would you catch me?

I once stood on mountains,
swam the depths of the ocean,
ran miles before going home
hiked bike trails and I climbed
Mammoth mountain.

Like a rose, I grew from a seed
slowly blossoming into a bud,
I took awhile before I stretched
my petals, once I did I was a rose
perfumed well and loved by many.

All I need is a smile and poetry,
people seem to like my unique
style and beaming smile.

Though, my heart was broken
I fell to pieces, I was shattered
by a monster who said I love you
and stabbed me in the back.

Now I am climbing new heights,
I am starting over with my life.

If I fall don't worry I can catch myself.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

I suffer from chronic illnesses,
it's a lonely path sometimes.

No one can see my pain,
it's like a bent shadow of myself.

Avoid of empathy, compassion
and vice, pain doesn't care about
your life, or your plans.

Pain separates us by it's great
chasm between nerve endings
and it's laboured breathe.

Like a thread, pain vibrates
from one end to another
with little resistance.

It comes uninvited for
pain is no one's friend.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Wounds heal but scars
are left behind.

It’s up to you if you let
the scars define who you are.

I see scars as being tattoo
of our struggles and survival.

I am proud of my scars.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Be kind to a stranger
and you might make a friend.

Lend a helping hand to someone
in need and you might build
your foundation stronger
by adding a new beam.

Be loud if you think you
are not being heard,
but respectful to anyone
in the room. You might learn
how to speak up for yourself
and people will stop to pay attention.

Don’t be shy and you might
find something amazing,
because you opened yourself
up to the possibilities.

Face your fears so you can move forward, and you might go on an adventure you always dreamed about.

Be free like a bird,
and you might find
your soul mate because
you put yourself out there
for everyone to see.

Be one with the sea
and you won’t be pulled under
the title waves, life won’t
seem so exhausting.

Live life as if you are dying
because you are going to someday.

Respect life because it won’t respect you if you don’t. Life can’t respect it’s self because life is an affect nothing else.

Be true to you and everyone else and life will seem happier and smoother.

**© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

He whom we call Lord
cultivates and hydrates the possibilities we crave.

He is the Gardner of our lives,
always watching and protecting
our future.

He is our cultivator and
friend, he gives us provision
and guidance through this
sinful life we are rooted in.

God gives blessings and peace
to those who welcome him
into their lives. So welcome him
with open arms and mind's.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Upon a passing phrase,
my life is like a poem it lies
line by line at my feet someday
it will bury me deep in the grave.

The moment I took my first
breath of air lifes been following me in the shadows
of possibilities.

My dreams mean nothing
unless I believe in **** mockery.
My choices are dusty paths
laid down before me as I walk
through the trees of experience,
ghosts of my past selves are
seen with shovels on the sides
of my journey digging for
the future.

My mind is a whisper of images,
flashing across my minds screen
is a paused memory.

Pain and suffering are
my companions, grief and
wisdom keep reminding me
keep moving.

So slow, so dim, so low,
but oh so lovely here I go...

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

A skunk is eating the Tweety.

Here's a fair well to Twitter.

May the tweety live on in our
memories.

Tweet tweet Twitter.

You lost your wings when you lost
your mind to the mindless twitter
streams from crazy people.

No one saw your demise.

No one thought you'd fall so hard.

Poor Twitter drowning slowly
in the arms of a greedy narcissist
with shady eyes, and no morals to
stand his ground.

Elon Musk smells like a nasty skunk.

He shot Twitter between the eyes
and laugh's while making money
off his lies and Twitters demise.
I doubt he enjoyed every bite he took
as he slowly devoured it's bones
and feathers. He probably coughed
up the pieces he couldn't disgust
like an owl.

Aduie Twitter, it's been a fun ride.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Blowing like wind,
as the sea devoured me
with waves I dropped to
its depths crashing to the bottom.

Upon my return, the sea
greeted me with open arms
and a kiss from its title waves.

I was reborn as a fish.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

English:

"Beauty develops on poetic words. As they flow from me like a raging river. My banks turn green and the flowers grow. I invite you to sit with me as I write of poetry." ~ Amanda D Shelton

French:

"La beauté se développe sur des mots poétiques. Comme ils découlent de moi comme une rivière qui fait rage. Mes banques deviennent vertes et les fleurs poussent. Je vous invite à vous asseoir avec moi pendant que j'écris de la poésie. " ~ Amanda D Shelton

The universe decided,
like a **** on the string
it tugged on me.

I became its puppet,
it became the puppeteer.

I decided to pull back,
taking the reins choosing
my own destiny.

I became the puppeteer,
pushing the ******* the sting.

The universe had no choice
but to give up it's place making
room for one more day.*

*© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

When I thought everything
was going well,
that’s when you let me down.

You played with my heart strings,
like a **** on the string.

You pulled me up
until I seemed strong again,
only to throw me down.

You then picked me up again,
only to throw me down.

You bruised my heart,
with your brutal ****.

I fell down the rabbit hole,
hearing your laugh slowly fade
as I fell deeper into the pain.

You shattered my life
like a piece of tempered glass.

You washed my wound’s
only to give me another lash.

Painful love,
is painful You.

How sad.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

My window is dripping with rain drops, my day is foggy
but beautiful.

I like the cold breath of winter,
she sits upon her earthy
domain, as if to tease me
once again.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

As the sunlight fades slowly
behind the cleavage of the world,
thine eyes close to say goodnight,
leaving a sliver of the moon hanging over your head and a sprinkle of stars cast their blazing trails crowning the sky King of the night.

The valley sighs before
sluggishly bowing to the night, the trees sleep like babies in their rooted beds.

As Autumn came
in the stillness of the night,
she laid her gown on top
the meadows turning the trees
red, yellow, and brown.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Heavy lungs,
lifting, shaking, quivering
with every inhale I take.

My lungs are tight,
painful and week but still
I try to breathe.

It's like breathing through
a very small straw
that closes ones it opens for
an intake of full air,
I am half way there.

This is not fair,
it's worse than breathing smoggy air.
If you have asthma
you know what I mean.

I am breaking like a deep diver gasping for air.

I am breathing like a fish out of water;
I am gasping, gulping for air.

Who knew breathing would be such
a labor of love and care?

Asthma steals my breath
everytime I take an inhale and exhale
of precious life giving air.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

You are a fluster in my life,
you make life wobble and shake,
you make my heart quake.

You flutter about
turning my life upside down
and all around.

You bring rumbling too
my dear,
and breath taking views,
you are causing my stability
to waver and the weather to
cool and heat.

You are my love, partner
and forever friend until
the end, my dear.

You are my love and the
butterflies in my heart.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

He speaks through a forcked tounge,
he feeds you his lies,
as he whips them like a pro
right before your eyes.

He's the devil in disguise,
wearing a suit and tie.

Beware of his toupee,
he's got horns hiding under
that frock.  

He bows only to himself,
his reflection gives his
true nature away.

He's the devil is disguise,
he'll tease you with his devilish eyes.
Only to bite you while running away.

He's the devil in disguise.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton