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My mother believed in prayers, more than my father did My father believed in tackling his problem with a flask of White *** I believed in the moment of things: They are hidden compartments inside of us, “Being in the moment” can be a helpful reminder if we understand it in a more expansive way Perhaps it was true, when someone said to deal with some situation at moment times I refused to grieve for my dearly departed husband, Past experience, wouldn’t allowed me to weep at his grave My lack of dispassion and willful stubbornness; Did I really love him, did I really forgive him? Maybe it was the disrespect, I couldn’t forgive, The truth is quite different. Forgiving an offense empowers the offended. It is to a man’s glory to overlook an offense (Proverbs 19:11) I would look at his picture on my refrigerator, and I love him and I hate him In that same moment, we are surely bedmates My distance craving, my longing to be held tightly throughout the night. If a person can fulfill needs for companionship, love, *** or mating, there is a greater chance that the other person will fall in love with him or her. I have done all of this, and came out the loser, all the time Love is not for me. loneliness is my captive I know, I know, I know, loneliness need not to have the final words
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Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 12:44 PM UTC
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My mother believed in prayers, more than my father did My father believed in tackling his problem with a flask of White *** I believed in the moment of things: They are hidden compartments inside of us, “Being in the moment” can be a helpful reminder if we understand it in a more expansive way Perhaps it was true, when someone said to deal with some situation at moment times I refused to grieve for my dearly departed husband, Past experience, wouldn’t allowed me to weep at his grave My lack of dispassion and willful stubbornness; Did I really love him, did I really forgive him? Maybe it was the disrespect, I couldn’t forgive, The truth is quite different. Forgiving an offense empowers the offended. It is to a man’s glory to overlook an offense (Proverbs 19:11) I would look at his picture on my refrigerator, and I love him and I hate him In that same moment, we are surely bedmates My distance craving, my longing to be held tightly throughout the night. If a person can fulfill needs for companionship, love, *** or mating, there is a greater chance that the other person will fall in love with him or her. I have done all of this, and came out the loser, all the time Love is not for me. loneliness is my captive I know, I know, I know, loneliness need not to have the final words
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Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 12:44 PM UTC
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