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Battered plaster,
shattered glass,
splintered rafters,
a crumbling mass.

You former home
of…who knows who?
who left to roam
away from you.

Now you stand
empty, broken
but look quite grand
in scars unspoken.
Inspired by this photo I took of an abandoned and crumbling ornate house in Potsdam: https://bsky.app/profile/jackgroundhog.bsky.social/post/3lg6fgwou4s24
AllyRose Dec 2024
My soul is a lacuna
In these moments of silence
There’s an empty void.
In this river of regret
It’s Hollow dark and cold.

Nothing left but bitter emptiness
I’ll still long for your touch
To hear the sound of your voice
And I don’t want to forget
Or Learn to live with the pain

These demons are relentless
And driving me insane
But If you want the leave
Don’t let me stand in your way

But Please don’t call me a fool
If I ask you stay
Let them think what they want
I don’t care what what they say

I’ll be lost and scared
In the midnight rain
If you go away
You may as well take the sun away
Sara Barrett Nov 2024
Growing up, a girl watches, learns,
The truths of boys and men—
so often unturned.

“Boys will be boys,”
a phrase we know,
implying girls must shoulder the load.

Girls mature fast,
women pick up the cast—
an unspoken burden, a silent decree:

Bear the weight of their irresponsibility.

In a world gripped by misogyny,
women face judgment,
their futures unclasped.

Absorbing shame for games they play,
men walk away, free to go their way.

Homes abandoned,
men now free,
their true selves unknown.

Disgrace drapes women—a heavy yoke,
neglect shatters hope.

Promises unkept,
fathers vanish as children wept.
Guilt escaped with practiced ease,
duty dodged, a ghost on the breeze.

Children and wife he never knew,
society laughs at the pain he withdrew.

Children carry his woes—
identities shaped by the hurt he chose.
Shame shouldered early,
remembering blame.

Love claimed,
but never there.
Strain felt in his name,
unfairness echoes.

Abandoned women and children grow—
a daunting endeavor men overthrow.

Shadows linger, burdens remain;
a future carved where hope will maintain.

Every struggle faced—a dawn,
strength carries on.
The poem “Left To Carry His Name” delves into the profound burdens that women and children endure as a result of men’s irresponsibility. This poem critiques the societal norms that enable men to escape accountability while women are left to shoulder the emotional and social consequences of abandonment. Through vivid imagery, it conveys the shame and struggle experienced by those who are left behind, underscoring their resilience as they strive for a brighter future. As the second piece in a series focused on gender roles and family dynamics, this work invites readers to reflect on how we can confront and change these deeply ingrained societal expectations.
Moni Nov 2024
En el silencio
Busco por tu voz,
Un señal que por me
No te sientes desprecio,
Que no me vas a quedar
Con tu ausencia.

Quiero rogarte hasta las rodillas
Que no te vayas,
Que no me das una
Patada en la espinilla.

Pero no.
Las palabras no me salen.
Me siente q todos me jalen
Porque en realidad
No me aguanten.

Chillo y chillo
Hasta que reconozco
Que las lagrimas no hacen nada.
No paran el abandono,
No paran el odio
Que tienes por mi,
El odio que me da ganas de morir.

Lejos quiero correr,
A un bosque
Y nunca volver.
Los pensamientos me consumen
Y me quedo congelada.
Me quiero morir.
Hasta que
Oigo a tu voz.
Gerry Sykes Nov 2024
Abandoned, Still, Silent,
only the dust is moving
dancing a noiseless perpetual waltz.
Here and there a mote
intersects the silent sun,
(that slips in through broken glass)
picking out the rainbow rays.
Just the quick perception
of mouse and bird
to observe the shafts of coloured light
that they do not comprehend.

Above the pulpit
marble eyes look out,
and stone lips
caught in the act
cry out
"Why have you forsaken Me?"
Immobile hands are pinned
out wide,
to receive the world.
They cannot open the door
but wait
for someone to come.
One of the first I wrote, sometime in the late 1980's. The first one outside English lessons in school.
Ariannah Nov 2024
Will you be the queen to my castle?
Just like the moon completes the sky,
Will you be the light that guides me
Through the shadows of the night?
Will you look me in the eye and promise me delightfully
That I'm the best you'll ever see?

Will you be the bead to my bracelet?
Threaded through the string of life,
An anchor of pure investment
Will you be the playful wind that tangles through my hair
That would never let me live in despair
For I've been already there,
Running away from the things I mostly cared

So will you be The queen to my castle?
Will you let me embrace you with my fortress walls?
Will you let me hold you close and never say goodbye?
Will you stay, or will you leave?
Will i be abandoned, like the hundred times before ?
Or will I finally have-
A queen to my castle?
I want my queen to enter the castle :)
Ghost Oct 2024
I’d always wanted to go to College,
In another life I did.

I spent my time rotting with my brothers,
Four people bound by a schedule,
Held by a cradle of sheet music and dirt.

We’d dance to the music we lived for,
Sing of the people we dreamed of being,
Wrapped in smoke and promises of gold.

Our goals began to change,
A collage of broken people,
Forced together by Pain and Noise.

You left years ago,
The four musketeers in the wind,
Devoid of anything but hope.

Now I'm alone again,
Rotting in my room
I’d always wanted to go to College,
And maybe once I did.
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