#aid
Always read more than you write,
Enjoy more than you dislike,
Critique less than you praise,
But critique none the less.
Though if you come to doubt,
Sing more than you are silent,
Walk more than you are still,
Then pick up the pen once again.
If you somber, write all that is sad,
Yet if you rejoice, write only the praises of the sun,
Though if you laugh, soon you will cry,
Only to know the beautiful cycle of life.
Mar 5, 2025
Mar 5, 2025 at 10:14 AM UTC
Hello Poets,
I've noticed the 300 poet poem gaining some traction again,
And with all the new writers joining recently,
It shouldn't be hard to make stick.
But there'll still need be more,
When everyone on here has joined,
So I ask of you one thing,
Bring out all your artists wherever they may hide,
And lets make dream reality.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC
Lord come to our aid: in your mercy help us
Hear us when we cry out to you Oh Lord
Though we sail the sea of faith
We are buffeted by the trials of life
Tossed about by waves and wind
Lord come to our aid: in your mercy help us
Protect us from danger and grant us peace
Watch over us in our waking and our sleep
Help us remain ever vigilant in our watch
That not one lamb may find itself lost
Lord come to our aid: in your mercy help us
We know you hear our prayers Oh God
For you are good and gracious indeed
You hear the cries of your beloved children
Oh Lord, come swiftly in our time of need
Lord come to our aid: in your mercy help us
When troubles come and hard times assail
Remind us that evil will never prevail
You overcame the world so we shall not fear
Nor, for anything, want as long as you are near
Lord come to our aid: in your mercy help us
You consecrate our lives in your blessed truth
In your compassion fill all of our youth
With love for you and the world outside
Shine your light upon us, your face do not hide
Lord come to our aid: in your mercy help us
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 10:25 PM UTC
May we learn to tread lightly on older and newer paths in our personal lives that lead onwards and upwards into the continuing
restoration of our inner worlds rising like Main Sequence suns to aid in replacing that which was lost in ever-darkening outer worlds.
Dec 16, 2024
Dec 16, 2024 at 4:42 PM UTC
I severed
ties
and all I have
to give you
is a band aid
to stop the
bleeding
for I am robbed
of all my
FIRST AID KIT
of affection
Aug 28, 2024
Aug 28, 2024 at 3:07 AM UTC
Those words were painful to hear
I don't know if you know it
Because I certainly don't show it
And won't bring it up in conversation
Only via written representation
Can I say it without hesitation
So here goes it...
You know you lied.
(To yourself mainly)
A total fabrication
One that destroyed my vision of someone sacred
Altered love to blind hatred without persuasion
From which I'm now trying to retrain
Because I've missed out on important days
That should've been filled with celebration
Why not just give me an honest and open statement?
Like what you asked of me from an early age.
Was it to minimise the ache?
To save face from something failed?
To create distance from the ways in which you assumed everyone would frame it?
Anyway,
That's me saying it as plainly as I can say it
About the way that you behaved then
And maybe
Just maybe
What I've said here
Will aid you in
Bringing closure to anything remaining
So that each and every day
You can pave more of your way
In coming to terms with all the hating
That you seem to linger in after waking
Apr 15, 2024
Apr 15, 2024 at 4:18 PM UTC
Your verse speaks of
Constraints from beyond
The grave as if love
And life and joy are
Forever taken from you,
Yet your life is far
From wrecked by that man,
And you so much greater
And more amazing than
You it seems perceive,
Your soul is great
And good and pure,
Your beauty burns from
Deep beneath your
Alabaster skin,
And even if you
Cannot see the worth of you
Or hurl aside that vile constraint,
You have a counter at your side,
One to protect your from the storm
A counter that costs you
Not a penny nor a dime,
A counter to carry you
That's always there and free,
And lest you wonder where or what
That counter,
Love,
Is me!
Nov 26, 2023
Nov 26, 2023 at 11:28 AM UTC
They ask you again and again,
What happened? Tell me the whole story
And you repeat yourself
Each time thinking it’s been received
But then a new ear, a new clipboard,
And they make you tell it again.
“What happened” becomes more important
Than “what’s happening now?”
Because they care about the mechanism
More than the injury
So what will they do when you go radio silent?
When your heart breaks do you need to rehash how he hurt you,
Again and again for each secondary witness?
At what point does the sordid story end
And the sequel begin?
Or will the pursuit of healing,
The treating of trauma,
Forever be defined by
the mechanism of injury?
Sep 10, 2023
Sep 10, 2023 at 3:12 AM UTC
I wasn't just that band aid,
that was going to heal
you with faint kisses.
And peel off useless after I'd
been there a while.
My intentions were to
rejuvenate our blemished
emotions.
And yes there will scars,
but we'll heal together.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 4:38 PM UTC
Help him.
Whether he asks or not,
Whether its heavy or light.
A little assist,
Won't take much time
A while is enough
To ease a broken heart
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 6:50 AM UTC
don’t get caught standing
you’ll fall backwards or forwards-
Ambien’s effect
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
Jack had the knack
Of showing quite quick with one single flick.
I called him for aid; he did as I bade.
Cheerfully willing to always be filling
Water and ice for my cup, he heard me speak up.
May he never get bored of pleasing the horde,
And find satisfaction, in his quick action.
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 7:10 AM UTC
Loud world I find silence
Love my own pain
Don't want to forget yesterday
Wash away the pain
Bullet in my brain
It won't take it away
Sitting idle and awake
I won't forget my mistakes
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
I cough
And feel the sickness
Rise
And wonder
How many babies
Ache
From the same
Affliction
But are not
Treated
Because of their
Race
Or place
Of origin
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 6:11 PM UTC
Awkward smiles
We try
Ha, ha, ha
Act like it’s all good
Touching the surface, greatly scratching, bearly a ripple
We easily avoid it, the clean, smooth, pristine surface
Skirt around disturbing it’s placed waters
Skirt around saying what really needs to be said
Instead we laugh, and smile
Weaving a masterpiece
Of our own
Some may blame this course of action but,
What if we do disturb the sleeping lion
What then
What then?
Are we afraid of
Our perfect facade
Perfect visage breaking
Shattering into millions of tiny pieces
Too small to reattach
“But if it’s broken can’t you just fix it?”
“How, Sweetie?”
“My mommy always puts a band aid on my boo boos”
“But it’s not a boo boo, it’s completely broken.”
“Then why don’t you just build it again?”
“How?”
“With legos! That way it’ll be taller and even better!”
Ha,
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Sometimes the answer is right there
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 7:58 PM UTC
Oh Ye Creator, who love us
The superceder above us
Aid me, Lord! Let me not despair
I'm at the bottom of this sphere, cuddled by deep fear
Let me witness your blessing, ere I die.
Let your guiding light arise, to drown my cry
My heart, my soul and whole, is under thy control
Let not the floods of anguish, overwhelm my soul
Let not my spirit separate from its being
The garbage bin; I don't want to be
I know I'm destined for something great
But there are obstacles that keep it wait
I know its all part of the plan
But my skin is turning to tan
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC
Broken from
circumstance.
Broken, on top of it,
from poor choices I've made.
What's to come if I
can't fix myself?
I must overcome
my lesser nature.
Would it hurt to
have help?
Let me send
up a flare.
I lose to my sadness
from time to time,
but I want to heal,
and encourage truth,
and I want to mend
with the others who
believe,
even under
a thousand
stings,
love exists and
empathy lives.
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 12:09 AM UTC
I went hunting on a summers day.
To find an animal that could lay
on my wall for a long long stay.
I saw zebras, giraffes and lions at prey,
I saw elephants and tigers sleeping, they lay
I aimed the trigger at the nearest i saw.
I saw a deer fallen with a broken jaw.
I wanted to help the poor old fellow.
Oh! how could i hurt the one in sorrow.
I got out of the safari van,
I came out and gave it a hand.
I aided it till it regained it strength.
I looked at it as it went.
It made me happy, you know!
May be my wall can wait some more!
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 2:35 PM UTC
an isle
of wealth
reclusively habitat
if credible
view of
turkeys when
feeding themselves
upon trumps
and there
is coming
this inhabitated
third world
now arbitral
very watchful
of nature
where it
has delved.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
Everyone dies, yes I do know this.
Have you noticed?
I smoke cigarettes.
I inject my sugar.
I neglect myself.
Everyone dies, yes I do know this.
I know your pain,
I ******* SHARE IT.
I know your kind.
I know all too well.
I know your kind.
"Why don't I ask for help?"
You see,
help is
plenty
easy
to find
when
you
look
like
you.
You see,
I'm no
fetish.
I'm fine with that,
it's just, I can't get no
get no
get no
get no
I can't get no, get no
Why would I want my fingers over the flame?
Why would I bother calling out your name,
when I'll burn either way?
Can't get no (insert noun)
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 8:50 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Didn't have any loyal people since day one,
but i was loyal to me,
tell me how can a black man leave behind his son?
somebody tell me,
after all the ******** I've ever been through,
nobody ever aided me,
The quote on quote friends that use to have my back,
never talked me,
so what hell you want?
No don't try to talk to me now,
talking all out the side of your neck man i bet you feel proud,
there ain't no savior that could save you from the hate i afflict,
you hate me but there are bigger things , like massacres and corrupt establishments,
Ain't no time to be having fits,
Ain't no time to be taking trips,
Ain't no time to be wondering when your insecure mouth will
take a ****** spit,
the man in the clouds never speak,
And most of the time the clouds are poisoned,
I guess that must be the reason,
The devil's feces in the airwaves ain't no time for breathing.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
Birds come to aid of poets
who are stuck mid-air
somewhere
They'll chirp and sing
their best song
that'll guide us long
and will take off
as soon as we drop the pen
to their own nest
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC