#soulsurvivor
some people seem to carry heaven
in the way they walk—
effortless, luminous,
as though their purpose
is to remind us of grace
i have not known such ease
my lessons came
through breaking bones of the spirit
through the heavy silence
of unsaid words
through desires that cut too deep
and still—
i do not curse the falling
i do not despise the storm
because what it left in me
wasn’t bitterness
but the stubborn clarity
that love,
even when it burns down,
remains the only treasure
worth guarding
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 8:12 AM UTC
"INKS OF TRUTH"
A dedication
For Soul Survivor
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*There's A City called Hello Poetry
And in this city,
Lives A Woman of many colours
A Poetess with a kind heart
A Poetess of Class
A Woman that loves to care for all
She's a kind soul
Meandering through this city,
She has a heart devoid of hate*
* A Motherly nature
Always hoping everyone is well
Find this woman and
Appreciate her
For her heart is pure
And Soul too kind
Have you heard about Soul Survivor
Or call her Catherine Jarvis?
She is the woman
She is a Mother
A Mother of Hello poetry
Find her now and appreciate her*
Ovi Odiete©
Dedicated to Soul Survivor
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
to soulsurvivor?
did she go insane?
did she have a
breakdown 'cause she
couldn't stand the pain?
what happened
to soulsurvivor?
is she still on her meds?
or did she just stop taking them
got messed up in the head?
what happened to soulsurvivor?
is she back on drugs?
maybe she needs help?
maybe she needs hugs?
what happened to soulsurvivor
the poet friend we loved?
now she's on a God kick
given sanity the
shove!
--- NO ---
just want to reassure you
I'm not at madness' door
I'm actually doing well
better than before
I'm going back to worship
I'm back into prayer
although a lot is on my plate
I'm not in despair
I have to make my time count
there is a great cost
I have to let my light shine
I MUST HELP THE LOST!
though I seem all doom and gloom
I have joy to spare!
because I know that I'll be safe
I'm not in despair!
I will not be "raptured"
from the pain and strife
but I will
REMAIN STEADFAST
I will not
LOSE MY LIFE
I WILL PRESS ON BRAVELY
I WILL ACHIEVE MY GOAL
THO I MAY LOSE MY BODY
I WILL NOT LOSE MY SOUL
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 4:56 AM UTC
Dear (Mr) God
I just want to thank you for
the heartiest chuckle I've
had in some time!!!
Pointing fingers is always
a funny thing. And, friend,
you just received the
Flying Fickle (middle) Finger of
Fate Award for the Millennium!
For those who don't know, here's what ***** stated.
***** points fingers at me.
THREE POINT BACK.
1) I'M ******
Who has hung his (her) shingle
out as GOD?. Doesn't take a shrink to figure this diagnosis.
2) I'm a Jesus FREAK. Seems to me
***** (as Almond) contacted me via the site message system trying to start an argument with me (as a "Christian") with some pretty whacky ideas of His life while on earth. I blocked him (her).
3) My poetry is pointless. What, pray tell, is more pointless than a critic who can't WRITE?
Nuf said.
Your Che Guevara avatar is not out of place, however. What you don't
know is history. REAL history.
Che Guevara was a monster. He would stay in the home of his
peasant friends, then slaughter them all so that his wherabouts would remain undivulged.
You hide behind a false front, Almond. But it is appropriate.
I guess all I can do for you is forgive,
forget and PRAY.
SoulSurvivor
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 10:20 PM UTC
Like your name suggests, you help poets' souls to survive.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 5:09 AM UTC
*In this world plagued in darkness
A humble Valkyrie of light emerges
Her voice echoes an unequivocal faith
She is the personification of embrace
A symbolic heart for all that is broken
A soul who keeps running her course
Where ever she leaps
Hope persistently follows
It is her grace and joy that won us all
But how she survived those battles
Is a truth only she could speak
As she generously weeps
Billions of stars from afar
Which all resemble her
Eloquent poems
In which they were born
To uplift each spirit and kept
To remain true*
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
In response to @SoulSurvivor's "Books vs Men" poem...
I think women
should be more like books
Both you cannot judge....by looks
If I didn't want to read on a certain day
I'd ignore it, and drink my worries away
...no feelings of our bond going astray
A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you through the night
It will always open up to you...
or should I say open for you?
It's not obsessed with chocolate.
It won’t keep up the masquerade...
nor will it eat from your plate.
It doesn't seek approval...it doesn't weep.
It won’t complain about a toilet seat.
It doesn't expect me to remember, but it's intact..
if I always remember to watch sport
It doesn't always want to have the last say
It won’t sob when it gets too much...
and I decide to walk away
But it's not as beautiful.
It isn't warm-hearted.
In the kitchen it isn't skillful.
Its curves are not as creatively crafted.
Even though it does not fuss,
It can’t listen. It can’t discuss
Even thou it can look good,
it won’t blush when I give a compliment.
It won’t feel it when the weather is cold,
so I can make it smile by offering my jacket.
When I'm not there it won’t miss me.
When I see it again it can’t jump n kiss me.
So now that I think of it again...
...Book are just books, let them be.
Women are that part of us,
that was somehow removed from us
and we constantly have the desire,
to have them attached back to us.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC