"conforting" poems
He picks up the glass
again
Not a cup,
no
Piercing shards
Remainders of the night
Evidence of affliction
Tossed away
Once Again
To be forgotten
Till tomorrow
He feels the injustice
He's aware of its presence
Never taught to run
Never taught to speak
He stays, basking in his pain
In loneliness he cries,
in neglect he wipes his own tears;
Pats his own back,
using a conforting tone, reassures himself
Saying, everything's gonna be alright
His life is agony
His time is short
He will depart, soon
In a pursuit of a better world
Never to have a relationship
Only a love
She'll drive him through boulders
Cause his head to throb
Burn his wallet
like a lighter and gasoline
She'll put him to asleep
He'll make her keep him awake
She'll take him down that road
He'll depart her, and the rest of the world
They caused this,
She'll be to the blame
They could plead 5th
She can be scorned
Never did they see
Never did they look
What's to find when not searching
They'll continue their life
Their son won't
He has left them, for something they never knew how to provide
Compassion
They heard the word, even experienced the word, but never provided it
Their greatest posssesion is now gone
because they lost sight of their true priorities
They will never know
He never knew
An endless riddle
Look at yourself.
And Solve.
Jun 21, 2010
Jun 21, 2010 at 10:40 AM UTC
To my drenched Turtledove.
Sorry to see you in such a state,through my bedroom window,
Drenched and rather confused by the sudden flush of rain,below.
Surprised by this painful view,tears came promptly down in a row.
There I stood,like so many in this world,witnessing,facing tragedies,
Becoming nummed by what I saw,speechless by the realities,
Of wars,aggressions,deaths,hunger,homelessness,and all lossess.
As I stood glaring at the outside world,I retreaved my reasoning,
Within a short while,our glorious sun,imposed his presence,loving
As usual his smart amazing surprises:now the rain:now the sun.
Us two,little Turtledove,have regained warmth,safety,and conforting
Conditions,thanks to our faithful sun.Sadly the wars are still acting
Destroying our fellow people's dreams before our own eyes,with fun.
Kindred spirit like yourself is difficult to find,Turtledove.
Geneviève.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
seeing you on the floor,
running nose sounds like tears on tap,
wishing i could be the one,
conforting by your side,
after everything,
calling each other friends are lies,
cause we can never see eye to eye,
when is the next time,
i would love to see you,
happy doing the things you love,
joyful with the things you love,
and the people you love,
cause i know,
i would never be the one,
being loved by you.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC